Monthly Archives: June 2011

Papa, Do Preach

In offshore countries, Father’s Day has been made a red-letter day since civilization learned the real value of a father. It originated in the United States and was then adopted by most countries the world over. Today, the Philippines celebrates Father’s Day.

My father is the sole living parent I have. When Mama passed away, just like any widower, he took over the responsibilities of both–a father and a mother. A scant two years after though,  he felt he needed a partner. So came the stepmother. They were never married, but they stayed in one roof for a while and bore two children. Her reign in our house, however, was short-lived because we didn’t mix well. Somebody had to leave. My father was presented two options he feared–us his children or the woman he thought he loved. How relieved I became when he chose us.

Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad. In our case, we call him Papa.

Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance, so I’ve heard. We are never well off, but the lessons my father taught were lessons that were not taught anywhere else, even in school. He had gone far beyond the reaches of his capacity just to groom us into better individuals. He put us first before himself. Even now, he still looks out for our well-being when it is his time to be looked after.

We always have to cajole him into going out for a dinner, a movie, or an out-of-town trip. Sometimes I think perhaps he’s lonely for being alone (without a partner, that is). But I believe he is way past that. As your father gets old, it seems it also gets harder to make him happy. Or maybe he’s already happy but just doesn’t want to show it. Did I mention we are a family who’s allergic to sentimentality and mush? We don’t say “I love you” to one another. I guess we are just firm believers of the saying, “Action speaks louder than words.”

I could never ask for a better father. If his preaches made my ears sting before, now I actually miss them. I have to go get a good dose of that when I drop by for a visit.

Treat your father to something special today. Or give him a handmade and self-written greeting card. Or a cake maybe. Fathers want to act like fathers. It might not show, but you know that deep inside, they’re pleased. And that’s what matters.

"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." --Clarence Budington Kelland

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The Rigors of a Christian-in-progress

It’s been 148 days now since I started this online Bible reading plan from YouVersion, and I can say it’s been helping me a lot. Although I have a hardbound Bible on my desk, I admit I don’t usually open it since I spend most of my time on the Internet, my job involving the use of such. So this online Bible perfectly works for me. I’m taking the Life Application Study Bible Devotion, which picks a verse or two each day and provides additional explanation on the verse. I share every verse to my Facebook and Twitter pages each day. And just by sharing, I feel like I’m not only helping myself spiritually but my friends too.

Though I can’t say I’m religious  now (not yet), there’s no question that I have become better. It’s an ongoing process.

I think it was six days ago when we rode a bus, with Redh of course. We were homebound then. It was a cold afternoon. It was raining sporadically, and the wind was like that of Christmas Eve’s. It’s weird in this part of town where we live now. It’s unusually cold even during the summer.

I sat by the window. I like that seat because I love looking at the views we pass by–green rice fields, nipa huts, tall trees, the mountains, and the setting sun. It’s this scene that I used to draw when I was little. How I love the sunset.

The trip home from the city spans about forty-five minutes, so I get to enjoy the scenery longer. The bus was cramped up by now. Many people were heading home at this time of the day. Some people were discussing among themselves. The girl sitting in front of us was talking to somebody over her cell phone. She had a large voice for a girl. Loquacious. Her pony tail hair dangling on the side of her seat. A wicked thought impinged into my subconscious, saying, Pull it! I grimaced at myself at the thought.

Perhaps it’s the downside of being a Gemini. The bad never parts with the good. Or perhaps it’s just a test to my faith. I heard elders say when you’re starting to head to the right path, the devil would do anything to pull you astray. Devil, if you’re reading this, you’re not winning.

I turned my attention back to the flitting views outside the window. It was dark now. Fifteen minutes more and we’re home. I have a long way to go as a repatriated child of God. And I’m not yielding.

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To the Red Queen and Her Brown Dog

Parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus (Luke 16:19-31, New Living Translation)


19 Jesus said, “There was a certain rich man who was splendidly clothed in purple and fine linen and who lived each day in luxury. 20 At his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus who was covered with sores. 21 As Lazarus lay there longing for scraps from the rich man’s table, the dogs would come and lick his open sores.
22 “Finally, the poor man died and was carried by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried, 23 and his soul went to the place of the dead. There, in torment, he saw Abraham in the far distance with Lazarus at his side.
24 “The rich man shouted, ‘Father Abraham, have some pity! Send Lazarus over here to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue. I am in anguish in these flames.’
25 “But Abraham said to him, ‘Son, remember that during your lifetime you had everything you wanted, and Lazarus had nothing. So now he is here being comforted, and you are in anguish. 26 And besides, there is a great chasm separating us. No one can cross over to you from here, and no one can cross over to us from there.’
27 “Then the rich man said, ‘Please, Father Abraham, at least send him to my father’s home. 28 For I have five brothers, and I want him to warn them so they don’t end up in this place of torment.’
29 “But Abraham said, ‘Moses and the prophets have warned them. Your brothers can read what they wrote.’
30 “The rich man replied, ‘No, Father Abraham! But if someone is sent to them from the dead, then they will repent of their sins and turn to God.’
31 “But Abraham said, ‘If they won’t listen to Moses and the prophets, they won’t listen even if someone rises from the dead.’”

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