Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
It's paralyzed but it hurts. Wonderful! Why? I'm talking of my legs. It's numb, I don't feel any sensation. But I feel pain inside, like the veins and arteries are being pulled or squeezed. Bwahira Madia while still alive. Maybe. This could be a cleansing process. Thank God. But, please help me endure the pain, Lord. |
It's 12:05 PM, Philippine time. As I write, my tv set, which is just above my pc, is on, as I hear the news that "a state of emergency has been declared by President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo" for the entire country. Whatever that means, is not for me to discuss, as I'm not a lawyer, although I am well abreast of the current events. Being a Christian and believer of the Bible, I just want to "read the signs of the times", as what a Christian ought to do. Are there signs for the end of the Philippines, or shall I say, end of the world? What can I perceive of the following recent events in my country: the Ultra stampede, scores of poor, women and children died; the landslide in Southern Leyte, hundreds are believed dead, rescuers are still retrieving bodies from beneath mud of 40 to 50 meters; past events like natural calamities... |
I was told to gather the seeds; the fruits later, and it wasn't at all important. It was very important that the seeds be taken cared of properly, planted discreetly, watered day by day, and allowed to grow freely as the sun give its light. But the sun must not be as bright as it should be, otherwise the seeds would die. How the seeds are planted, and taken cared of according to the rules of good and proper planting, will determine the life they will have as real and mature plants. |
Sitting on my wheelchair for hours, contemplating, and thinking, has given me a different kind of discipline. I call it "capitalizing" - capitalizing on whatever is left of me. There's a lot left in me, talent and skill. They are God-given no accident can take. There's still vast potential and wealth undiscovered inside me. An enormous wealth inside that can turn into good things for me, my family and humanity. My hand - to create, to write, to clasp for praying, to touch, to tap, to point at my head to think and think; My mouth - to praise God, to speak what is beautiful, to praise what is beautiful, and the ugly too; My feet - to remain there, to receive pain to remind me that I once walked and ran, that God also has given me gift to walk and run; My eyes - to see the marvel of God's creation; My ears - to hear God's music. |
Yes,yes, yo... yes, yes, yo ... I am home for up to three months upgrade. Some anonymous angel donated great amount of gps and all i can say is "yes, yes, yo... yes, yes, yo; a merry, merry, christmas ... ho, ho, ho." Thanks very much to that angel, I promise, as I pray, for more angels to rain on earth. (My bio-block for December 2005 to January 11, 2006) |
I was grinding on some thoughts, but couldn't think of what to munch on to match my thoughts in the process. I looked around and there I found in the small store that my daughter had set up inside our Internet Cafe, lollypops in a glass jar. I hurriedly took the jar, opened up, and took one neatly wrapped in orange plastic. I smelled it, it was good. Now, I can soar my thoughts to real heights, write them down, to make a fine story. I really just needed this lollypop. I tried to tear off the plastic wrapper of my lollypop, I failed. It was tightly wrapped, a powerful tape was glued to the wrapper that I couldn't open it. My tongue was waiting to lick it. So I put it in my mouth to bite the plastic wrapper, but my front teeth couldn't even rip it. "My God, this lollypop can spoil my story," I mumbled some invectives upon this "diabite". All right, this is what you want, I'll tear you off with my long fingernail, I almost shouted at the lollypop. I struck my left-thumb fingernail on the hard wrapper hoping to finally open it and devour it. Finally - no, I wasn't able to open it - my fingernail gave off. It broke and blood burst from the skin beneath my left-thumb fingernail. "Wha!" I uttered a painful shout. The lollypop was now gored with blood. I couldn't anymore lick it, and my thoughts were gone. Pain covered my ideas. I couldn't write, and I was uttering words like I was facing an enemy. "Murderous lollypop," I muttered. I have to admonish my daughter when she comes - get rid of this lollypops or the kids may break their fingernails. I went back to my computer to write a few words. Now I have my story - the case of the murderous lollypop. |
Like climbing a mountain, Christmas can really be tiring, what with all the preparations, the overtime work we do in our respective offices, the gift wrappings, the various recreations and other things we do to enjoy the holidays. Then, only to get so exhausted at the end of the long season - your pocket's empty, your body aches, your mind's puzzled of the other things to do. We don't even realize why we celebrate Christmas. Is it only to enjoy? Or are we really enjoying Christmas, all the material things around us, the gifts that last for only a few weeks? Do we celebrate Christmas the way it should be valued? I don't think so. I, for one, only enjoy the drinking, and the outings - these things. Christmas has become tiring, and ... absurd. |
After a very long time of contemplating, self-pity, egoist meditation (whatever those words mean to you), I finally found my place under the sun, or should I say, God, after placing my life in a fast fast-forward, I am exactly where I am now - sitting on my wheelchair, writing, meditating, and counting my blessings. Yeah, I said simply to myself, where was I all these years? You know - if you only know - I used to cry by myself (all that self-pity), but I hated to be seen by anybody crying. Nothing will happen to this life; it would have been better if I died on that accident; I should have been a successful military man by now if it were not for that accident; I should have killed myself... etc. etc. Those were delirious words that I uttered while I was sprawled in my lonely room, watching the ceiling, looking blankly at the lizards kissing each other. What prompted me to start all over again? No, there was no instant message. No miracle. It was a painful and long process. It was like the Holy Spirit slowly carried me to where I am now - writing these beautiful memoires so that others may read it for inspiration. You, who read and ponder upon this, let me say - God loves you. You may not see me here for long, but I will pray for you that, like me, you will have the courage and the Holy Spirit to guide you. Merry Christmas! |
"And the moon didn't come And the sun didn't shine But I'm still here and fine." An old rhyme, a new find. Be thankful, says Father, you're still alive. Yeah, it's a fine day. Can't we just lie down, or face the sun - face the day, maybe -and admire life? Shouldn't life be like that? Didn't God make it that way? Certainly! That should be the case. But no, you've got to work. You've got to write. You've got to earn a living. And life, certainly, is also like that. Just be true to yourself. Go on, do what you wanna do without hurting others. And indeed you are living life the way it should be. |
I really would like to continue my stay with WDC but I can't afford the upgrade. My last upgrade was only a donation from some anonymous good Samaritan. MY worry is this will expire by December the 31st. Anyone who has the heart, and I know there are a lot out there, please help. I simply can't affor the amount. I will surely regret my membership's expiration. My stay here has helped me a lot. It was some kind of a course on line that I've taken, for free. My writing has improved a lot. My English and grammar truly polished through the less than three months writing and reading WDC "products" and materials. THANKS A LOT WRITING DOT COM ... UNTIL DECEMBER 31 WHEN MY UPGRADED MEMBERSHIP EXPIRES. I will continue reading for as long as you let me read your stories and articles. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, THE PHILIPPINES HERE ALSO KNOWN AS THE LAND OF THE CAREFREE AND THE HOME OF THE VERY BRAVE. |