Tandem Biking

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The Road of Life

At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn’t know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.

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Tandem biking @ VSU (Visayas State University) in Visca, Baybay, Leyte

I don’t know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.

When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable . . . It was the shortest distance between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, “Pedal!”

I worried and was anxious and asked, “Where are you taking me?” He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started to learn to trust.

I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I’d say, “I’m scared,” He’d lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord’s and mine.

And we were off again. He said, “Give the gifts away; they’re extra baggage, too much weight.” So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He’d wreck it; but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.

And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says . . . “Pedal.”

— author unknown Copied from Holy Sweat by Tim Hansel (which by the way is an excellent book).

IN THE KITCHEN WITH DAD

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I grew up in the kitchen and it was my dad who introduced me to the wonderful world of cooking.

He never gave up on teaching me how to prepare the ingredients and the utensils to be used and how to cut vegetables and meat.

I could always remember the cuts and the burns that I had during those times but I would never trade it for anything in the world, for it was at those times that one of the Creator’s gift to me was harnessed.

I won’t forget his words to me at that time; one, since you are a girl it is one of your privileges to cook for your future husband and kids and number two, whatever happens if you know how to cook then you can survive and serve the people around you.

COME WHAT MAY: Waiting

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Riding a car with a guy, to drive me home is a privilege only meant for my

Rachel Morton

(future) husband. –Rachel Morton-

It’s my future husband’s privilege to be the first to hold my hand.                               –Rachel Morton-

The man I give my heart to is the man I’ll marry. -Rachel Morton-

All my life I’ve been preparing to be a good wife and a good mother. I wanted my husband to be doing the same, preparing to be a good husband and a good father. – Rachel Morton-

COME WHAT MAY

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Come What May

If you don’t believe your wife is precious, you won’t cherish her.

If you don’t believe that love is best when it’s pure and new, you won’t wait patiently for it.
If you don’t believe the baby in the womb is the living handiwork of God, you will do nothing to protect him.
What do you believe?
Come What May is a vivid reminder that choosing what’s right is never easy… but it’s always worth the cost.
Fiat justitia, et pereat mundos. Do the right thing, come what may.

THE OTHER PHILIPPINE HISTORY TEXTBOOK 2

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The Other Philippine History Textbook 2

If my tears were falling in buckets while reading Book 1, this time it wouldn’t stop anymore.

It’s as if a hand just crumpled my heart that the pain is unbearable. I have to stop to stay alive. It’s just too much.
After winning the revolution from our previous colonizer we end up being bought by a new one. It seems that our victory came into the drain. The martyrdom of our heroes was put to waste.
What happened to us? Why did we fell in love with our second colonizer? Why not? When during those times we were taught their history, culture, religion, songs and everything about them that before we knew it, we were head over heels in love with them. That anything they do and tell us to do is the gospel truth.
How did that take place so fast? Simple, like a man courting a lady, the man would let the lady know of his intentions, his character, his likes and dislikes and almost everything to know about him. In response the lady would do the same and before long, they knew each other so well that they end up in a relationship and then proceed to a lifelong commitment which is marriage. That is literally what occurred to us.
Sad, isn’t it? Instead of falling in love with our fellow Filipinos we end up hating each other. Up until now we cannot love ourselves as a people.
Why? Why? Why? Plainly because we did not took time to study us. Yes we have a Philippine History subject in school but it was a failure because we never did understand why we study, dates, names and events.
Unless we know why we need to study our past, we will never get there. We look so bad in the eyes of the people around us but I know deep inside we are just in too much pain.
Imagine being conquered by 3 different mega countries, each of them leaving us with deep scars. It’s really hard to get back after that, most of us have been fighting to survive that we couldn’t think higher than that like giving back to the country.

If we would just see how faithful God is to our land that even if we gave up on it already, He never did.

THE OTHER PHILIPPINE HISTORY TEXTBOOK 1

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The Other Philippine History Textbook 1

Growing up loving History beats me when everybody else hates it. I could not understand why when in fact we are studying our own story.

As if I have a time machine I transported to all the History classes I have been through. For the most part I told myself; no wonder almost everybody does not like History because we as students have not come to the point where in we’ve been told the importance of it in our lives. We are often asked to memorize important dates, events and names without even knowing the real reason why, so most of us end up not liking it.

And then, as if a light bulb just lit, I remembered my History teacher in 4th grade. The classes I have with her are the moments that I enjoyed the most that for the first time I felt a quiz is not scary at all.

Just like Ms. Punky Dario, one of the students of the author, as she wrote the foreword of her book I saw the crucial role of the teachers in instilling love for history and country.

She said, “Her classes are well remembered because in them, Philippine history became more than just printed words in a book. Philippine History was introduced as someone with a story to tell and a life that has seen much trail and pain as well as much triumph and joy, as an individual who is just as complex and as susceptible to mistakes as anyone of us is – a living testimony of a nation that is scarred yet imperfectly beautiful, which we all are. It was presented as the story of a people who have fallen but who are encouraged to get up. This is Philippine History as taught by a teacher whose passion for the story of a people is fueled by a sincere love for the beauty of the human being.

This book opened my eyes to a lot of things. It’s not the Oh so many History books that we have that would just let us know the facts. This is the first time wherein I truly would want to finish the whole History book in one seating from cover to cover but I could not do so because my tears were falling and my heart was breaking to pieces.

The heart, love, pain and passion of Ms. Christine Diaz, the author, could really be read in the pages of the book.

HARRY POTTER 7 Part 1

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Harry Potter 7 Part 1

Many book lovers would claim that Harry Potter is better on book compared to the movie. But it really doesn’t matter, whatever medium is being used, the Harry Potter series had a way of teaching me a lesson.

My take home was the part when Ron returned and was asked by Harry to destroy Voldemort’s horcrux on the pendant. Before destroying it, the enemy (Voldemort’s scheming soul inside the horcrux) suddenly appeared tormenting him with lies, that he is no good, he is second best, that he is not worthy of Hermione and so on. I was just reminded of the false belief of “I am what I am, I cannot change, and I’m hopeless”. This is an outright lie thrown to us by the enemy who finds every opportunity to torture us. It’s very dangerous to be fed by this belief for sooner or later it will eat us that we won’t even know what hit us.

 

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