Becoming A Woman After God’s Own Heart
I have been ministering to a young mother who is two years younger. She is an unbeliever and over the years her life has become a portrait of disarray, misery, complication and complete chaos. She has borne five children: the eldest from her broken marriage, the second from a relationship she had when her marriage did not work and the last three from her current relationship. To make matters even more distressing, her current live-in boyfriend is one irresponsible, happy go lucky, arrogant fellow. Worst, they are too hard up that they could not even afford to buy over the counter medicine when their children get sick. I also found out that there are times the family would skip meals and on occasions, she would only feed her two month old baby with rice porridge (with the solids sifted out).
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Pretty Woman for an essay subject in school?
My friend buzzed me online this morning to ask about my opinion on the movie ‘Pretty Woman’.
I was like, “Huwat??? Pretty Woman? What for?”
Apparently, her younger brother’s teacher assigned the class to write a short essay about the movie as their take-home assignment. I wonder how much our educational system has spiraled downward in terms of quality since my time. I remember when I was in high school, my English teacher gave us take-home assignments that involved studying biographies of great literary figures such as Ernest Hemingway and William Shakespeare, most of the essays we were tasked to write about were on great literary pieces such as Hamlet, Merchants of Venice and the like.
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Baby For Sale
Any takers?
So we thought we were ‘adopting’ a baby come January. Turns out that the pregnant young girl was looking for more than just a set of adoptive parents for her child, she is looking for a set of fools who will not just adopt her baby but also be party to her crime by buying her baby for a cheap price: PhP20,000 (US$400).
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Our Neighbor Chris
Our neighbor, Chris, is a jobless husband.
Farming at his own backyard to feed his family, he would sometimes provide us with some of his harvested vegetables especially during days when we had no money to buy food. He learned his farming skills from his dad who is a farmer by profession. He was also our handy man at times when we needed certain fixes in the house. Chris grew up in a rural area, a small, laid-back farming village at the foot of the mountains of Arayat, Pampanga, wherein people have dinner at 5PM, sleep at 8PM, and wake up earlier than the rooster to work in their land.
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Warren’s debate with a “cult-member”
For the first time since this weekend, I will write about what transpired last Saturday between Warren and Alex, the guy who engaged Warren into a three hour long debate over their “church’s vision”.
Again, it was a three hour long debate that got my brain running in circles so I hope you will be patient with me as I relay to you the WHOLE (yeah, I’ll try) story in one blog post.
It started as soon as Alex sat down to join us for dinner. Warren and I have tried avoiding him by initially not wanting to come down for dinner, but Ahnya and Atsi were there and we knew it was the only time we are all together as one family that we wanted to seize the moment, so we went downstairs anyway. Actually, we were in the middle of deciding on whether to go down or not when, as if on cue, Dihya went knocking on our door to annouce that dinner is ready.
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Happy Anniversary, Freedom!
I am writing this at exactly 8:00 in the evening today for a very specific reason. Today, at this hour, I celebrate the first year anniversary of my liberation.
Last year, I arrived at the Mabalacat Bus Station with my then three year old niece, Asia, bringing nothing else with me except my trusty laptop and the hope for a cleaner slate in life. You see, I was so confused with my life back then. I didn’t know where to begin picking up the pieces and I didn’t know how to rebuild the life that I lost in my desire to feed my carnal needs. I was an adulterer. And this day last year, when I boarded the bus for home, I found the courage to liberate myself from the bondages of my sinfulness, by God’s grace, I found the strength to make that leap of faith, to walk my very first step towards Christ.
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We are requesting for prayers and support
In two weeks, Warren and I will be moving to a depressed locality in the province for the sole purpose of reaching out to impoverished families who are hungry not only for basic food and commodities but more than anything else, for spiritual nourishment.
We were there again yesterday to speak with the caretaker of the property we will be renting and we were given another opportunity to see another part of the area. The “subdivision” is a government-funded housing locality which was loaned out to government employees. In turn, these government employees (public school teachers, DPWH managers, DSWD staff, etc) rented out their units to individuals who can barely afford decent housing outside the said locality. Houses here come cheap, a two-bedroom house can be rented for a measly P2,500.00 and this is because most of these units are actually already foreclosed but the GSIS have yet to act on the foreclosure.
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Poverty
Poverty.
When I speak the word “poverty”, I imagine barefooted, naked, dirt-stricken and malnourished children running around, makeshift homes with thatched roofing or with only a piece of tarpaulin serving as its walls, women huddled in one corner gossiping and men who are naked from the waist up, with cigarettes hanging from their darkened lips while their hands held either a glass of gin or game cards. But then, I also imagine a Barong Tagalog-clad politician, waving his hands displaying his well-manicured fingers while his fashionably dressed and bejewelled wife clung to his other arm.
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Papano ba maging sosyal?
Papano nga ba maging susyal?
Isa itong kweystyun na gumugulo sa aking murang isipan magmula ng mapangasawa ko si Migraine Boy. As you all know (as if!), si Migraine Boy ay nanggaling sa buena familia, mala-Mano Po ang dating, yun lang maaga silang naulila sa pudra kaya tanging mudra na lamang ang nagpalaki sa kanila. Life wasn’t that buena for them, pero dahil masipag at matyaga si mudra tulad ng karaniwang Chinese, she was able to give her three sons the best of the best.
Magandang edukasyon, masasarap na fuds, trips abroad, tig-isang yaya at kung anik anik pa. In short, by Pinoy standards, mayaman sila. Kaya si Migraine Boy, lumaking layaw din.
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Women’s Rights?
Without intending to directly ride the US election storm, After His Own Heart bumped into this youtube video which is too hard to resist posting here.
May this short clip somehow aide US voters in making their decision on who they will vote for.
But more importantly, may the shocking revelation from this video also awaken the conscience of hundreds (maybe millions?) of women out there who are Pro-Choice. It is time we examine our values, consciences and morals and it is time to wake up from a long, deep slumber.
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