Almost Paradise (2nd Mandaue-Mactan Bridge)
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Monday, August 31, 2009
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Romans 8
ROMANS 8: 18-27
FUTURE GLORY
18I CONSIDER THAT OUR PRESENT SUFFERINGS ARE NOT WORTH COMPARING WITH THE GLORY THAT WILL BE REVEALED IN US. 19THE CREATION WAITS IN EAGER EXPECTAITION FOR THE SONS OF GOD TO BE REVEALED. 20FOR THE CREATION WAS SUBJECTED TO FRUSTRATION, NOT BY ITS OWN CHOICE, BUT BY THE WILL OF THE ONE WHO SUBJECTED IT, IN HOPE 21THAT THE CREATION ITSELF WILL BE LIBERATED FROM ITS BONDAGE TO DECAY AND BROUGHT INTO THE GLORIOUS FREEDOM OF THE CHILDREN OF GOD.
22WE KNOW THAT THE WHOLE CREATION HAS BEEN GROANING AS IN THE PAINS OF CHILDBIRTH RIGHT UP TO THE PRESENT TIME. 23NOT ONLY SO, BUT WE OURSELVES, WHO HAVE THE FIRSTFRUITS OF THE SPIRIT, GROAN INWARDLY AS WE WAIT EAGERLY FOR OUR ADOPTION AS SONS, THE REDEMPTION OF OUR BODIES. 24FOR IN THIS HOPE WE WERE SAVED. BUT HOPE THAT IS SEEN IS NO HOPE AT ALL. WHO HOPES FOR WHAT HE ALREADY HAS? 25BUT IF WE HOPE FOR WHAT WE DO NOT YET HAVE, WE WAIT FOR IT PATIENTLY.
26IN THE SAME WAY, THE SPIRIT HELPS US IN OUR WEAKNESS. WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT WE OUGHT TO PRAY FOR, BUT THE SPIRIT HIMSELF INTERCEDES FOR US WITH GROANS THAT WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS. 27AND HE WHO SEARCHES OUR HEARTS KNOWS THE MIND OF THE SPIRIT, BECAUSE THE SPIRIT INTERCEDES FOR THE SAINTS IN ACCORDANCE WITH GOD’S WILL.
FUTURE GLORY
18I CONSIDER THAT OUR PRESENT SUFFERINGS ARE NOT WORTH COMPARING WITH THE GLORY THAT WILL BE REVEALED IN US. 19THE CREATION WAITS IN EAGER EXPECTAITION FOR THE SONS OF GOD TO BE REVEALED. 20FOR THE CREATION WAS SUBJECTED TO FRUSTRATION, NOT BY ITS OWN CHOICE, BUT BY THE WILL OF THE ONE WHO SUBJECTED IT, IN HOPE 21THAT THE CREATION ITSELF WILL BE LIBERATED FROM ITS BONDAGE TO DECAY AND BROUGHT INTO THE GLORIOUS FREEDOM OF THE CHILDREN OF GOD.
22WE KNOW THAT THE WHOLE CREATION HAS BEEN GROANING AS IN THE PAINS OF CHILDBIRTH RIGHT UP TO THE PRESENT TIME. 23NOT ONLY SO, BUT WE OURSELVES, WHO HAVE THE FIRSTFRUITS OF THE SPIRIT, GROAN INWARDLY AS WE WAIT EAGERLY FOR OUR ADOPTION AS SONS, THE REDEMPTION OF OUR BODIES. 24FOR IN THIS HOPE WE WERE SAVED. BUT HOPE THAT IS SEEN IS NO HOPE AT ALL. WHO HOPES FOR WHAT HE ALREADY HAS? 25BUT IF WE HOPE FOR WHAT WE DO NOT YET HAVE, WE WAIT FOR IT PATIENTLY.
26IN THE SAME WAY, THE SPIRIT HELPS US IN OUR WEAKNESS. WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT WE OUGHT TO PRAY FOR, BUT THE SPIRIT HIMSELF INTERCEDES FOR US WITH GROANS THAT WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS. 27AND HE WHO SEARCHES OUR HEARTS KNOWS THE MIND OF THE SPIRIT, BECAUSE THE SPIRIT INTERCEDES FOR THE SAINTS IN ACCORDANCE WITH GOD’S WILL.
Missing It
What do I miss most in life? Extreme sports! It has been 3 years since I last played the sport that I considered a part of my life – basketball. I kept on talking about how basketball changed my way of thinking. Whether to my friends, my brother, or to anyone in particular I just keep on blabbering about my love for basketball. And all of a sudden, it has been taken away from me.
I started playing basketball when I was in my fourth grade. My teachers encouraged me and my classmates to join a particular club in school so that we will be able to write something in our extra-curricular activities index card. The club I joined in my first grade until the third was the Lupon ng mga Mananalumpati or Poetry Club. I loved that club since it was a silent club and we always presented something in the culminating activity held at the end of every school year. It was fun but I thought that I wanted something more exciting. What could it be? Math club – I wasn’t so good in math back then. Science club – I hate science and yes, until now, I still hate it. Then I heard some rumors that the Basketball club members have so much to write in their card. Well, ok, I thought, let’s give it a try. And since then, basketball has been injected in my blood.
In my high school days, I and my friends do our best to play basketball during every available period we have and that includes our 15 minute snack break. Every time I think about our adventures and misadventures that time, I always say to myself that we were just kids fooling around with a round thing that bounces. We just had the same passion for the sport. And believe me if I say that I still do even if I don’t play anymore.
September of 2006 when an accident changed my life. I had torn my left knee cartilage during a friendly basketball game. I was a second year college student, so young, so fragile.
I heard stories from some friends that you usually throw tantrums when you use the crutches. I was scared, really. My entire left leg was casted with a fiber glass material which limited my walking and hence, I used the crutches. I have a friend who had a similar accident. His right forearm broke because of basketball and what was so funny about that was he cried. He didn’t cry because it hurt, he cried because his mother would spend some cash because of his recklessness.
I put all those things together and I thought that I would be a disciplined kid who would wait until after 6 weeks of being useless. Everyday was heart-breaking. I just sit in one corner and wait for someone to come and just talk. I was pitiful that time. And what hurt me most was the fact that I won’t be able to play basketball or any extreme sport for that matter. I just cry deep inside and curse the day that took away my love for basketball.
I was even afraid that I might go crazy. I kept on talking to myself. Why did that happen? What did I do wrong? And more of those questions ran my mind each and everyday. The only thing that made me happy about that accident was that I was able to talk to God more. Instead of only talking to myself, I call out to God to also talk to me. Our relationship grew stronger and little by little he made me understand why that had to happen.
It hurts. It hurts more than being punched in the gut when you are being deprived of doing the thing that you love most. I miss playing the sport. I miss the teamwork we create. I miss the hustle plays. I miss the huge shots I made. I miss the sick passes I do. I just miss everything about the sport. And the more I think about it, all other sport just come into play. I was introduced to football and the martial arts. I wanted to run more miles in my life today than what I did when my knee was well.
Oh, how ironic is life. But it wouldn’t be life if there weren’t any irony or ambiguity or challenges or frustrations or failure. I just have to maximize what is left of me and continue running toward the greater goal.
I started playing basketball when I was in my fourth grade. My teachers encouraged me and my classmates to join a particular club in school so that we will be able to write something in our extra-curricular activities index card. The club I joined in my first grade until the third was the Lupon ng mga Mananalumpati or Poetry Club. I loved that club since it was a silent club and we always presented something in the culminating activity held at the end of every school year. It was fun but I thought that I wanted something more exciting. What could it be? Math club – I wasn’t so good in math back then. Science club – I hate science and yes, until now, I still hate it. Then I heard some rumors that the Basketball club members have so much to write in their card. Well, ok, I thought, let’s give it a try. And since then, basketball has been injected in my blood.
In my high school days, I and my friends do our best to play basketball during every available period we have and that includes our 15 minute snack break. Every time I think about our adventures and misadventures that time, I always say to myself that we were just kids fooling around with a round thing that bounces. We just had the same passion for the sport. And believe me if I say that I still do even if I don’t play anymore.
September of 2006 when an accident changed my life. I had torn my left knee cartilage during a friendly basketball game. I was a second year college student, so young, so fragile.
I heard stories from some friends that you usually throw tantrums when you use the crutches. I was scared, really. My entire left leg was casted with a fiber glass material which limited my walking and hence, I used the crutches. I have a friend who had a similar accident. His right forearm broke because of basketball and what was so funny about that was he cried. He didn’t cry because it hurt, he cried because his mother would spend some cash because of his recklessness.
I put all those things together and I thought that I would be a disciplined kid who would wait until after 6 weeks of being useless. Everyday was heart-breaking. I just sit in one corner and wait for someone to come and just talk. I was pitiful that time. And what hurt me most was the fact that I won’t be able to play basketball or any extreme sport for that matter. I just cry deep inside and curse the day that took away my love for basketball.
I was even afraid that I might go crazy. I kept on talking to myself. Why did that happen? What did I do wrong? And more of those questions ran my mind each and everyday. The only thing that made me happy about that accident was that I was able to talk to God more. Instead of only talking to myself, I call out to God to also talk to me. Our relationship grew stronger and little by little he made me understand why that had to happen.
It hurts. It hurts more than being punched in the gut when you are being deprived of doing the thing that you love most. I miss playing the sport. I miss the teamwork we create. I miss the hustle plays. I miss the huge shots I made. I miss the sick passes I do. I just miss everything about the sport. And the more I think about it, all other sport just come into play. I was introduced to football and the martial arts. I wanted to run more miles in my life today than what I did when my knee was well.
Oh, how ironic is life. But it wouldn’t be life if there weren’t any irony or ambiguity or challenges or frustrations or failure. I just have to maximize what is left of me and continue running toward the greater goal.
Fist and Faith
I really like to sweat a lot. So, working out every once in a while has been a hobby for me since I went to college. My friends somehow triggered this tiring task since they also work out. Edjie told me about a few years back that his body wasn’t made for boxing for the reason that he has a small wrist. Well, not really small but it wasn’t big enough for boxing. I don’t want to think that I also have a small wrist, which I do, because I love to box.
I watched boxers in Youtube; their style, vitality, body, movements, and the wrist. They have big wrists! Ok, my body isn’t also made for boxing. But I still punch the bag, though. I also still shadow box.
So why do I love to box? First of all, I want to have a beautiful body. It’s a stimulator every time I stop sweating in the gym. I can also simulate weird things in the gym with the punching bag. For example, there will be a fight in front of me and I have to do something or I were engaged in a fight. Things happen, shit happens, so it’s better to be prepared.
But what is the use of these fists? Is it really to get involved in an uncontrollable fighting? Hmmmm, come to think of it, yes, in a suitable situation, that is. In the anime Bleach, Sado was told by his abuelo (grand father) that his big fists aren’t used to fight those who hurt him, but to protect those dear to him. So are mine.
Whenever I’m alone and these hormones kick up, I tend to imagine that I’m beating up somebody to hell. I get into situations that are similar in real life you know although it didn’t reach the fighting scene. But when I calm down and the hormones aren’t kicking anymore, my smooth talking self awakens. I begin to work by the book. I mean the biblical way.
I have faith in all I do, whether it may be small thing, a big one, or whatever. I haven’t punched anyone in my current strength also. I’m in a state where I want to punch yet I don’t want to punch someone. It’s kinda ironic but that’s me. I don’t to resort in some fist fighting if I can help it. If possible, talking things out would be the best way so that I won’t get hurt and I won’t hurt anyone.
Jesus said that there is no greater love than laying down his life for his friends. It would be cool if one day I can carry out that love to the fullest. Just like my favorite anime characters do in their fight against evil and for their principle and love. But of course, like I said, I don’t want to resort in reckless fighting and if I do, you should know that I won’t easily give up and I’d give it all I’ve got. That’s my way of the ninja (lol :)).
I watched boxers in Youtube; their style, vitality, body, movements, and the wrist. They have big wrists! Ok, my body isn’t also made for boxing. But I still punch the bag, though. I also still shadow box.
So why do I love to box? First of all, I want to have a beautiful body. It’s a stimulator every time I stop sweating in the gym. I can also simulate weird things in the gym with the punching bag. For example, there will be a fight in front of me and I have to do something or I were engaged in a fight. Things happen, shit happens, so it’s better to be prepared.
But what is the use of these fists? Is it really to get involved in an uncontrollable fighting? Hmmmm, come to think of it, yes, in a suitable situation, that is. In the anime Bleach, Sado was told by his abuelo (grand father) that his big fists aren’t used to fight those who hurt him, but to protect those dear to him. So are mine.
Whenever I’m alone and these hormones kick up, I tend to imagine that I’m beating up somebody to hell. I get into situations that are similar in real life you know although it didn’t reach the fighting scene. But when I calm down and the hormones aren’t kicking anymore, my smooth talking self awakens. I begin to work by the book. I mean the biblical way.
I have faith in all I do, whether it may be small thing, a big one, or whatever. I haven’t punched anyone in my current strength also. I’m in a state where I want to punch yet I don’t want to punch someone. It’s kinda ironic but that’s me. I don’t to resort in some fist fighting if I can help it. If possible, talking things out would be the best way so that I won’t get hurt and I won’t hurt anyone.
Jesus said that there is no greater love than laying down his life for his friends. It would be cool if one day I can carry out that love to the fullest. Just like my favorite anime characters do in their fight against evil and for their principle and love. But of course, like I said, I don’t want to resort in reckless fighting and if I do, you should know that I won’t easily give up and I’d give it all I’ve got. That’s my way of the ninja (lol :)).
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