Double Jeopardy

Do U Read Planetareans?(Part 2)

They say that the cure for love at first sight is to take a second look… but closer.

I swear he did…

But I’m not so sure if he was healed.

Am I healed?

Does it worth the keeping?

Or am I worthy for it?

Do we worth the keeping?

Is the grass greener on the other side…?

I’m on the other side.

Do we worth the keeping?... when silence is getting louder everyday…

Do we still worth the keeping?

P.S. Is there anyone out there who could decipher the cipher? (Oh! Lame Saint)

Roaming Gospel (Part 2)

I’ve been putting a lot of effort to write something about preaching the gospel in different ways. Since I have to admit that am not really active INSIDE the church, I do not go in front of everybody and talk about God, I just go to church, sit on one corner and listen to the preacher. So they call me (us) “INACTIVE”. But I would like to clarify things not to defend myself nor redeem myself because God had redeemed me already more than anyone could ever know.

I preach the gospel in my work place. They know me as a Christian and they recognize it in my attitude towards everything and anything and everyone and anyone.

I’m indeed very happy to share that one of my co-league had changed a lot since I talked to her about living the Christian way.

This is exactly my point… that preaching is NOT limited inside the church only. Am I ringing the bell?

I’m writing this not to defend nor redeem myself but for those who belittle other church goers who just sit and listen… I am their voice. We are preachers in our own right… in the name of Jesus Christ.

Do U Read Planetareans?

Time… it is still the old feeling of being forgotten. Being left out in the midst of the raging battle you are racing with. Coping for tomorrow but not finish with the day.

Fear… it is still the old feeling of insecurity. Being doomed in a space without corners. So scared to loose hence never gained a thing. So scared to fall and might not get up again.

Life… it is still the old feeling of living. Being old and grey while new things sprout everyday. While everything moves around everywhere, you are caught in the middle. Caught in the middle of a play not knowing your part.

Pain… it is still the old feeling of poignancy. Being bitter by the sweet memories. You live in a garden without a flower, like a summer without the sunshine. It is like living always in a snowy weather but it was never a Christmas.

Time… it is still the old feeling of reminiscing every moment.

Is the clock broken???

Patience remains a virtue.