Faith And Faithfulness





“There are many devices in a man’s heart, nevertheless the counsel of the Lord that shall stand.” PROV. 19:21 (KJV)



Faith is the substance of things hoped for. How can you hope for things to come if you do not have faith – right?

Faith is the beginning of hope.



I guess, the reason why God made faith, hope and love is because He knows that life is never easy, it is never fair. And these three (faith, hope, and love) are the only tangible things on earth that could comfort us when we are in despair. When life gets too rough and you began losing your faith and the situation seemed to be hopeless and you begin to doubt in love… you can quit, yes, you can… but, have you ever thought of how worse life would be if you let go of your faith, your hope, and your love? These three cannot guarantee you everything here on earth but it can guarantee you ONE thing… COMFORT. Comfort in your afflictions like a cradle in a foe’s camp.


Life’s main goal is to try us. To try our strength. To prove to us how weak or how strong we could be. To prove to us how coward or how brave we are. Life will continuously try our faith. But this trying of faith springs forth patience. Most of the time, in our weakest moments, that’s the time when life strikes harder, pushing us into the limit, on the verge of our faith. In these trying times we have two options, to let go of our faith that has been holding us up or to faithfully hold on to that faith and hope that things will get better.


Life indeed is a race, so we must run with patience the race that is set before us.


We must remember that through faith we understand the mysteries in life. Through faith, the men and women of the Bible obtained promises and witnessed miracles. Some of them died in faith not having received the promises but having seen them afar off and were persuaded and so, not in their time but in God’s perfect time, it was fulfilled.


Remember: “It is impossible for God to lie…” HEB. 6:18 (KJV)


“So ask (and keep on asking) and it shall be given to you
Seek (and keep on seeking) and ye shall find
Knock (and keep on knocking) and it shall be opened unto you
For anyone that asketh receiveth
And he that seeketh findeth
And to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” MATT. 7:7-8 (KJV)


If we have faith, then the Lord God in heaven is even more faithful in keeping His promises.

The After Fact




Have you ever planned something stupid but fun and it turned out to be out of your control? You thought everything will go the way you had planned it but it didn't... it just didn't! So you embarrassed yourself and for that very moment, you wanted to be invisible, just a part of the street, wishing no one was there or it was you who weren't there. So you tried to sleep it over. When you woke up, your head aches, you know exactly what had happened, your mind is rewinding your humiliation but you don't feel it anymore, you are just laughing now, laughing about that stupid thing you did and so you tell to yourself - “Yeah! I had vomit that green puke in the middle of the street, it stinks, its silly, but that was fearless!”


I guess that is the message that I'm trying to tell here – that is to live life fearlessly. Make it or break it, it doesn't matter. They say a lot of people already died because of the word - “I THOUGHT” but I believe that it is better to whisper that word “ I thought” with you last breath rather than keep on breathing but keep on asking - “What if?”. I don't believe that we should grab chances when it comes because chances never comes. I believe that we should make our own chances, we build our own chances, and once we had built the chance, that 's the time we grab it. But never build a chance if you do not intend to grab because it is just a waste of time. It is like building a house but you refuse to live in it. So, if you want a house, build it and live in it. If you want something, build a chance to have it and once you had built the chance, grab it – FEARLESSLY!



Humiliation could only beat the weak heart, but a fearless heart knows that humiliation is just for a moment and soon after, you will find yourself laughing at it.



Reputation is the difference between “before the fact” and the “after fact”.
Tell the truth now before the fact can no longer lurk itself, at least you proved to everyone that you've got the guts to tell the truth with your own tongue. The after fact could only ruin a reputation because whatever your reason for not telling the truth too soon, they will not listen anyway. Reputation is something you have to build, but who cares anyway? Why do you have to live your life based on other people's opinion – right?


Contradicting?... yes, but it will leave your mind asking.


Fearlessly live your life the way you wanted it without hurting anybody. And whatever life throws at you, rude or nice... just believe in your faith. It might not save you but surely it will comfort you.


Life loves the person who dares live it.


“I don't know why, but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress – FEARLESS!”... YOU INSPIRE ME.

A Few Good Men: Quis Custodet Ipsos Custodes (Part 3)



“Quis custodet ipsos custodes?” - “Who will guard the guards?”


Silence is golden but sometimes it is just plain yellow. Patience is a virtue but sometimes it is just a waste of time... for every thing there is a time - “... a time to love, a time to hate; a time for war, a time for peace.” (Eccl. 3:8 KJV)


So if I've been working for peace for quite a long time now, then I'm fed up. I will rise and I will start the war.


The battle has begun.


I always believe that the pen is mightier than the sword. The tongue is sharper than the razor. And the human heart is more venomous than that of the scorpion sting.


I tried my best to forgive you and give you another chance after another, but this is the last straw and there's nothing more to ask for. It is my dignity that you are trying to invade and destroy. I'm telling you, I won't let that happen, I won't sit here and wait until I can no longer stand and fight. So while I still have my strength, I will fight you with all my might until you run and hide and live like hermits in the forest. You provoked me to start this war. To kill one might save a million.



You are suppose to guard this place, you are suppose to protect us, but we are NOT safe from you. We are guarding ourselves against you. You are wearing that uniform like a sepulcher, like a noble man, but your soul has never seen even a spark of light. “... for you are like whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward but are within full of dead men's bones and of all uncleanness!” (Matt. 23:27 KJV)


You provoked me to start this war, so I did, and I will finish it. I guarantee your defeat! I will win this battle in God's name!


“A soldier fights in a battle not because he hates what is in front of him but because he loves what is in his back.”


I fight because my dignity is at my back.

Frail

yes, I have time... a lot of time... to wait patiently.

but I don't have forever.

its true that no one waits forever because no one has forever... what we have is just our lifetime.




...I'm not that close in giving up... actually... I'm already on the verge and even the softest breeze could make me fall...








so scared to fall... I might not get up again.

My FAITH is failing me...

God, help Thou my unbelief.

If I've known who YOU are...
I'd done it on purpose.

Bah Bah! Black Sheep

"Behold I send you sheep amidst the wolves" Matt. 10:16

behold, i was the sheep but, i've been acting like a wolf.
so God conspired another lost sheep to bump me so that i will come to realize that i am still a sheep and not a wolf.

behold i was sent as a sheep not to become a wolf.

A Farmer Has A Fertile Soil






When I was eight years old I'd read a proverb that says” A stupid person may forgive and forget but the wise forgives but never forgets”. I forgot the name of the person who quoted that, but his words inflicted me like an incurable disease that I even used that as my tag line in our grade school yearbook.



It seems like yonder years had passed but still, I got that disease. I took up my pre-medical course, graduated and passed the board exams three years ago with an eagle eye of pursuing medical degree course. But it was like a destiny destined not to be fulfilled. I don't why... I guess that really is a destiny meant not to be destined. Little did I know that this destiny that was destined not to be fulfilled will eventually become my redemption.




My story begun in a face of a child.



She was crying so loud. She was scared, so scared that her very own fears made her hate everyone who touches her, even her mother. She was my patient. She was three years old, afraid of needles, dextrose, syringe, medicines, nurses, doctors and most especially … ME – the one who will extract blood from her. The one who will point that sharp thin needle into her skin, the one who is famous by the qoute - “we inject pain to extract the truth.”


The extraction ended about half an hour.

She is sobbing.

After getting all the necessary requirements, I smiled at her and said - “goodbye baby... get well soon!” and to my surprise, in the midst of her face drowned with her own tears, she smiled back and said with a sobbing voice - “Ba-bye!”.


I smiled and I knew... I had another story.



I asked myself, why can't we be like those innocent kids? They were hurt but they never hold grudges in their hearts. Why do we love sowing seeds of hatred in our hearts when the truth is, it never gives the fruit of happiness but rather, hatred begets hatred.



Aren't we all FARMERS? We all have our fertile soil – that is our hearts, and whatever we plant in there will surely grow. So choose the right seeds.


“When you forgive, you set a prisoner free. Soon you will discover that that prisoner you set free was actually... YOURSELF”.

A Few Good Men : Tales Of Another Subordination (Part 2)









“Silence is golden, but sometimes it is just plain yellow.” There are times when silence is the best defense for the more we speak, the closer we are to defeat. But there are times when silence is yellow, it is an act of timidity, and so, to speak is the little evil thing you could only do to make all things right – so I say it here.



I remember a scenario from the movie entitled “DOUBT” where in a priest said in one of his sermons that – gossip is BAD!... it is like stabbing a pillow and letting all its feathers fly away in the air, and when you wanted to gather all the feathers back into the pillow, you CAN'T... you just CAN'T, because you don't know where they've gone.



So never ever gossip... or should I say, never ever stab other's back, or a better phrase, never ever dig a hole in your neighbors backyard because when you dig a hole, you are actually digging your own pit. Never ever say something bad against your neighbor just because you are envious or jealous or just a plain hypocrite.



YOU...who keep on gossiping, who is like an angel in the face of someone but when that someone turns her back on you, you stab her to death... YOU ARE A HYPOCRITE! YOU ARE A BACK STABBER! You dig a hole in your neighbors backyard just because you cannot find a pit for her to fall into, so you dig a hole for her death, but what you are unaware of is that, that hole you are digging for her is actually your own pit to death.




You have done your hypocrisy once even to your own friend. Your very own friend for four or five years, and still, you have that black gut to stab her. So I am NOT surprised that you again stabbed another back only this time she is not your friend but your rival. (You can do it to your friend, you can do it to your enemy.) Because you are green with envy so you polished your very sharp sword – (That is your evil tongue!) and start blobbing gossip against her. Again, I am NOT surprised! You have done it once, you did it again... and so you can do it again.



So who will be your next victim, you venomous serpent? You are evil to the bones. Your colour is the color of you soul or maybe blacker. Does your heart feel a tinge of conscience? Don't you feel guilty that someone loses her job just because of your own selfish evil devices? And to that little evil friend of yours who have done the same crime but to a different person – don't you feel guilty that a family who's sole bread winner loses her job just because of your evil scheme? Don't you feel guilty for her kids for stealing their bright future because you made their mother lose her job?

And back to YOU! (The main course of the dish) Are you happy now because your rival finally lose her job too? Of course you are happy! And you don't feel any guilt because you don't have a conscience – right?!



YOU ARE ALL SELFISH EVILS!

I pity your evil ways... I pity your little evil friend who did the same thing but to a different person. I pity you both because you have sold your poor souls to the devil and you are not aware of it.

And so I pray for you conscience, I pray for your conviction.


I mean no personal thing in this blog... I just want everybody to open their eyes and examine their conscience. And may the Lord up I heaven who can see the black through whites and the white through blacks and even the gray in between judge these wicked people.



P.S.
You want the truth? Here is the truth...

YOU NEVER REALLY HAD MY TRUST SINCE DAY ONE!
YOU WILL NEVER HAVE MY TRUST... NEVER EVER!
AND GUESS WHAT!... YOU NEVER HAD IT ANYWAY!



P. P.S.

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” PROVERBS 18:21 (KJV)

A recital is a musical performance by one person. To perform in a recital, one must learn and practice well his/her skills in music.


I started playing guitar when I was 9 years old. My father bought me an acoustic guitar as a birthday present then. He wanted me to enroll in a music school but I insisted that I wanted to learn on my own so he bought me a handbook with chords and tabs in it.


So my journey in music began. At first, all I know was that I wanted to learn because of passion. The next thing I know, my fingers became tender and red and its tenderness and redness were painful. Then tiny bruises and wounds suddenly appeared because of the strings of my guitar., I then thought of quitting... but I was never raised up to quit, so in spite the pain, I endured it. I continued learning and practicing each chords. By then, the bruises and wounds on my fingers became hard – calloused. By then, the pain was no longer there because my fingers had grown calloused and thus it became numb. So finally I learned to play guitar and to put chords on my own lyrics and thus a new song – a piece of my own art, my own skill given to me by God.


Life is actually like that. At first, we all wanted to live our own lives, but as we go along, we will realize that it is actually hard and sometimes we wanted to quit learning life's lessons as well. But as we move on, like my calloused fingers, we became hard and thus, stronger to life's challenges and numb to life's pain. And after all the hardships, finally, we see our life as a recital, and we know, it worth it.


But just like any other show, the recital will eventually come to an end and that is an impeccable truth. The audience will bid their final applause, the crowd will get thin and the music will become just like a smoke mingled into the thin air until it reaches the clouds. Your prestige will become just a sweet memory turning sour as you nostalgically enter into the state of deep musing. And in a black and white scene of that flickering moment of your life, you will feel that sense called “PRESTIGE”.


Life is indeed as fragile as the strings of a guitar, you strum it hard then it will break. Sometimes we abuse our lives the way we strum the strings of our guitars because we thought that things could actually happen to others but NOT to us, but the truth is, our strings are just as fragile as the strings of others, because to that “OTHERS” we are the “OTHERS” too. Sometimes, we thought sickness could afflict others but us and neither those people inside the circle of our show, so we get surprised when the things we once thought were so intangible are now in our hands and we are not just holding it, we are grasping it tightly.


But the show, as they say, must go on. Whether it will be a tragedy or a comedy, an applause or a boo.


A recital is when we finally realized what we have learned.


(Dedicated In Memory Of An Acquaintance)

“Its gonna hurt, but I love the pain, I'm bleeding for it.”