Few stories and a thousand lessons

Just some of the best moments of the year 2014. God is awesome!

The day is illuminated with the bright, blue sky and the heat of the midday sun bites on the skin as we walk through the ancient roads and cobbled streets of this old city, Vigan. As I marvel at the old structures of the place, with the wind sweeping hot on this northern part of the archipelago, I try to recall images from my history classes and attempted to reconstruct a mental picture of what it was like in this place in the 16th or 17th century Philippines. After all, for a history buff like me, conjuring up images from the past—real or otherwise—should come naturally. If clinging to the past was a crime, then the “historian” in me pleads guilty. But when you’re the perpetual romanticist that you claim yourself to be and it's just a few hours before you bid goodbye to the year and things get melodramatic, you couldn't help but to tell stories and conjure up images. To remind yourself that you’re still alive. To remind yourself of the things that matter.

But what are the things that matter, really? That was always the tough question, but I know the answer.

I have learned that from the humble, old kutsero who happily drives his kalesa as we tour around Vigan City one day during the summer. With him being the unofficial tour guide and the horse pulling us into the past, I am absorbed in profound wonder at the history that was carefully preserved in this place. It rightfully deserve its spot in the list of the New Seven Wonder Cities of the World. As we passed by old buildings and houses designed during the colonial period, I asked the old kutsero how long he had been on his job. It’s not a job, he instantly replied. Said he started out as kutsero when he was still a young man, inspired by his father who was also a kutsero himself. Buhay ko na ito, he said with a smile.

I would have wanted to ask him one more question, on why he does what he does, and for all these years, with a meager allowance? He could have looked for something else,right? But as I saw other tourists like me taking awe at the sights of this citadel of ancient history, with big smiles affixed on their faces as they breeze through time and spaces from a bygone era, capturing it on their cameras, and with little children getting fascinated by the chance to ride a real carousel pulled by a real horse and jumping with joy throughout the ride, I then realized the answer: it’s not so hard loving what you do when it’s making other people happy, when it puts smile on people's faces. It makes so much sense. I glanced at mamang kutsero and his horse, and I resigned into silence.

My trip to Vigan City included non-stop photo-shoot in all remarkable places,
and here, in an ordinary roadside products stall, haha.

Viva, Vigan! The old city was rightfully included in the recent list of the
 New Seven Wonder Cities of the World. Mabuhay!

I have learned that from a pastor who leads a small congregation in San Antonio, Zambales. It was one fine morning last Holy Week. We were in the beach just after the break of dawn for a morning devotion, to soak in the presence of the Divine as we marvel at His majestic creation. Sunrise on a beach,waves crashing into the shore and early birds gliding below the clouds, singing with the low rumble of a motor boat somewhere in the ocean.

“My son, give me your heart…” says the pastor, quoting from the Bible. He’s speaking of surrender, of giving your life to God daily. I looked around at the bright faces of young people huddled in the sand, listening intently to the preaching.I looked within and again, allowed my heart to be broken, piece by little piece,I gave all to Him who promised to heal it…and will break it but only with wonderful things. There before the ocean, with the sun rising in the distant horizon and clouds hovering above the nearby mountain, that I finally understood the meaning of surrender. My self, my person, my individuality slowly vanished in the light of eternity and for His glory. It was the greatest, sweetest heartbreak ever. And I was captivated and have fallen even more in love.

With Pastor Cabab, preaching here about surrender.
The Words from Proverbs 23 came rushing in like the ocean waves, hitting me like a tsunami.
And I am never the same way again...

After that unforgettable morning encounter in Zambales. These young people were part of Pastor Cabab's congregation which is mainly composed of the younger generation. My friend, Carlo, and I were actually invited in their church last Holy Week to give a lecture, wherein I talked about the necessity of engaging our faith and Christian Values in this changing world.
I never thought that God actually has something more for me that moment. And I am grateful.

I have learned that from every student that has ever attended my classes when I am still in the academe. I saw it from their desire to learn new things and explore. I heard it from their honest answers every time I asked them about their ambitions and how do they see themselves years after graduating from college. To provide for the family, to have a wonderful life, to serve the country, to go abroad, to explore the world, and the list goes on. But I saw in them too the same hunger to live, to find purpose. I saw in them their dreams and their ideals and their courage. And that taught me to value and respect different people on their way to the dreams they are working hard for to translate into realities. That taught me to dream even more.

This photo, together with my BSED Social Studies majors, was taken after our "Deviance Day", which was one of my major class activities for the Social Sciences 100 course. Things like this make me miss the teaching practice.

I have learned that from the people that I am now working with. That service goes beyond the pay-check and the benefits and the comfort of air-conditioned government offices. That it is actually a matter of giving back to the country and the people it shelters. They made me further believe that our nation has a great potential and that transformation can be realized.Only if we aspire more, do more, and be more. And because I have seen their dedication, their commitment, their hard work, I am led to believe that it is possible. Better things for this nation are ahead.

Together with the people that I am now working with. I'd like to call them "transformers",
because I believe, that's what they really are :)

I have learned that from every young people who attend our weekly fellowship and small group gatherings. That there is more to this life than just exist and then fade away. That the greatest adventure in this life is seeking God, and its greatest reward is finding Him. Every time I wonder if this thing called faith and serving the King is really worth it, I looked at these young men and women and I am comforted of the fact that God is really doing something great for this generation. Multitudes of youth and students are being won over. It is overwhelming to see these young people standing for their faith,giving their lives for something more meaningful, anchoring their hope to something that is eternal. I have thus decided to never trade this journey for something else. This upward call in Christ is the only one that will matter in the end.

This was taken during our first LAYF (Lakas-Angkan Youth Fellowship), at the CLSU Auditorium. We've decided in December last year to relocate to a larger place because the church facility at the NIA-CLSU can not anymore contain the growing number of regular attendees. God is really multiplying this generation by the hundreds. And indeed, that first LAYF in auditorium, God showed up, and He didn't disappoint. One can not contain the overwhelming joy we felt when we saw huge numbers of youth who were there to seek Jesus. We almost filled the main hall of the auditorium. I remember that night, I was at the back  together with some of the youth leaders, our ates and kuyas, and we just fell silent, watching God's spectacle. Our eyes were swelling with tears, and when we can't anymore contain the joy, raised our hands and jumped and danced in celebration. Is this what God meant when He said He is able to win this generation? Definitely yes! Count me in!

The youth leaders, and the elders? Haha. Taken during the Single Pro-Undergrad Christmas party last December. Who gets to get old when you're serving the LORD with these young men and women? Ah, I'm so young!

My group, the David Cell group. These warrior princes and princesses of God are just one of the many reasons why I intend to stay in the journey, to keep the faith, and finish the race with Jesus. There's no other worthy way.

Sometimes it takes an epiphany, a rare moment of enlightenment, or a solemn isolation for us to learn some of the greatest lessons about life. But sometimes too, you learn them while riding on a jeepney on your way to work; you learn them while having coffee with your friends and just talk about random things. You learn them while biking around the campus early in the morning and anticipate the grand spectacle of nature changing hues during a sunrise. You learn about them while sitting on a wooden bench in a park and waiting for the sun to set, or while reading a good book or listening to good music. You can learn them when you are with your family, or while playing with your little nephew and cousin and they try to mouth gibberish words that you try to decipher, and then you laugh your heart out. You can learn them from each person you meet at random places. And if you just let them tell their stories and if you just care to understand, you’ll know. You’ll probably know where you need to be, and what you need to do.

With all its great lessons, its heartbreaks, its breakthroughs,its opportunities big and small, its highs and lows, its loneliness and bliss,its blessings and wonderful things, 2014 has been a great year all in all.

But I say this again and again: with God, the best is yet to come!

Happy New Year.

My siblings, Charlie, Christian, Roseann, and Charlene, together with the newest addition to our family--
my cute and brilliant nephew, Arkin. 

Family. A great gift from the LORD. Nothing beats a loving (and pushing) family. Cheers! :)

A Three-year Love Story

It was, for me, a love at first sight.

I can still vividly recall the surging feelings that took over me the first time I laid my eyes on you. I was at a bus terminal waiting for the next trip back home when suddenly I looked over my shoulder and there you are, beautifully standing in the crowd of busy people coming and going in all directions. You stood out above the rest. Your body and beautiful curves was for me, way beyond standard. You possessed that combination of beauty and power and quiet rage.

The person seated next to me was asking what time it is already but I ignored her unconsciously because I was too focused on you. My vision zeroed-in on your direction and it seemed that time and space continuum didn’t matter: I’m stuck on you and I sat there frozen and unable to process my thoughts.

All I can think of at the moment was that I want you. I knew at that moment, I’ve fallen in love big time. I loved you already. 

I really want to approach you then, lay my hands on you, to see you closer and to feel you. But then my bus arrived and I had to go. I had to leave you. I said to myself that if it’s meant to be, we will see each other again. And that’s what I hoped for and desired.

That picture of you in that crowded place stuck in my mind. I never did imagine that it will feel like this. In my sleep, in my work, in all that I do, I see you. More and more the desire to be with you became stronger. It just wouldn’t go away. So I decided from that instance that when that day comes when we will meet again, you would be mine. So I asked people about you. I asked them where could I find you and they offered me very helpful information. You were just somewhere near and I’ve never been so happy.

I promised myself to do everything to have you. I worked hard. I disciplined myself in all areas so that I would deserve you. And with the help of other people closest to me and who have been supportive of this little endeavor, I’ve seen hope…and my dream of having you slowly became a reality.

And it did.

It was exactly three years today when we finally decided to be ‘officially together’. Of course I was the happiest person in the word when finally you belonged to me. It was so overwhelming and I couldn’t comprehend that it happened too fast. But I was thankful. I was so proud of you that I couldn’t help but to show you off to other people. I introduced you to my friends and they were so amazed and proud. And remember the first time I brought you home to meet my family? They too could not conceal the happiness. They were so proud of you. They were so proud of me.

And so we believed we would stay strong together. We were invincible!

 After three years and thousands of miles of journey later, we are still going strong. We’ve been together through the toughest and challenging times. Remember when we were caught by someone doing something we are not yet allowed to do? I almost freaked-out because I never thought it could happen to us—and I paid a considerable price for that.

But the most challenging moment for us was when we almost fell apart because of my own imprudence and recklessness. I became too complacent and too contended with just the two us that I forgot to pay attention to everything else around us. I forgot to pay attention to little yet important details and in return, we both suffered the terrible consequence. And that was just the first.

 Some concerned people advised me to give it a break, to back off and have some time to develop myself first. They told me that I’m not yet ready to take full responsibility just in case. They told me to just take it a little slowly, but I ignored their call. I thought them wrong. They just don’t understand how it felt whenever I’m with you. I feel free and alive. The progression of time when I’m with you just didn’t matter. We owned the world.

But then the second fall happened. Another reckless maneuver, another mistake, another breach in our journey together led to a terrible damage to both of us. It was a big and awful mistake, greater than the first we had. I was wounded and was badly hurt; you were disgraced and terribly broken. I tried to confront and reprimand the third party involved but it was the most uncivilized thing to do at that moment. All I had to do was to accept that maybe it was not yet time for us. That maybe I was going to fast and too furious. That it was all on me and my ignorance. I almost waved the white flag and surrendered…but then I thought it would already be too late to back off. I said to myself I must defend you. I must stand strong for both of us.

The damage had been done, and I’ve learned my lessons the hard way. But it was all worth it. Because it was during these tough times together that I learned many things.

I learned the value of patience and presence of mind, although sometimes I still tend to go beyond our limits.

 I learned that I can not make rules for us because there are always rules already there, and we can’t do anything but follow. We can’t do anything but to conform and go with the flow because that would be most beneficial for us. I learned that it is not just about us, it is about other people as well.

I learned to give way and let others first, especially when it is not my turn move and react, because I know it is the safest way. I learned not to take advantage of others, especially if they are bigger and stronger.

I learned to respect others and I learned not to get into the opposite direction. I learned that I should mind my business and always be conscious of my actions at the same time—because in just one small mistake, who knows it may be all over for us.

And most of all, I learned the value of caution. That in all that I do, the most important thing is to preserve both of us, to take things a little slowly, to be safe, and to take care of “us” at all times. 

I learned to hold on to us and to never lose hope of improving myself, because in the end of it all, what will matter will be the journey together, what will matter will be the distance and how far we’ve gone.

See now, we’ve gone a long way. Three years has been a long time to test each others loyalty and trust. Three years were enough to say we made a good deal out of our partnership. You gave a lot to me more than I gave you. And I want to thank you. 

I want to thank you for keeping up with me. I want to thank you for being there when I needed you, when I can not even carry myself.

I want to thank you because you have brought me to places I never thought I’ll be able to reach on my own. You allowed me to experience life in high-speed and you’ve given me a taste of freedom. 

You’ve been a great part of me now, and I can’t bear to see my life without you. Promise me you’ll stay.

Happy third anniversary to us, my baby HONDA DASH.

At dahil diyan, iti-treat kita ng Tune-up and Change oil! Oh you’ll definitely love that.

Cheers for the next thousand miles! :)

 

Me and my dashing Dash: Three years and counting. Cheers!

Sunset and Solitude

(Photo from the net)

The last rays of the sun creeps desperately through the clouds which hover silently and peacefully in the air. The afternoon breeze invokes memories and warmth of a lost childhood, of a fanciful melody playing at the back of the mind. The blue of the sky which for this time has turned pale orange—like soft ember in the furnace—reminds me of a magical transformation of something too staggering to even describe, or even imagine.

Silence.

 There is something too familiar with this. I remember more stories, like flashes of light dawning upon my innocence and consciousness. Well, sunsets don’t have to be too sentimental like this, but they do. It does when all I need to do is to look at the setting sun just above the vast horizon, and to just be still and contemplate the mysteries of life that I couldn’t actually fathom entirely.

Standing in a field and watching such panoramic splendor somewhat offer me an understanding of what lies beyond the grasp of human imagination, of what possibilities could there be in exploring the horizon which seem to be tauntingly infinite.

And I just love the breeze of the afternoon air, and the scene revealing at dusk: when all there is was the chirping of the birds that happily glide in the sky, perhaps, joining me in the celebration of the greatness of the scene before me, a celebration of the beauty of life. When all there is were the trees beyond, the grass beneath my feet, the faint sound of a motorcycle somewhere, the hum of the cicadas now becoming a tangible musical background joining in the harmony; and yes, the soft rays of the setting sun now silhouetting the landscape which is wonderfully laid before the horizon.

And there was the profound stillness, its assuring comfort, its magic, and its mystery.

When I have nothing to say because words have lost their meaning in such a humbling scene, I keep my mouth and my mind shut, and allow only my heart to speak and my soul to see.

It is such, O Lord, a wonderful world.

There was never an unfathomable mystery, after all.

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“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork.” –Psalm 19:1