Willing to be Illuminated and Pierced

Archive for September, 2013

Sure Foundation

Oh life that goes ’round and ’round in cirlces
Pointless and meaningless without direction
Going where the wind blows and blows and blows
Not know where to rest, crash or fall

We wake, we rise, we eat
We breathe, we walk, we sit
We work, we run, we sleep
Such is the pattern that man lives for

It goes on and on and on
Such routine ends pointlessly
We live for no apparent reason
We die with no sure direction

But there is one Rock who is a sure foundation
One who knows where we are fated in a meaningless world
We can only find our purpose when we seek the treasure
In His heart that was hidden since eternity

Stand on this Rock and life will not go in endless circles
Hold on to this Foundation and the house will not wreck without vision
Once you do our direction is sure and true
And life will not end with a pointless conclusion

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To Dance in the Maddening Rain

Dancing in the rain
Such is what the weary keep in vain
For the sake of this silent hope
To water what remaining passion
Gagged by stress and pain
Silenced by pressure and competition
Strangled by envy and fear
Pick up these cluttered papers, I plead
To forget what was mauled by empty wisdom and vanity
Do endlessly throw them up in the air
So I can dance in the maddening rain

Capturing the Broader Perception

May bayad po yung bata (Is the seat for the child paid)?” A pregnant lady asked another bus passenger rather loudly, her voice sounded quite scandalous in the fully loaded bus to Manila.

Sitting comfortably with a little boy beside her, she said “Oo (Yes).” I was ignoring them until an older lady sitting with the boy and mother began to retort.

Kaya nga nakaupo yung bata kasi binayaran (That’s why the child is sitting because his seat has been paid)” She said in a croaked voice. Now the pregnant lady was already given a seat by a younger man. She heard the old lady’s loud murmur and answered back. “Nagtatanong lang naman po (I just asked).” But the old lady kept on murmuring and even called the pregnant lady crazy.

Now, I wondered to myself, if she, a grandmother herself, had she not been into the pains of childbirth, too?

Besides, all the pregnant lady wanted was a seat, as she was already heavy with a child.

But instead of offering her a seat, she was shunned away…maybe offended at the tone of her voice or her seemingly strong presence. The woman was trying to be strong though I’m sure was feeling uneasy.

But sadly, the grandmother seemed to have lost the broader perspective.

I understand they have paid the child’s seat, and the boy deserve it in place of that payment. But should these people have had the broader perspective of understanding the pregnant lady and her condition, I guess, they would have been even more blessed.

Most people have lost the broader perspective and have only focused on themselves. We have the right to for their rights, to shun off every offense, but we don’t see the need of others.

The Bible tells us to regard others better than ourselves. The call of humility is easy to scream at, but the endowment of this trait into our system is not that easy.

We have been taught to get our rights, but our culture has not taught us to open our eyes and be sensitive to the needs of others.

Thus, we fight against each other to get our rights, like dogs eating each other for a piece of stale bread.

How should we get a broader persepective? Only when we silence our own selfishness, try to get into the shoes of others, and sacrifice even a little bit of ourselves for them.

I admit, I’m still at this battling stage. And with this society, the need to learn humility, as my fellowmen also has the same needs and rights as I do.

And as a fellow human being, I must not disregard to my fellow man their needs and rights as I do have.

But it’s a long road before everyone in this society, even me, to capture the broader perspective.

But let’s begin that journey now.

We Live Not To Work

Sometimes, I wish I were an ordinary worker. I’d have so much time out with the people I want to be with. I can have my own time and schedule. No one can bother me once I log out.

But being a journalist is a special job. It requires you to be in tuned with the latest news and updates. Once you set it aside even for a day, you might never catch up.

There are times I feel so depressed in this kind of job I am in. Some of my fellow contemporaries in this industry would not have enough time for themselves. A senior reporter gave a joke that there’s no lovelife in the media industry. Most of the older reporters remain unmarried, tragically.

But it’s not about the job itself that hinders one’s personal issues (lovelife, namely). It’s just one’s outlook in life.

When we focus too much in our jobs, truly, we might never find time for ourselves, our families, and our friends. Yuppies at their early twenties and near my age (the nearing 30’s) live an idealistic mindset, most of us believing we can change the future through our jobs. True as it is, but we must never let our profession eat us up.

We have the tendency to become too workaholic, we live within the bounderies of our work cubicles. We loose our social and family life. We don’t mind the family problems that linger about us. We forget the real essentials in life, unconsciously. For most of us, we might not realize that this job we have is only appointed for a season. When we realize that, it’s too late.

Who says that only journalists go through this? I had the same dilemma when I was a BPO agent (a night shifter, mind you). I guess every worker would have the same dilemma, our outlook in life being out of focus.

We can try to be heroes in our profession but we should never be martyrs. Our professions are not the very foundation of our lives, but to discover the essentials that uplift our lives, we must learn to slow down and set aside work awhile. šŸ™‚

Forgiving the Forgiven

I could have completely cut my ties with him. He used to be a dear friend, but the malicious public made us rift apart. I hated him for being too inexpressive while playing along with the teasings of the multitudes. He himself thought I was playing along.

But I was already too offended.

In my resentment, I expressed myself through a text message that he was a fool, a promise-breaker, and a liar. He was surprised and saddened, asking me to forgive him.

I tried to keep my silence and ignore him forever. But deep inside, I can hear the voice of Love saying, “Forgive him…”

It was the Lord Himself. He reminded me on why I started praying for this person and with it I said, “Let’s fight for him in prayer.”

So, I braved myself to ask him to meet me at the canteen the following day, or I’ll leave in five minutes.

He did show up immediately.

For the first time we had a very serious talk. It was so different from the other conversations we had, which were not that deep and serious.

He explained his side to me, telling me that everything he promised are true and was hopeful they will happen.

But due to circumstances in our jobs, he was trying to juggle with everything he considers, his family and his friends including me.

Yes, for the first time I heard it straight from his lips. And looking at his eyes he was sincere.

He told me much more that I did not know, the deep side of him that I did not understand.

I was too proud to ignore him, without really hearing him.

Should I have not initiated to talk to him, our friendship would have been ruined and bitterness would have swallowed me up.

It is true that when you love, you must learn how to bravely confront and listen with love and humility.

In the end, I understand how precious this person is as I have been precious to him too.

I guess this is how the Lord loves him too, for He is faithful to begin answers to my prayers and how He heard me to continually fight for him.

All in all, I learned that love takes one to communicate deeply and love is not to be kept in frustration as it can be released through forgiveness.

Dream to Dream Forever

Keep those eyes closed like a little child
Dream like you’ll never wake again
Do not let go of the ribbons made of sunlight
Never stop whisking the waters made of crystals

Keep on chasing those cotton candy clouds
Drink endlessly the milky waterfalls
Dance like mad on the choco-mallow fields
Roll and crush the evergreen white paper grass

See how your golden curls whirl with the wind fairies
As your bright apple red shoes tap on its own
Embrace the rainbow curtains from the bronze pot of gold
Make faces at the sad, smiling moon

Sing along with your neighbor’s doberman
Who entertains with a bow, tie and everything like superman
Find candies and money from the community dump
With the mayor giving them away as the sugar plum

Be a hero charging the sand castle
Cutting the wicked paper dragon with mother’s old scissors
Win as many medals from a lizard gymnastics
Surf the concrete wave with your granda’s pillow volkswagen

All you can hear are chattering little boxes
With tiny ballerinas cooing with bell-like voices
Oh, please don’t let that deafening alarm wreck this world
Or I’ll wake up again on that miserable sick bed!

Escaping the False Dream

Felt like I’m in a dreamlike state. You know the sensation being in a dream while smelling the medicines in your room despite of having dreadful colds. After that you find yourself in a restful but desperate state on your bed. But in my case, I don’t find myself on my bed after witnessing the rush hour. I was already awake for a long time.

The terrible news is when you can’t hit the bed despite of being sickly. The dreamlike state is actually a reality in a guise, causing the hours turn slower than you could ever imagined.

This, my friends, is my dilemma for the moment, aside from the embarassment my coughs caused against my image.

I just had heard from church yesterday that we get so caught up with the “greater things” that we forget what the Lord really wants us to do. My standard of excellence is when I get my story right, perfect, all the important elements, interviews are gathered no matter how hard it should be taken. And this desire for excellence causes me to focus on the wrong things, forgetting that I should be taking a rest. Once I realize it, its too late and I’m already too off-balanced.

The madness of the rush hour, the speedy routine, and the game of perfection is a trap to forget the essentials. Actually, it is the balance of priorities that gets us to the top, not of a company, but in life.

And so, how I wish this realistic dreamlike state ends immediately. I can’t turn back and end my story now. I just have to move on and make the decision to redeem my health by taking an important element in life: REST.

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