In quantum mechanics, a spin swirls towards directed dance.
When humans are led by God ...
... a ballroom gets revealed.
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In quantum mechanics, a spin swirls towards directed dance.
When humans are led by God ...
... a ballroom gets revealed.
Friendship is an endurance course.
Each day is glazed with zeal.
The finish provides a glorious embrace.
Al Jarreau turned Spain into music.
His roots were sacred.
Yesterday, the hush of breath stood still.
God grants life. The songs remain.
When we depart to soar ...
Wings get loosed ...
Winners emerge.
The wonder of God's craftsmanship in us is sacred.
Each one is blessed with a bent.
We are called to hone our talents for His glory.
Small portion.
Each day.
Affection grows as such.
The movement from one generation to the next calls for symmetry.
The spiritual DNA of our lives is paramount.
We pass on what has been tested well.
There is a promised rest for all our daily toil.
It is found not in a place.
It is lavished through the living Christ.
1961.
56 years ago.
God crafted me with His life.
God's measure yields complete joy.
It arises from personal obedience.
Full and beyond compare are His gifts.
Malice promotes malignancy.
Purity upholds integrity.
Our vision merely follows what's in our hearts.
Japanese "maguro" is casuallly served in "akami" which is the leaner part of the tuna.
When "toro" is requested, the succulent fatty side of the belly is served.
The difference is clear: full bodied flavor of the latter just like the mercies of Christ.
Hope is better than wish.
Wish is contingent on chance.
Fiat drives hope.
A true understanding of my current standing must be heard:
I was not granted justice.
God lavished me grace, instead.
Stories are either imagined or recollected.
Humanities abound in the former.
Scriptures claim the latter.
The proper place to park is where one is most near his task.
I seldom think about this locus.
The hardest to park is my tongue.
The goal of life is centered.
Either I determine it ...
or allow God to reveal the plan.
Life is guided.
Who does the lead matters.
God claims purview over all our path.
Christianity is not your regular religion.
It is all in.
Nothing out.
Me: Papa, don't worry about us. We are all good. God has favored us with lavish blessings. You may now rest.
Papa: (staring at me ... silently intimating a thought ...)
Me: You taught me all that I am now good at ... grammar, foresight, basketball, boxing, persevering ... now, please teach me the most important practice ... how to jump from here to the eternal arms of our Redeemer.
Papa: (one last heave ... a strong but gentle inhale of final oxygen without any further release ...)
Thank you my beloved mentor and friend.
You taught me well.
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