The endowment of fruit elicits gladness.
With good hands, we are beckoned to a stewardship of sobriety.
Water is turned to wine to signal the potency of Christ's deep joy.
First
The Gospel ushers us to a vision of Marriage.
Marriage grants us a spectacle of the Gospel.
For a year now, my daughter and new son has shown the holy vigor of this beauteous contention.
The first marriage of Christ to His Bride, the Church, shows the way.
Baguio
He was a toddler when I had my initiation at the Baguio Seminary. I'd come for a visit and there he was ... just another cool kid running around in diapers showboating some new craze.
It's been almost four decades and the wings have recycled.
Christian Aaron just flew in to my previous ground to yield to Christ's commission.
Soar, young Eagle!
Flee
The command to resist the devil is accompanied by a weapon that is virtually beyond defense.
Prayerful obedience is best observed in the minute narrative of this wonderful lady.
She hails from the ravages yet she rises towards holy stages.
Satan flees from her concert.
Rocelyn / directing spiritual traffic
Cinematography
The lure of television is malignant.
There is a stunning seduction that lurks its screen. We are pulled and fooled, it seems, to the features of breaking urgencies.
Netflix reigns while commercials are enthroned subliminally.
Before we think, we cash credit with unsuspecting zeal.
The escape for such temptress is active meditation through good reading.
Alas, books somehow lose to high definition.
Afterall, only few care to define life unabridged.
May we unsubscribe to lies and deception and cling to that which can truly anchor life at its roots.
Ad Fontis!
Spartan
I know a man whose optimum struggle looms deep in his soul.
He contends to pursue God's will through the challenging hurdles of life.
His family will quickly attest to the succulence of his incredible victories, just because ...
He claims Spartan Grace from His Savior.
Captain DC
Quantum
The realities of parenting are nuanced with distinction.
I had the joy of facilitating the wedding of Francis and Marie just a few years back.
Now, I behold the grant of joy: little miss Millie.
Through the journey, the silent yet steady hand of their Master keeps them steady.
No matter how stiff the learning curves, the Giver of life, knows what to teach.
Sinatra
I did it my way.
Five words that capture the human propensity to push the will to its limits.
Yet, it is this conviction that somehow reprimands our obnoxious arrogance.
Without Christ, there is no true work.
Either we sing our mantras to Himalayan pitches or we yield to the sweet lullaby of our Father who seeks to dwell in our lives through the incredible redemptive work of His Son ushered in the legato of the Holy Spirit.
Cuddle
The warmth of human embrace cannot be eclipsed by any material endowment. Beneath our skin resides a vast reservoir of care. Through the fall, we have somehow suffered a shared amnesia that pulled us out from our true flourishing.
Thus, I see people passing by with not a slight regard for the sheer magic of an introductory hello. We have imbibed the dictum that we are strangers in a paradise lost.
And then comes a little puppy that somehow pinches our nerves to a moment of wander.
Manel with a baby Australian Shepherd
Irony
Our assumptions betray our personal orientations. We prefer to believe a particular maxim based on some voice subscribed with somehere in time.
The irony of much of our thoughts is relayed through the burdensome behavior manifested.
Our hidden actions reveal the cracks.
Every human thought equates to a conundrum not unless it escapes through the wonderful grace of God's pure wisdom.
When we yield to that which is never abridged by shifting foundations, suddenly, we rouse, we take up our mats, and walk in pure delight.
Apropos
When God made woman out from the rib of man, the theology of other-centeredness took on flesh.
I had often pondered why God would say that it is not good for man to be alone. After all, there have been seasons of life when isolation seemed most comforting.
And then I turn the leaf of honesty, and admit that through my imposed solitude I drift towards a safe but lifeless existence.
Ahh, it seems undeniably true that deep down in my pretentious psyche is a longing for unremitting companionship.
I ache for koinonia.
The fellowship of the Trinity provides the perfect paradigm for my inquiry. In infinite measure, God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit have been demonstrating the gravitas of this wonder.
In absolute fluidity of affection one for each other, the devotion of the Godhead speaks forth the strongest argument why we all need each other.
As we commit to this ordination, we behold a kiss that holds us dear and close to the very heart of our Creator.
Birthday
I got married in the late 80's to a young and beautiful lady whose primary trait was her remarkable elegance.
For three decades now, I have been witnessing this resplendent poise not only staying its course but growing wonderfully deep.
The mark of Christ's on-going work in her character has been my season ticket for a front row spectacle on how virtue marinades under the tutelage of her Redeemer.
Joyfully Blessed Birthday, my bride and truest friend!
Maria Danielle Diwa, née Soberano
Anchor
There is no stronger anchor in life other than the love of God found in the person of Christ Jesus.
Yesterday was Memorial Day. It was a time to remember the courage of heroes. At a nearby pool park, I found myself in a serious conversation about the troublesome meaning of a holy sacrifice.
As I was led to unpack the meta narrative of God's intervention, the person whom I was seeking to clarify with expressed her desire not only to subscribe to the memory of that one quintessential heroism of Christ but to enter into its covenant.
The story of Christ grips the human heart with an astounding hold that finds no rest until a vacuum is filled with its joyful weight.
Grit
Candles stay on through their wick. The solid wax turns liquid in a well-timed release. The beam is never aggressive but ingressive. The lumens light our paths with measured depth.
Life is akin to such movement. Our lifespan has been determined. Our daily existence finds expression in minute stewardship. Our witness is fashioned not to scheme but glean. We serve as guides to the next batch with gracious experience.
I stop to think of my present journey as a privileged grant. Every single day is a divine favor.
Life is sacred.
God crafted my resplendence and by Christ's grace ... I experience daily lit wonders!
Go
The task of proclaiming the truth calls for measured speed.
The Lord of the Harvest intimated the ripeness of the field and of the obvious lack of reapers who are ready to jump in the wagon to go.
The necessity of prayer to move our calling to a posture of action is paramount.
Indeed, how will they know the good news unless we tell them.
Just do it.
Hardcourt
The place of meditation requires a goal to accomplish life's purpose.
I have run wild without direction.
I know what it means to pursue nothing but the wind.
This is why, I step on the hardcourt to contend for every shot.
In life, the difference between mediocrity and success derives from passivity or intentionality.
I turn to my Coach who constantly reminds me to keep my vision focused on a determined hoop.
Daily Shot
Tri
When my wife won first place on her first indoor triathlon, I knew its occurrence weeks before it was achieved.
She is wired with serious tenacity that turns every effort towards scaling heights.
She inspires me.
I am spurred to overcome my propensity to entertain fear on its assault to halt my personal aim. The race that is set calls for a wild resolve tamed by holiness.
To win, one must enter the cross-training of suffering.
Via Dolorosa is the path that leads to our Golgotha but akin to the spectacle of Christ's quintessential victory over death, we are invited to live a life of true gain.
The medal comes from a heart laid steady on Christ's magnanimous strength.
First Place / Women's Indoor Triathlon LTF Texas
PowerPoint
No sermon speaks louder than action.
The young are led to us with the inherent responsibility to demonstrate tenacious values.
I marvel at the frequent opportunities that come my way to influence the young.
It is either we teach them well or we run in default to crush them.
When we stand on the sidelines with complacent indifference to the affairs of our youth, we are ushering an ominous dark era.
I am called to do something by being someone to the little ones.
Only Christ can cause this shift.
With nephew Jared, Pepperdine University Scholar
Parenthesis
The days gone by seem fleeting and vexing.
We turn back at previous episodes and wonder how we grew up so fast.
Indeed the hours seem like curious drippings of sand in what feels like a spiraled funnel.
We were merely five and just in a wink, we stood fifty.
Where have all the memories gone?
If I pause long and hard, I should notice that life is expended not for its temporal span but for where it is headed.
The trajectory is heavenward.
Aha! It is not merely the material but the spatial trek that matters.
I am loved deeply by God.
This is all that really matters and it is the only truth that causes my flourishing.
Now and Then. {5 and 50}
Nine
Last night I had the joy of laying hands in prayer for my good friend Khai.
He sets out today to represent the US in the 10th Annual European Golf Championship in East Lothian, Scotland.
Khai's parents, Ronnie and Marivic are accompanying the young phenom. It was only nine years ago, when we were at dinner seeking for the Lord's clear blessing upon their gift.
Although I have no competence in the greens, I was led to offer the wise joy behind a missed putt:
Whenever I miss a shot (and I always do), I coerce my sights towards Christ's redeeming save. Jesus came to rectify all my foibles.
Khai promised to praise the Lord, in or out.
9 years old and soaring