There is only one news that redeems our poverty. It comes from the largesse of God's magnanimous grace.
All who receive its grant are swept in awe of its wonderful mercies.
Oil and Dew
Thoughts & Musings
There is only one news that redeems our poverty. It comes from the largesse of God's magnanimous grace.
All who receive its grant are swept in awe of its wonderful mercies.
Our witness shines solely due to Christ's resplendence.
Our human condition relies solely upon the axis of God's intervening presence. We are at best when we reflect this eclipsing grace.
Our future in Christ reflects true splendor.
Seek and peek in and through eschatological hope!
True delight stems from the recognition that friendship is never wholesale but is endowed one person at a time.
Christ knows us by name. We are beckoned to imbibe such commitment.
The subversive presence of the enemy in our walk of faith requires a stance that stands firm upon Christ's death-defying strike.
We interact with words but God communes with His heart.
The incessant pummeling of chaos must be confronted by a deep resolve to abide in the strength of Christ.
Life without Jesus leverages an existence that falls flat despite its branded espresso.
Our true calling ushers our diminishing as we cause Christ's uplifting.
We manicure our lawns as designated stewards of lands.
We cut our hair to exercise grooming.
Our souls long for such attention.
Christ tends to our pruning beyond compare.
The incredible blast of advertising looms over our heads. There seems to be no satiation for packaged produce.
Thus, we buy primarily due to the pull of some contrived orientation.
Interestingly, God never uses artificial machinations.
He purifies every word that comes from His mouth seven times before He declares it.
He does not sell.
He gives without trepidation.
The gravity of our fall pulls down our hopeful resolutions.
Only one hope remains to keep us afloat with bright confidence ...
The zealous engine of Christ's loyal love defies all our woes and carries us beyond our personal turbulence.
Birthday cakes are subliminal reminders of our shared terminal.
We are born.
We suffer.
We die.
But there's an exemption.
It is the lit grace of Christ's mercy.
Marriage is depicted as mystery. It is a hidden reflection of something resplendent about the Person and Work of Jesus Christ.
I see this wonderfully articulated in the past 365 days of my daughter and son-in-grace's journey.
The Messiah has been redeeming their intertwined vow.
My view from the deck spills a torrent of evidence that simply stuns my senses on Who my God is.
Fellowship is a kindred affair.
We are roused to gravitate towards one another.
At the very center is the bequest of wonder.
Filipino culinary evolved from a melting pot of cultural dips of foreign influence.
Through the years, the Lord of Nations marinaded our taste for succulent eats.
Broken yet redeemable, culture is transformed when yielded to the True Chef.
Adobo, anyone?
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.
Our shared vocation calls for a simple reflection.
We were given life to shine.
When darkness invades our privacy, we fall prey to the age-old lie that we have been abandoned.
Christ has come to give us blooming persons.
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