My Father’s Favorite Ride (illustrated by Domz Agsaway ), is the 4th in My Father’s Favorite series of concept books for young readers. I...

Listening with my heart was a blessing. But without functioning ears, unheard spoken words couldn't reach the heart.   Listening with m...

Driving a few miles away from noisy—and often unruly—Metro Manila, then arriving in a quiet farm owned by a couple at whose wedding I was a ...

Do you sometimes weep during worship? I do. In the past, it was “sometimes,” or “on occasion.” But in recent Sundays, it has been “always.” ...

This boggles and jiggles the mind.   My blog hits spiked in the last two years. From an average of 8,000 hits a month (which made me cackle ...

One movie. That’s my monumental achievement every year.  I specialize in waiting for a movie I can sit through and feast on for two+ hours. ...

Where to go? What to do? A place not too far. A place not too near.  Before son #2 and daughter-in-love arrived from the US for a brief visi...

Like many parents in this age of diaspora, I do not have all my three sons in our native land.  The current era of global migration, acceler...

These horrid times, every day seems like traveling in a desert. The world is at war: major conflicts in the Middle East, Eastern Europe, and...

(Continued from last post. Delighting Grace is Del G  and Grace Chong is GC . . .   GC: Every single one of my books is close to my heart. ...

Like grace, joy can never be described accurately. One just knows he has it--not only in feeling but also in knowledge and in a deeply roote...

“Were do I begin?” This question is always asked in writing workshops attended by would-be authors. As an author, I believe everything begin...

How do we define humility? No words or action by man can define it accurately. But Jesus vividly demonstrated it for us during what we now c...

On July 15, 2014, I had a chat with Nitoy Gonzalez, owner/blogger of Delighting Grace (Del G). It’s been 11 years, but this post is as rele...

January 2026: I met a brute, a scumbag. I wouldn’t have survived but for the Word and the God Shot .  On New Year's day, this guest came...

The number 8 popped into my head when 8 of my dearest friends, peers from my past workplace (X of corporate name) made time to visit me at h...

Time is an arrow.  Once you shoot it into the air, its trajectory is irreversible. It moves in one direction and never comes back. It moment...

Nothing delights me more than seeing a little girl blossom into a young lady, and who pursues her love of writing. What proof can be better ...

Before the Ides of March, which unsettles me, I need to write about it now. That special event has to leave the shadows and step into the li...

Months of combined magnified external sounds (courtesy of my cheap hearing aids) and the internal sounds of tinnitus was no longer fit for ...

Several famous books have had sequels written many years, sometimes decades, after the original publication. One of them is “To Kill a Mocki...

On day 59 of my Bible ( Bible Recap ESV ), my Christmas gift from son #1, I noticed that the last words of “The God Shot” is always:   ...

While reading my Bible and reflecting on salvation this morning, Jose Garcia Villa (a critic, artist, and National Artist of the Philippines...

To someone who has attended all (except when I was in school abroad) our annual clan reunions to end and begin the year—the 81st just concl...