Learning from Teaching

Teaching within the four walls of a room (20 years) has taught me countless lessons which now come in handy as we can't reach the outside world or function without the Internet. 

Yes, the grace of teaching has taught me values that I would never have learned elsewhere. Let me cite the four I had prayed hard for, because they were impossible to summon on my own: patience, self-restraint, giving back, and tact.

Patience: Having overstayed in a business that required “yesterday” deadlines, I looked over my staff’s shoulders and exacted from everyone speedy work. In a classroom, waiting is key. Students need space and time to think on their own.

Self-restraint: Losing one’s cool was a daily fare in my former stress-filled workplace, where accounts might be lost anytime. In the classroom, teachers who lose their cool lose their students’ confidence in themselves.

Giving back: I amassed enough knowledge and experience in the corporate world from clients and peers. These treasured trophies have to be shared or they’d gather dust and rust. I strewed them inside the classroom for students to pick up and put to use now and in the future.

Tact: Teaching is like writing. There is always a kinder word, a better phrase, and a more uplifting clause than what are on the first draft. In delivering bad news or critical feedback, I tweak and prune my initial language to encourage smiling instead of shaking.

I had never taken “role modeling” as seriously as when I was on campus (now replaced with bandwidth by the pandemic).

Most of my former students are now leaders in their chosen fields here and abroad, and although I won’t take any credit for their successes, I receive “thank-you notes” that make me feel intensely grateful for the chance to have been a part of their lives inside the classroom.

The 5%: Growing from Good to Great

"It's all good, but you need 5% more to make it great," my former boss said (years ago) after listening to my presentation to client. 

This is a variation of the Level 5 leadership concept and the book by Jim Collins, "Good to Great." Many leaders advocate it as a path to excellence, but in different ways, such as:

"Your greatness is just five extra percent of energy away."  

I used it as well on my college and MBA students in Critical Writing. "This is good! Now add the missing 5% and transition to great," I echoed my ex-boss. 

It always works. People, who want to excel need to exert extra effort.   

That was not the case with Hezekiah, who was acclaimed a good king--likened to David--in the Old Testament. While most other kings through generations did evil in the Lord's sight, Hezekiah did good. 

After his father Ahaz' wicked reign, Hezekiah put the house in order. He destroyed all pagan altars, idols, and temples. He cleaned out and reopened the doors of the temple in Jerusalem shut by his father. He re-instituted the Passover as a national holiday (2 Chronicles 30:1). Judah was revived. 

"He remained faithful to the Lord in everything, and he carefully obeyed all the commands the Lord had given Moses. So the Lord was with him, and Hezekiah was successful in everything he did . . ." (2 Kings 18:6-7)

When the Assyrians, the world power at the time, threatened to invade Jerusalem,  Hezekiah prayed a beautiful prayer for help (2 Kings 19:19).

God, faithful as always, protected Jerusalem. And the Assyrians were vanquished (2 Chronicles 32:22).

Later, Hezekiah became very sick. He begged God to be merciful and to remember all the good he had done. The Lord healed him and extended his life by 15 years (2 Kings 20:5–7)! 

And then, Hezekiah dropped the ball. 

Instead of pursuing the 5%, he backslid big time!  When the Babylonians, who had heard he was sick, sent him a gift, Hezekiah did not speak of the Lord's goodness and of Him as Judah's one true God. Instead, he showed them his treasures, his riches, and everything in his arsenal. 

Although he was a model of faithfulness and trust in the Lord . . . although he was always rewarded with answered prayers, Hezekiah had fallen to the folly of pride. 

We are called to a life of obedience in the one true God.  We need that 5% to grow from good to great. 

PINK at the End of the Tunnel

At the rate the idiom, "a light at the end of the tunnel," is being used during the pandemic, it might soon be a cliche. 

An idiom, as we know it, is a metaphorical figure of speech, and goes beyond the literal meaning of the words. "A light at the end of the tunnel" therefore means we can see hope that the Covid-19 virus and its harrowing effects will soon vanish. 

Dating back to 1800s, as read in old publications, this metaphor for hope was popularized by President John Kennedy in the mid-1960s in reference to the Vietnam war. 

I am borrowing a part of the idiom in light of our political landscape, where we are groping. It is dark, very dark, with all the blinding political maneuverings, lies, deceit, mud-slinging, etc. And what's worse, some people I know applaud them. These have often discouraged me, making my heart sad. But by grace, I know the Lord will give us light.

With the groundswell of the people's pink campaign for VP Leni Robredo, I see this light in the May 2022 elections.    

Try skimming through these photos, which I downloaded from socmed (there are many more, but my feeble hands could only collage this much for today), and see for yourself.  

"Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again—my Savior and my God!" (Psalm 43:5) 

PINKplosion

When the color pink exploded on socmed, I thought it was a fluke. It's been almost two months and the endless explosion is almost deafening.  

And then there was an explosion of an ugly kind in the political scene.

Some candidates (their powerful names appear on popular vlogs and news sites, but they remain unnamed on this blogsite on grace) withdrew their candidacy and substituted for unknowns who were used as placeholders till these superstars made up their minds. 

These are just some of the reactions I culled from various sources: 

"It is a mockery of the electoral process!" 

"It is an affront to the voters!" 

"It is about greed for power—not service to country."   

Whatever their reasons, I have decided not to cause my blood pressure to rise. So I will focus on pink, the color of hope, symbolized by VP Leni Robredo, my candidate for president.  

Why Leni? 

She espouses all the values my parents taught me and which the Lord inscribed in my heart. Her plans and platforms dovetail with my dreams for the country. Most importantly, her significant achievements and passion to serve speak of the kind of president she would be.  

As congresswoman in the 16th congress, Leni wrote the comprehensive Anti-Discrimination Bill (HB3432), and authored, among others: 

- The Full Disclosure Bill (HB 19)

- The People Empowerment Bill (HB4911) 

Even if her job description as VP specifies "spare tire" in case anything happens to the president, she rolled up her sleeves and went to work, especially during the pandemic. 

Her Angat-Buhay Program has benefited 83,707 families across the country in its first year of implementation. 

The Office of the Vice President (OVP) has provided free shuttle services for frontliners and emergency workers, delivered 7,350 PPEs to nine hospitals, and provided care packages for health workers and their families. The OVP has likewise conducted free swab tests in various areas. 

During the several disasters that plagued the country (along with the pandemic), she delivered food and other goods to the victims. Many big companies coursed their donations through the OVP. 

All these expenses—up to the single centavo—have been accounted for. The OVP has been consistently given the highest rating by the Commission on Audit.  

These are just some of my researched data about her. There are more, but I usually keep one post to 500 words.

Why Leni? If not, who? 

No candidate can match her zeal in serving the people with limited budget.  

Now that the campaign is in full swing, I am dazzled by the number of PINKplosions mounted by volunteers, who shoulder their own expenses. I am documenting them, but then, again, they seem to be bottomless; it is difficult to catch all in several blogs (this is my fourth to date, and it won't be the last). 

PINKplosion, no less, in 50 photos: 

"The eyes of the Lord watch over those who do right, and his ears are open to their prayers. But the Lord turns his face against those who do evil." 1 Peter 3:12 (NLT)

In the PINK of Health

A question often asked these days is, "How are you?" 

Replies vary: 

"So so." 

"Getting by." 

"Surviving." 

"I finally got my second vax." 

"I just recovered from Covid." 

Hardly, if at all, do we hear, "In the pink of health." We all want to be in the pink, but these are unusual times. 

With daily reminders like masks, face shields, curfew, and Covid-19 statistics, somewhere in our core, we feel that our health is far from reaching peak level.   

That's why the pink images on socmed give me a semblance of normalcy and make me feel refreshed and renewed. Outdoor activities like caravans, community pantries, painting dirty walls, and printing posters from all over the country and many places in the world show energized people in pink with happy, hopeful faces. 

These feel-good pictures, some with matching words, make me remember that once we were or once again we will be in the pink of health. 

Scan through them. Savor, like I do, the soaring spirit that drives this pink movement. 

In the pink—let's go there!  

"Dear friend, I hope all is well with you and that you are as healthy in body as you are strong in spirit."

3 John 2-4  (NLT) 

Photo credits: all borrowed from socmed 

PINK-Palette Phenomenon

For whatever reason, or by coincidence, the color pink (in every shade possible) was what people used in memes and images urging VP Leni Robredo to run for president. 

When Leni finally filed her certificate of candidacy on October 7, 2021, pink organically became her official color, sans deliberate planning. She simply went with the tide.  

She lamented her lack of campaign resources that the others have. As though on cue, volunteerism took on a life of its own.  

The movement, as many friends described the spectacle, so stunned me I immediately blogged about it. I called it a phenomenal pink-palette frenzy, for lack of better and more powerful words. 

But one blog is not enough.

The rise of pink (caravans, posters, community events, slogans, convergences, etc. on land, air, and sea) here and abroad has gone unabated till today. The creativity—from all walks of life and professions, in both words and pictures—is unparalleled. 

Here are some that my aging hands and fingers could put together in a collage. Each photo reminds me of grace, giving me hope in various ways through various means.  

This has gone beyond Leni, who exhorts her supporters, "Madaling makipagtalo, mas radical ang magmahal!" (Arguing is easy, but it is more radical to love.)  

This pink-palette phenomenon is about people uniting for a kindhearted, compassionate, and more humane Philippines.  This is about us fighting for good values in governance. 

The Lord exhorts us in Philippians 2:2, "Complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind." 

Photo credits: all grabbed and borrowed from various socmed posts 

Cabin Fever, Anyone?

Being stuck at home for almost two years now has left many feeling bored, irritable, and restless. These feelings are associated with a condition commonly called cabin fever. 

This describes a person who has been confined at home for extended periods. Although cabin fever is not considered a psychological condition, it has real psychological impact on anyone, according to Vaile Wright, director of clinical research and quality at the American Psychological Association.

Cabin fever used to be a literal phrase to describe those living away from civilization for long periods, in cottages on the outskirts of the town. Today, this is a term for people who find themselves isolated from the outside world in the confines of their homes. With the coronavirus epidemic, everyone seems to have his taste of cabin fever, which spawns impatience, anxiety, lethargy, and insomnia, among others. 

Who gets cabin fever? 

"Temperament and personality are big factors," according to psychologists.  Those most likely to get it are extroverted individuals, and those with existing mental health conditions. 

On the other hand, the homebodies viewing the lockdown as a much-needed opportunity to do things they had no time for—hobby, general house cleaning, family bonding time, finishing that oft-postponed project—take longer to reach this point or not experience cabin fever at all. 

I belong to the second category. A homebody at heart, I have no complaints about staying home. I do all the reading and writing I want and be with friends on the phone or social media. 

What I had in the beginning of the pandemic was fear . . .  

1) of technology. The platform for events have moved online, and I was technologically challenged; 

2) of the unknown. People are dying in droves; economies are collapsing; countries are falling apart; workers are being fired; more people are going hungry; and undestaffed hospitals are overcrowded.   

"Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41:10 (NLT) 

To face fear #1, I hired a techie to show me the ropes. In no time, I could do things on my own, and have taken fancy to digital art. 

To face fear #2, I went on my knees, reflected on the verse above, casting down every uncertainty at the Lord's feet and asking for calming grace. 

What happened next? 

My book launches were put on hold; the Manila International Book Fair, canceled; our 77th annual clan reunion, called off; son #2 and family's trip to the Philippines, postponed indefinitely; FB has turned into an obituary; our Medical Transcription school transitioned to virtual classes; and our whole household, except for son #1, tested positive for Covid. 

Cabin fever? No. Calming grace, yes.  

I believe the Lord upended the two things I feared most to keep me going. 

Technology enables me to be together with separated loved ones, to attend more events than I ever have, to tour the world anytime, visit past eras and places no transportation can reach, giggle with giggly babies, enjoy all kinds of pets, applaud young prodigies, and scream over the golden buzzer on auditions. 

The unknown makes me ask, with joyful expectation, "Are you coming soon, Lord?"  

Photo credit:IStock

The Greatest Link

In the spring of 2018, Tony and I flew to the US to attend the 50th wedding anniversary of my oldest brother, Manong Peding—a pastor. His children asked me to speak at the reception. Instead, I prepared a slide presentation: the story of how he came into our lives and became my and siblings' brother.  

I am sharing it with you now because early this morning (November 2 in America), I shed copious tears. 

The last six slides are not part of the original presentation. I added them today, because like all life stories, the ending we envision is not usually the same ending that the Lord has for us. 

His parents were adamant. 

He searched for long-lost, distant relatives.  

Next, Pangasinan. 

Finally, a break! 

High school was a snap. 

There had to something beyond all that. 

The street kid with a foul mouth was now a full-fledged pastor. 

To a new place the adventurous new couple headed. 

Now in his 80's, and in deep grief, his health deteriorated.  

Almost Here

The number of patients waiting for the doctor to arrive increased to 30, which made the clinic secretary say, "Sorry, this is our cut-off number." She turned away all the patients who came in later.  

The doctor was due two hours earlier, but each time the waiting (im)patients asked what time the doctor was coming, the secretary always replied with, “Almost here.”  

 

 “Almost here” was two more hours later—a total of four hours of waiting time. 

“I am so sorry,” the doctor apologized as she rushed in. “My patient in the other hospital was fighting for her life. I had to stay with her.” 

We all wondered why the secretary was not honest with us. Had she explained the situation, we could have done something productive with our waiting time. 

“Almost here” promised false hope.  

In contrast, God was forthright—from the creation to the end of Jesus’ life on earth.  The Bible is clear on what we need to know to get to heaven. From the fall of Adam, we have been told that our Redeemer would come and save us from our sins. 

God tells us exactly in Romans 3:23-25 (NLT), “For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard. Yet God, in his grace, freely makes us right in his sight. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins. For God presented Jesus as the sacrifice for sin. People are made right with God when they believe that Jesus sacrificed his life, shedding his blood.” 

He did not say, “Almost here.” It is man who thinks He will come soon, because of all the disasters, wars, and the exponential growth of evil things abominable to God. What He said was, He will come again at a time only He knows so we should keep ready while waiting.  

Reflect and pray: 

How do I deal with getting the wrong answers or excuses for someone’s delay?  

ooo 

Finally launched: The Teacher in Me

CSM Publishing invited me to write a devotional for teachers because I have been teaching part-time in college (and MBA) for almost two decades. "A book such as this will help bring comfort and peace to teachers."  

A dream project, I thought.  

To my shock and the world's, one month later, the pandemic suddenly upended every teacher's life. Classroom teaching abruptly went online. 

While writing this book amidst the turmoil caused by the Covid-19 lockdown, and reading the Scriptures, I realized that teaching is not limited to a classroom. Anyone who imparts knowledge and values IS a teacher—a mentor, private tutor, Sunday school teacher and VBS volunteer, parent, trainor, supervisor, etc. 

In fact, Jesus never taught inside a classroom, but He was addressed over 60 times as Teacher by the multitudes and His disciples. Bar none, He was the greatest Teacher Who ever lived; His teaching ministry revolutionized the world. 

The title, "The Teacher in Me,” therefore, is not about me; it is about Him. 

It was He Who called me to teach, and Who inspires me to carry through. 

My becoming a teacher was no accident. Neither is it an accident for every person who imparts knowledge and values learned through sweat and tears. 

I like to believe that my long teaching stint is a testament to the Teacher’s provision of energy to model my faith, so that my students may likewise welcome the Teacher to live in their heart.  

Writing each devotion, based on my and many other teachers’ narratives culled from countless interviews, has left no doubt in my mind that Jesus is in every learning locale, in fine or foul weather. He builds bridges where there are gaps, shines light where there is darkness, gives patience where it runs thin—a complete teach-and-reach kit!    

Our world is in disarray these difficult days. But as sure as the sun will rise again tomorrow, even if this crisis will take a turn for the worse, if we focus on our all-knowing God who commissioned us, we will sail through. 

Nobody called to teach should quit.  

He promised us: “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.” (Psalm 32:8) 

ooo

The book was finally launched online (Zoom with FB live) on 23 October, 20 long months after that blessed day CSM Publishing gave me the privilege of writing it. 

It was attended by faith brethren, friends, family, and those called to teach. 

Without having read the book yet, one encouraging message in the chat box read: "That's a nice line . . . the teacher in you. I was always told I am not a teacher, because I do not teach in a classroom setup. But I do teach communication to junior writers in the office. What a confirmation!" 

By sheer grace, despite problems in book publishing during the relentness quarantine with strict health protocols that dog us till today, "The Teacher in Me" saw print. 

May it honor and glorify the Teacher Who guides you and me to where we should go.   

#Awesomeness

This is how dictionaries define awesomeness: a quality that inspires awe. Its informal meaning: an extremely or amazingly good or impressive quality. 

It is this second definition that is now popular among cyber denizens. If you click on the hashtag #Awesomeness, posts gush over things (music, events, food, places) in a superlative way. Many of these are recorded on videos. There is even a group page on Facebook called Awesomeness. 

A dear cousin, a retired general and a self-confessed technologically challenged non-netizen, said, “I don’t need the Internet to find awesomeness. I just flip through my Bible and there I marvel at awesomeness in its super-superlative form!” 

The first two verses of our Bible (Genesis 1:1-2) shows awesomeness immediately:  

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters.” 

These can never be replicated by any human invention. 

CGI (computer-generated imagery) in movies creates all kinds of awesomeness today—galaxies being reduced to smithereens and dust forming into living things. But these are make-believe. These cannot compare to an actual solar or lunar eclipse, or stars playing hide-and-seek with the clouds. Try to wake up at dawn and watch the sunrise making the sky burst with various colors.   

Awesomeness! 

Amos 5:8 paints grandeur in words, “It is the Lord who created the stars . . . He turns darkness into morning and day into night. He draws up water from the oceans and pours it down as rain on the land!” 

God gave man breath, but He takes our breath away with the awesomeness of His creation.  

Reflect and pray: 

“O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens.” (Psalm 8:1)

ooo

After the Workplace

Five years before turning 60, Gian invested heavily in stocks. He wanted to make sure that all through his non-working years, he would still have income. “I don’t want to depend on my children to support me.” 

One of the greatest fears of retirees is running out of money. “What if I get sick?” 

The “what ifs” eat us up. Indeed, we all want the security of having resources for the rest of our lives.

But no stocks, insurance, HMO, savings, or any financial investment can guarantee anyone of security. My husband and I know wherefore we speak. We invested in a college plan for our youngest son, perpetual care/funeral arrangements for when the time comes, and a life plan that stipulated regular dividends after a few years of prompt payments. All of them closed shop—hard-earned money gone down the drain. 

Planning for retirement is of course a good idea, but there is a far better idea to look forward to: having an eternal inheritance that never runs out, and that is available only through faith in Jesus Christ.

We sometimes forget that there is a plan that gives us guaranteed security way beyond this life, and indefinitely into the future.  

Apostle Paul said that we have been born again because “. . . God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation and we have a priceless inheritance—an inheritance that is kept in heaven for you, pure and undefiled, beyond the reach of change and decay." (1 Peter 3:4 NLT) 

This inheritance guarantees life that never runs short and never runs out. We will have everything we will ever need.  

Reflect and pray: 

A place is reserved for me in God’s eternal kingdom. How should I prepare for this everlasting inheritance? 

ooo 

Training Up

Darius, aged 9 and an only son, always looked forward to his grandpa’s visits on weekends. That day, Darius asked grandpa to play chess with him.  During the game, Darius was playful and wasn’t taking the game seriously. 

“Checkmate,” grandpa said. 

Darius sulked. 

Darius’ dad (grandpa’s son-in-law) talked to grandpa later and said, “Next time you play with Darius, please make sure he wins. He’s still young and we need to encourage and affirm him.” 

Grandpa was heartbroken and thought silently, Am I of the old school? He had always believed that children, no matter how young, must be told they are wrong when they are. They should only be rewarded for things they do well. Otherwise, they would grow up thinking they are better than others, and worse, they can do haphazard work and still emerge a winner.  

Disciplining children is a must in the Bible. Proverbs 22:6 (NKJV) says, “Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it.” 

Darius may have felt disappointed, but through his defeat, he was being taught by grandpa to play better next time.  

In Hebrews 12:11 (NLT), we read, “No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening—it’s painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way.”  

Proverbs 13:24 minces no words, “He who spares his rod hates his son, But he who loves him disciplines him promptly."

Before he left for home, grandpa told his daughter in private, “This is your family and I do not mean to interfere in how to bring up Darius. But please look up what discipline is in the Bible—and see how your Mom and I brought you up.” 

Reflect and pray: 

How can I help young parents to practice discipline? 

ooo

A PINK New Day

October 7, 2021, was a day like no other amidst this long, unending pandemic. 

From morn till night, everything I ever learned about creating a good advertising campaign was defied by all. 

And a new brand of hope was launched.   

It was the day incumbent Vice President Leni Robredo, the choice of the ISambayan coalition and a host of other groups to be the opposition's presidential bet, answered the call and officially filed her Certificate of Candidacy.  

Before her announcement, there appeared on social media some posts (profile pictures and memes) in varied shades of pink, the color that volunteers have been using on communication materials to convince Leni to run.  

In advertising, I learned that a well-crafted strategy be first put in place before the creative execution—posters, billboards, leaflets, press ads, and slogan, etc.—could begin. We had a color-and-template manual with strict specifics for a unified, total look. 

However, immediately after Leni delivered a speech about her decision, a multitude of pinks suddenly sprang up: some labeled in Filipino, some in English, on images (roses and other flowers, gowns, ribbons, furniture, buildings, you name it). No well-laid strategy, no creative parameters. Everyone was his own creative director. 

A sea of pink materialised like magic.

"Have you ever experienced a pink sunrise? I just did," tweeted Manolo Quezon, a noted Filipino writer.

That described precisely the emotion choking me. I felt as though grace rose in all shades of pink, shining brightly and signifying the dawning of a new, beautiful day. 

It was then I realized what some friends have earlier articulated, "Leni is not a brand, but a movement." Indeed, it is growing organically towards hope: to end  the decaying and decomposing culture of impunity that might have already ensconced itself in our beloved Philippines in the last five years.   

My profile photo in glowing fuchsia/cerise/magenta/amaranth, courtesy of my friend Ggie, features a "Tumindig" avatar holding my newest book. 

Before the day ended, social media was in a phenominal pink-palette frenzy—with more slogans in all dialects and formats, more photos of every size and kind, more poetry and songs. JUBILATION. All caps. 

I needed to blog about this to record a time in my life when people spontaneously celebrated the bright pink of hope.  

This hope does not rest on Leni, but her kind has been sent to us, at a time of despair, so we can have a foretaste of our joy and peace if we fix our eyes upon the Source of all. 

"I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13 NLT)

Photo credits: the collage is made up of borrowed FB profile photos and posts of friends 

A Cheerful Heart

My dear friend Lynnie, dubbed as "book lady," has a heart so cheerful it shines wherever she goes.  Even if plans are waylaid or aborted, her brilliant smiles and disposition make people feel everything will be okay. 

After choosing to stay single for some time, while focused and immersed in ministry, the Lord sent her "The One." Lynnie decided to marry Doug, a widower with three adult children. Circumstances after circumstances brought them together, as though these were being divinely orchestrated.  

Lynnie realized (an epiphany!) she was meant to have Doug as her life partner, “He is a missionary and I work on events for Christian organizations, we should be able to support each other’s ministry." 

On their wedding day, put together by friends of both, the sun glowed on the beautiful garden where they were to exchange vows. As though on cue, however, the rain pelted; the officiating pastor suggested to shorten the ceremony. 

But the couple said, “No, all or nothing!” 

Umbrellas sprang up all over the place, and under these umbrellas they committed their union to God. 

What the videos/photos showed was glorious celebration. Everybody—guests, bridal entourage, and especially the bride and the groom—seemed to welcome the showers of blessing. The joy was palpable. Wet faces were full of mirth and laughter. 

It was a happy thanksgiving to the God of love Who chose one for the other. All other peripherals—clothes, hairdos, décor, physical arrangements, etc.—faded into insignificance.  

“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you your heart’s desires. Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you. He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn, and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.” (Psalm 37:4-6) 

At her wedding, Lynnie’s cheerful heart radiated so brightly, even the weather was illumined by it.    

Reflect and pray: 

How can I develop a cheerful heart to encourage others to do the same?  

ooo

In Due Time

Bills, statements of account, library books, paper submissions, mortgages, loan payments and all other transactions have due dates. There is a penalty for not meeting them.   

In fact, anything we do on Earth has a timeline. Even extended deadlines have specific due dates. That’s what calendars and timepieces are for. 

It's the same with life on earth. When does it end?  Life's deadline varies from person to person. 

Some die young, too soon; some die old, too late; some die suddenly: some die after a long, lingering illness. Some seem to be given an extension and we call it, "second life." But there is a specific date for every individual's last breath, which is unknown to us.

Now, the phrase, “in due time” is everything but specific or definite. It means "eventually" or "at the right time." It is used to suggest that we should be patient, or to suggest that some event will happen eventually. 

It is vague. 

Have you ever been through a crisis? Or are you going through one now? In such a state, oh, how we pray for God’s rescuing grace to intervene and ease our plight right away.  

But does He?  

In John 11, Jesus is told that his friend, Lazarus, is critically ill. To his disciples' surprise, Jesus doesn’t hurry to heal him; He goes two days later.  

Lazarus has been dead for four days when Jesus arrives. He then brings His friend to life. Is that late? 

That's "in due time." What a miracle that someone who has been dead that long could still come alive!  

God’s perfect timing. "While waiting," our pastor often  emphasizes, "we grow our faith, fully believing that only God gets the glory for pulling us through." 

When is that again? "In due time.” 

This three-word phrase is exclusively His—God's own schedule; not yours, not mine.  

"'My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,' says the LORD." (Isaiah 55:8 NIV) 

Humans have a life span; God has none. He is eternal—the beginning and the end. 

The world had a date for Jesus' crucifixion and death. But on the third day, nobody expected He would rise again and conquer death. It’s the same way with crisis, suffering, and life itself—only God can end them “in due time.” 

The good news is, if we have the gift of salvation to join Jesus in His home, our life there will be forever, with no deadline.  

Take a Stand: An Astounding Visual Movement

It took only one fist to take a stand on social media. And a movement was born.

Tarantadong Kalbo (roughly translated as bald-headed jerk), is 34-year-old comic artist Kevin Eric Raymundo.  He launched his "Tumindig" (Take a stand) illustration below, a few days before President Rodrigo Duterte's last State of the Nation Address (SONA) in July.  

He drew rows of fists (President Duterte's signature fist bump) subserviently kneeling to someone in power. But one fist stands in defiance, while the fist to his right takes a subtle peek. 

Immediately, the clenched fist standing up was now accompanied by more fists, individually accessorized by other artists, standing up. 

The illustration grew . . .

and grew . . . and grew, until every fist—each with a distinctive character—was taking a stand. 

Tarantadong Kalbo made it easy for everyone to create his own illustration by uploading a bare version of his fearless fist. People picked it up and created their own avatars. 

I could not pass up the standing offer.  

Among my artists friends, I called up Ggie, illustrator and designer of some of my books and therefore knows me well, to please make me an avatar. I didn't have to explain what I wanted. In less than an hour, she whipped up this writer taking a stand along with her books. It's been my FB profile since. 

The clenched-fist characters sprouted in SONA rallies as mascots. Meanwhile, Tarandadong Kalbo was interviewed on various media networks.  His online "Take a Stand" visual movement had gone viral! 

It made it to the front page of the Philippine Daily Inquirer (PDI), a national newspaper, with the original basic fist surrounded by tons of other dressed defiant fists, and was likewise given a full-page feature in the same issue.  

Since we buy copies of dailies (yes, we prefer them to website news) it was easy for me to take photos of the "Tumindig" news story and feature article. After uploading it to my FB page, I was shocked beyond reason to find that my post was liked 444 times and shared 346 times. A record for me by all standards! 

How can one simple illustration start an astounding movement? 

This seems to parallel what Scripture says (John 1:35-1) about my faith. It only takes a spark to bring others to the Source of grace and everything good. 

I believe that as long as we take a common stand, and come into a circle of prayer for help from our all-powerful Savior, hope will stand on solid ground, and stand the test of time.   

Photo credits: except for my avatar and screenshot of PDI, all photos are from the page of Tarantadong Kalbo 

God's Melody

One of God's most mysterious and marvelous gifts to man is music.  

It is mysterious because the melody (defined as the satisfying sequences of notes that give us the tune, strain, or the musical theme) can bring people like me to massive tears by deeply connecting to our feelings and innermost being.  

It is marvelous because it brings unbridled joy to anyone who can hear and is touched in various ways by the melody.  

Melody. 

Such a fitting name for the lovely 20-year-old girl who would sing praises to God almost every Sunday, alongside other members of our church's Pillar of Praise (POP) singing group!

God's Melody. 

God's own. He took her home this Sunday morning to sing Him praises not only on Sundays but for all time, for eternity. It's a death we were never prepared for. Last night, a few hours before her last breath, almost a hundred of us gathered online to pray for and with her. 

"Lord, why Melody?!" 

She was only 10 years old when I heard her sing for the first time—ironically at the wake of Aling Flor, a faithful member of our church. What raw talent! I sat up, mesmerized. Her song brought tears to everyone's eyes. 

Looking back, it seemed odd that the Lord would use a death to bring Melody and her siblings regularly to church. Although they had attended VBS and other activities for children in the past (at the instance of Aling Flor's daughter, Tez), it was at the wake when Melody caught the attention of our youth pastor, music team, and Sunday School leaders. 

From then on, God never let her go. That raw talent, 11 years later, was now a polished gem.

Those into music joined hands in training Melody further. Meanwhile, her other siblings were encouraged to become active members of the children's music group, initially, and then the youth group eventually, and the PVGC family till today.   

God's invites us to " . . . be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord . . ." Ephesians 5:18-19 (NKJV)  

That verse and over 50 others say: we need to make melody in our heart for Him. When we do, a unique connection happens between us and God, bonding through our heart, mind, and soul. 

God's Melody frequently sang hymns and psalms before and with the congregation, always from the depths of her heart. When she rendered "The Lord's Prayer" in Filipino, we sang the same prayer in our heart, too, and felt God's presence. 

Like music, Melody's passing is grace that is both mysterious and marvelous—mysterious because we will never know God's thoughts; marvelous because she is now a living witness to God's full glory in paradise. 

Melody, you belong to God. We will not say good-bye; instead, we say, "till we meet again." Because we, your family at PVGC, belong to God, too.  

We who believe in Jesus are in the melody of His music. 

Photo credits: Vincent, Xhrys, Melody's FB page