the redeemed

He Walks With Me

2011-04-17T16:02:00.002+03:00

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on roses
And the voice I hear falling
On my ear the son of God discloses

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

3rd Coming

2010-10-13T14:22:00.000+03:00

i read the old testament and i see the Third Coming.

i read the new testament and i see the Third Coming.

i listen to Bro. Branham and i see the Third Coming.

i look at nature and i see the Third Coming.

i look in the mirror and i see the Third Coming.

it's all about the Third Coming.

it's all about Jesus.

it's all about Me.

one mind

2010-10-12T08:38:00.000+03:00

if all has the Mind of Christ, why is there a whole bunch of doctrinal differences in the message clergy?

woke up with a song

2010-10-12T06:58:00.003+03:00

they are new every morning, new every morning. great is Thy Faithfulness, oh Lord, great is Thy faithfulness.

today

2010-10-11T18:36:00.000+03:00

you cannot get the rapture tomorrow if you let the devil take it away from you today.

come and dine

2010-10-10T21:07:00.000+03:00

it has been a stressful day at work. event here, audit there. deadline here, conflicts there. plus one of the general managers phoned me to pick a fight over something that was beyond me. i guess my human spirit was just too tired to shout back. or maybe, i was just pretty much convinced that his tantrums are just a whiff of passing insignificance. well, in the end, either he noticed that he couldn't shake me, or my calm answer to his silly question embarrassed him.

too exhausted, i decided to meet my favorite animal. steak!

but then again, i'm two fold. so i turned on my computer and started listening to bro. don's 'he that overcometh.'

double feast!

devil and human spirit (by bro don parnell)

2010-10-10T19:28:00.000+03:00

the devil won’t shut up

2010-10-10T18:08:00.001+03:00

I guess I have been too honest to a fault. I am reserved by nature, but I try to be an open book to my friends. I had hoped that I will be understood. I had hoped that I will be accepted. I never learn.

I am still a two-fold being. I am still in the flesh. I still get hurt.

I have placed the devil inside the washing machine and left it there. When it tries to talk I press the machine on and there it goes tumbling around, drowned in the noise of the water in motion.

Last night it screamed so loud and called me names it made me cry.

Perhaps I deserve it all. I suffer the consequences of my actions.

born again

2010-10-10T09:36:00.003+03:00

being born again means being born again. born again. re-birthed. it's as simple - and complicated - as that.

it's not like, after being addicted to something, you are placed in a rehab, and come out free of your addiction. you may not be addicted anymore, but it doesn't erase the fact that you have, once in your life, been an addict. you carry that scar.

a new creation though doesn't have history of faults, for a new creation doesn't even have a past. it's brand new. all things have passed away.

i am not in denial if i tell you that i am not that person who did something i have been accused of doing. i do not care how strong your evidence is, i'm a new person, and that just wasn't me.

my testimony

2010-09-07T17:05:00.003+03:00

my dad accepted the message and was baptized when i was 6 years old. he was then a denominational preacher and was called out only through reading the spoken words. he faced a lot of struggles - but that would be his testimony to tell. :)

i grew up with my dad being the pastor of the local church. like all the other children of ministers, i have been such a headache. i hated being so different from my friends and schoolmates. my hair was too long i was sure i looked too old. and the skirt! i had to wear a skirt during the school's intramurals! our radio would only be switched on when my dad needed to listen to the news. i could only watch television when we were visiting our grandparents. and every time i'd try to wear lipstick my dad would preach about jezebel. i have always been scared of dogs so imagine how frustrating it was for me.

all my friends were catholics except for me and oh, how i pitied myself! the only times i was proud to say that i was not a catholic was during the mass sessions in school. i had a reason to be late. :)

it was when i turned 18 when i finally found the courage to openly disobey. for the first time, i was able to wear jeans. i was able to cut my hair. i was able to do anything and everything i wanted. i felt free.

finally i could talk to my friends - and they could talk to me - just like i am one of them. it was only then when i realized that they actually admired my long beautiful hair. they actually thought that i could wear a skirt in a very smart way. strangely, nobody even thought that i looked old.

a couple more years, i was already part of the world. i was exactly like them, or so i thought. those that get close to me still found me weird.

the overused "been there, done that" statement applied to me. i got in a lot of mess. wrecked a few homes. embarrassed myself in every disgusting way. worse, i was proud of myself i even felt guilty for not feeling guilty.

it lasted for almost a decade.

in january last year, in another country, resting home after work, when i received a message from my dad. it said: "do you know that the flesh of adam is the beast?"

of course i didn't understand it. i've heard the doctrine of the serpent's seed when i was a child, and in no way did my dad's message made sense.

but somehow, that message stirred something in me. i had a very strong urge to go back to God.

i was working in a non-christian country. i was a hundred percent sure there was no end time message church there. but just the same, the following day, i searched the whole yellow pages. i searched the internet. i spoke to every filipino i know and asked about their religions. nothing. i started from the time i reached the office until the late afternoon and still i didn't find anything. i already knew i wouldn't find anything, but i was still frustrated. i tried again. this time, i searched on the word "eagle." i found a website. it was based there!

i called my dad. he cried.

i sent emails, i met one of the administrators, and the following day, after 10 long miserable years, i was, with my brother, attending a church service, fellowshipping with the brethren.

it felt so glorious. i couldn't believe the warmth i felt inside.

my dad started sending me messages about the two fold being, about the rapture, about who i am. i was so confused!

i started chatting with sis sweet. i knew her already when i was in college, but we wouldn't even exchange hello's. she thought i was too worldly - i thought she looked too old! anyway she, too, was sharing to me messages about the two fold being, about the rapture, and about who i am.

i asked the elders of the local church in qatar. they gave me the sincere answers expected from end time message believers.

i started researching. asking. listening. after all, i am an elect. i cannot be deceived. nothing made sense to me, but there was a nagging question in my head.

i was already in the world. i was already lost. i was a backslider, along with my whole family, including my dad. for 10 years we were already cold, frozen even. why would the devil bother to bring us a wrong teaching? why would the devil even bother about us? there must be something there.

no, sir, it wasn't the devil. it was my theopany.

i had the experiences i need. i was ready to wake up.

and i did. now i remember.

quote for today :)

2009-11-07T18:34:00.002+03:00

62-1123
The Way Back
God's always got a people somewhere that He can point to and say, "That's it." Oh, I want to be among that number. I'm sure we all want to be there. It's the desire of every heart. We want to be among that number that God can say, "This is My people. Look at them. They're an example of what I am. They are reflecting My Life in theirs. They have surrendered their life, and I'm reflecting Mine Life through theirs." What a beautiful thing. What a--how it must make God feel good to know that He's got somebody He can put trust in.
(William Branham)

failure

2009-07-17T20:04:00.005+03:00

on my way home, i thought about posting again. today, something is telling me i did wrong.

when i opened my email it was a surprise to find a comment from a believer, who somehow stumbled upon my blog. he said 'develop further, keep the faith.'

i was supposed to be at the church this morning. i didn't make it.

every friday morning it feels difficult to wake up. no matter how early i sleep on thursday nights, waking up on friday mornings mean i have to drag myself off my bed. and all the time, i remind myself not to forsake the assembly of the church, not to forsake, not to forsake..

today, i didn't make it. today, i failed.

Lord, help me overcome.

who is like the Lord.mpg

2009-07-02T08:56:00.002+03:00

who is like the Lord.mpg

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there's my precious sister sweet. :)

thoughts

2009-06-04T22:04:00.002+03:00

for no reason whatsoever, i found myself reading my old blogs. those two years.. i have deleted a thousand entries, and yet, for every post that remained, the missing lines are still visible to my eyes..

i still remember the tears, though i do not cry anymore. i still remember the pain, though i do not hurt anymore.

i never thought i'd reach this point where i will no longer feel any hatred. perhaps, i've matured. perhaps, i've gotten over. perhaps, i'm ready to move on.

life changes so quickly. if you cannot go with the flow, you'll find yourself lost far behind. finally, i'm not simply standing tall anymore.

i have overcome.

it has been a while..

2009-05-21T09:29:00.000+03:00

it has been a while since I’ve last written a post about my thoughts.. I got tired of being misunderstood..

it has been a while since I’ve shared a problem with a friend.. I realized that comfort can be found in prayers..

it has been a while since I’ve last listened to a one particular song over and over and over and over again.. I haven’t found another song that touched me way deep inside.. til now..

it has been a while since I’ve admired a handsome face.. physical beauty for me has become too superficial..

it has been a while since I’ve had a drop of alcohol.. I realized that fun isn’t really fun if you aren’t sober..

it has been a while since I’ve felt at home in my own house.. I do not belong here.

who am i?

2009-04-20T15:10:00.001+03:00

WHO AM I?
– casting crowns

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours

Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours

I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
'Cause I am Yours
I am Yours

power behind

2009-03-29T17:59:00.000+03:00

such love

2009-03-11T12:20:00.002+03:00

on the 15th day of this year, i woke up.

my life is changing... fast.

i realized that there are so many things i needed to let go… and most of them, i simply cannot, or perhaps, didn’t even want to..

and yet, somehow, someone is doing something somewhere, removing the things i cannot remove myself..

ugly things happened.. only to see that they were blessings in disguise.

painful measures took place… only to find out that these were the solutions to my burdens.

and there were events that did not bother such masks..

i lost a lot of things, a lot of people, a lot of desires.. in exchange for something greater..

it feels like.. i have been born again..

such wondrous love!

patience!

2009-03-08T16:41:00.000+03:00

teach me, Lord, to wait..

quote for today

2009-03-02T20:42:00.001+03:00

"could you imagine going out here and telling a pig, say, "now, looky here, mr. pig, i'm going to tell you, you're wrong." why, you could wash him up and put him on a tuxedo, if you wanted to. that wouldn't do no good; he'd go right back to the mud puddle and wallow again. it's his nature. he's a pig to begin with. and every man, every unregenerated person, no matter how good you try to be, how good you think you are, you are a sinner by nature, until God changes your nature."

- william branham

1909 - 1965

what should i write?

2009-02-27T18:30:00.000+03:00

quote for today

2009-02-26T20:26:00.001+03:00

" satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees."
- william cowper
english poet
1731 - 1800

amazing grace

2009-02-12T20:15:00.002+03:00

i copied this from brod jerc's profile.

apparently i have only been copying stuff from my friends. couldn't come up with anything new to write. geez, perhaps i'm getting old..

prayer today :)

2009-02-07T19:41:00.000+03:00

i found this on aim's blog, and i copied it without asking for permission. thanks, aim. :)

emailed blessing

2009-02-06T21:40:00.001+03:00

this came as an email from sweet. wala lang, na bless lang ako, so i guess it's worth sharing.

naaliw naman ako magbasa ng mail mo... ang dami mong kwento :) ...para kang si daddy mo... :D

w/ regards naman to your inner struggles....thats good...coz at least there's something inside struggling... :D kesa sa wala... we would have to have our own experience with God...and most of the time that becomes our point of reference...and i found out..na sometimes..things happen to a believer maybe because of consequence or whatever...but its always for our good...sometimes it would become another's inspiration....or an example...para bang so that they won't have to go through the same ordeal...

mas maganda na fellowship now..me mga youth service...samin kasi...close ko namin ang mga YP...fashion to love life...pinag-uusapan... kaya parang better ang relationship w/one another & w/ God...unlike before...parang feeling ko nun...tayo lang ang kailangang nakapalda & bawal pagupit...

lam mo? hair ko now? aabot na sa ankle ko... pero no more struggle...unlike before...minsan...ang struggle ko ..is ung sa damit...kasi diba? nasa office...

thanks God...iningatan din talaga ako ni Lord sa mga bisyo...ngayon ko na lang din nare-realize lahat ng mga pag-iingat Nia...saka....si mama, mahigpit din...so it really helped a lot din...pag ang circle mo e true believers doing their best for the Lord din...correct din ang influence na masasagap mo...

feeling ko lang ...once you really submit yourself to the thirst you have for the Lord...mas madali ang buhay kristyano...kasi yun na nga...mababawasan din ang thirst mo for the world...

i don't need nor ever want to be preachy on you...coz i know, deep in your heart you know what to do...it's just a matter of you heeding to it or not...pero what i can tell you...is that many are praying for you and your family...your daddy came back to the ministry because of his love to his family...i tell you...kainggit na talaga kayo... so... if you want to go on and get a fight w/ God...that's up to you...but u know..."redeeming the time"... there's no much time left...ako naman...i want to be as faithful as i can..because i want to go back where i belong...and why keep on struggling...? e kung susunod din lang naman ako...sunod na ako now...kampi ko pa si Lord...then who can be against me...?

pera...hay..yan na lang ginagamit ng kaaway parati...3bills na kuryente namin... priority ang mga gawain e...di naman Sya nagpapabaya...di pa din kami napuputulan... buti pa ang tao...magpabaya...pero never si Lord...

thanks, sweet..

when we all get to heaven

2009-02-03T17:23:00.016+03:00

a friend [and a sister] asked me how to upload an audio in blogger. i couldn't tell her that i didn't have an idea how to - after all it was me who asked her to upload one.

i forgot that the options in blogger post are only uploading images and videos - other than html, of course.

i tried to add an image in an audio file, and it worked. because the only point is to upload and share the audio, then i guess it served the purpose. :)

so here's a sample. good luck, sweet. :)

coincidence or miracle?

2009-01-27T14:16:00.000+03:00

whichever, i am grateful.

i was feeling so sick so i left work before lunch, and slept the whole afternoon. when i woke up, i went to the kitchen, microwaved some food, and went to the dining table. i switched on the light, was about to sit, but then i decided to find tissues first.

in a moment, the light above me exploded, bursting out pieces of glass. the biggest pieces landed on the chair where i was about to sit, but there were small bits everywhere.

i trembled for a while, and then whispered a sincere thank god.

different people, different stories

2009-01-25T20:05:00.000+03:00

sitting in one corner in a coffee shop, watching all the people walking by, some looking cheerful, some looking all broken hearted, and still some wearing blank expressions... different faces, different stories...

i usually wonder, how many people out of ten actually know where they are going? how many people actually know what they want? how many actually are happy and contented with their lives?

standing in one corner in a busy mall, observing all the people busy roaming around, some shopping alone, some laughing with friends, some holding hands with their partners, some running after their kids... different lives, different lifestyles...

how many of those people who are alone are crying inside wishing that they are with the people they love? or perhaps, they are alone because they find solace in silence...

how many of those people who seem to be having a good time with their friends back fight each other when they are not together? or perhaps they are laughing because they are back fighting other friends who are not at present with them...

how many of those people who are holding each other’s hands imagine that they are holding somebody else’s hands? or perhaps, they are holding on to each other so tightly, because they are aware that it won’t last long... and they are hoping that the feeling they have at that time will linger and give them strength to hang on..

how many of those people running after their kids are thankful that they have children who are healthy enough to run so fast? or are they complaining that they have to be with kids who are acting as kids? do they make the grown-ups lose their patience? or do they remind them of how stress-free their own childhoods had been? or perhaps, they run around in public because at home, the domestic rules are too hard to bear...

working in a busy workplace, meeting different kinds of people, some with blue-collar jobs, some on top management position, and still some, trying to convince you that if you can give them a chance to land a job, they will prove worthy of your time.. different ambitions, different goals...

the blue-collared workers, would it be possible that they are more happy and contented than the executives? the white-collared important people, would it be possible that they are complaining all the time for being underpaid? those that are jobless, would it be possible that they themselves are not convinced that they can handle the jobs they are applying for?

a world full of people... do they know what is their purpose in this circle? do they even know who they are? different faces, different stories...

time to appreciate the stars

2009-01-24T18:41:00.000+03:00

i do not remember the exact words, but with a few revisions, a story i once heard from Bo Sanchez goes like this:

a couple once climbed a mountain and camped there for a night. at around 11.45pm, the husband gently shook his wife’s shoulders and said,

“honey, open your eyes,”

the wife, still half asleep, reluctantly did.

and then the husband asked, “what do you see?”

the wife, trying to focus on what her husband wanted her to do, said,

“i see stars,”

“because?” the husband prodded.

“spiritually speaking, God is such a magnificent god to create all these wonders in the sky.”

“and what else?”

“astronomically, the scientists think that the universe is infinite and what you see is just a tiny dot in the whole creation, and it’s beautiful.”

“yes?” the husband was starting to lose his patience.

“astrologically speaking, them witches think our lives are already written in those tiny twinkling widgets up in the sky. it is so interesting.”

“any other smart observation, honey?” the husband insisted.

“well, for me, i think the stars mean that it’s not going to rain tonight, and we can enjoy the rest of the night together.” the wife smiled.

the husband, who lost his temper, said “honey, what’s wrong with you?! you didn’t even notice that you can see the stars because somebody stole our tent!”

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some times, we have to lose our “tents” in order to appreciate the works of God.

i lost several of mine. :)

earrings

2009-01-21T16:38:00.000+03:00

there. i am no longer a slave.

lukso ng dugo

2009-01-21T15:20:00.000+03:00

i called a lot of numbers. i searched the yellow pages. i browsed the net.

a friend told me that i will never know if i have already found what i have been looking for if i do not mingle, if i do not give it a chance.

he said as long as the congregation doesn’t go against what i consider the absolute, then i should be there.

i insisted. i wanted to go home. and when i go home, no one can ask me to go to our neighbor’s house instead and reason out that “it’s the same, they are filipinos as well.”

i wanted to go back. back to my origin.

one early evening, i received that call. the moment he said “hello?” i wanted to cry.

you don’t have to meet him. you don’t have to know how he looks like. in fact, you don’t even have to know his name.

the instant you make a connection, you’ll know. you’ll know he is your brother because you came from the same tree, you share the same seed.

now i understand what filipinos call “lukso ng dugo.”

prayer

2009-01-20T08:37:00.000+03:00

the distance between heaven and earth is as short as the distance between the ground and your knees. and quite as simple to reach.

new page

2009-01-18T19:36:00.000+03:00

so i've been trying to create a blog on wordpress, but i do not know my way around there, and because i am too lazy to explore, i came back to blogger. :)

so this is my new post on my new blog on my new life. :)