Thursday, September 29, 2011
Angry Bird
“Oh, all over the place,” the man replied. “I lure them with crumbs, pretend I’m their friend then when they are close, I net them and shove them into my cage.”
“And what are you going to do with them now?”
The man grinned, “I’m going to prod them with sticks, and get them really mad so they fight and kill each other. Those that survive, I will kill. None will escape.”
The boy looked steadily at the man. What made him do such things? He looked into the cruel, hard eyes. Then he looked at the birds, defenseless, without hope.
“Can I buy those birds?” the boy asked.
The man hid a smile, aware that he could be on to a good thing if he played his cards right. “Well,” he said hesitantly, “The cage is pretty expensive, and I spent a lot of time collecting these birds, I’ll tell you what I’ll do, I’ll let you have the lot, birds, cage and all for ten pounds and that jacket you’re wearing.”
The boy paused, ten pounds was all he had, and the jacket was new and very special, in fact it was his prized possession. Slowly, he took out the ten pounds and handed it over, then even more slowly he took off his jacket, gave it one last look then handed that over too.
And then (well, you’ve guessed it) he opened the door and let the birds go free.
The Enemy of the world, Satan, was on the side of life’s road with a very large cage. The man coming towards him noticed that it was crammed full of people of every kind, young, old, from every race and nation. “Where did you get these people?” the man asked.
“Oh, from all over the world,” Satan replied. “I lure them with drink, drugs, lust, lies, anger, hate, love of money and all manner of things. I pretend I’m their friend, out to give them a good time, then when I’ve hooked them, into the cage they go.”
“And what are you going to do with them now?” asked the man.
Satan grinned. “I’m going to prod them, provoke them, get them to hate and destroy each other; I’ll stir up racial hatred, defiance of law and order; I’ll make people bored, lonely, dissatisfied, confused and restless. It’s easy. People will always listen to what I offer them and (what’s better) blame God for the outcome!” “And then what?” the man asked.
“Those who do not destroy themselves, I will destroy. None will escape me.”
The man stepped forward. “Can I buy these people from you?” he asked.
Satan snarled, “Yes, but it will cost you your life.”
So Jesus Christ, the Son of God, paid for your release, your freedom from Satan’s trap, with His own life, on the cross at Calvary. The door is open, and anyone, whom Satan has deceived and caged, can be set free.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Third Grader Boy
There is a third grader boy who always walk to school everyday. He has to cross the rugged plains and the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving.
Instead of passing this highway, the boy would take a short cut, he will walk through the Church every morning and greet Jesus. He always faithfully say, "Magandang umaga po".
He didn’t know that he was being watched by a Priest who was happy to see him because of his uplifting innocence.
"Kamusta, Miguel? Papasok ka na?" "Opo Padre ... " he replied while on his innocent grin.
The priest was touched because on the way he replied.
The Priest was so concerned to Miguel on his way to school that’s why one day he talked him.
"From school...", he advised.
"Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road. On that way I can see that you can go home safely."
"Thank you Padre ... "
"Anyway Miguel I having something to ask to you. Why do you stay in this church right after school?"
"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, Jesus,"
“Oh now I know.”
And the priest leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly Father.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes.
I’m eating a craker then I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry.
Look, this is my last pair of slippers. I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken but it is okay at least I can still go to school.
Some say we will have a drought this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school .... please help them get to school again, please Jesus?
Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother. Jesus, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh ...blood ....I guess you knew about this one but it is our secret ok? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us.
Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend!
Jesus your birthday near, I think it is two days from now. Aren't you excited? I am! I have a gift for you but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend. You can accompany me to the other side of the road now"
This routine happens everyday. Miguel never fails. Padre shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in Jesus, a very positive look at negative situations.
One Christmas day, Padre was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 Manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Miguel, coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in.
"Hello Jesus! I ......"
"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"
Poor Miguel was so terrified, "Where's Padre? He is supposed to help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I need to pass by the back door of this church. Not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here...
"Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "
Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. While he crossed, a fast moving bus came in. There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Miguel died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy...
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,
"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?
Do you know this child?"
The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered, "He was my best friend . " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.
The crowd was curious ...
On Christmas Eve, Padre knew the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Miguel.
"How did you know that your son died?"
"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother.
"What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him.
He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift .... I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Padre, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Padre, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there ... except at the time of his death ......"
Padre suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmurred, "
... He was talking to no one ...... but .. Jesus...."
Friday, September 23, 2011
The Divorce Letter
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it.
These last 2 weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers.
You ate in 2 minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your favorite show.
You don’t tell me you love me anymore.
You don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife.
Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore.
Whatever the case, I’m gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don’t try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
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Dear Ex-Husband
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been.
I watch my favorite show so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping, too bad that doesn’t work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’
Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment.
And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago.
About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.
So take care.
Signed, Your Millionair Ex-Wife
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The Shell
And that shell is your failure.
Your success is inside your failure.
So try to break the shell for your success.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Millions
...is not a miracle.
The miracle is having a friend who’ll stand by you...
...when millions are against you.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Problem-Free
Calm seas never make good sailors.
Clear skies never make good pilots.
A problem-free life never makes a person strong and good.
Be strong enough to accept challenges of life.
Monday, September 12, 2011
A message from God for all the girls.
“No man can ever claim you unless he claim you from me,
I reserved a man for you who has my heart and loves me even more than he will love you,
I won’t give you unless he asks you from me,
Soon you will know him, I have the perfect time,
You’re my princess, my daughter,
Let no man claim you unless he ask you from my hand,
For I’m your Father, the King of Kings,
You’re my princess, you deserve a prince.”
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Appreciation
While I was busy staring up at a balloon,
I realized that there’s an ice cream melting on my hand.
I guess it’s time to appreciate the things that we have instead of staring at the things that we want.
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