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Romans 12:2. Aaah so thankful I found such a perfect verse on such a long day! 😊🌼 #lettering #bible #god #handwritten #jesus

adventureswandering:

Romans 12:2. Aaah so thankful I found such a perfect verse on such a long day! 😊🌼 #lettering #bible #god #handwritten #jesus

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I laugh, and it’s laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I’ve ever known is coming apart. I know some things—I know that I’m not alone, that I have friends, that I’m in love. I know where I came from. I know that I don’t want to die, and for me, that’s something—more than I could have said a few weeks ago.

—Tris Prior (Roth, Veronica. Alligiant. New York : Katherine Tegen Books, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, [2013] ©2013. Chapter 15.)

indiohistorian:

"The East Shall Be Alight with the Glory of Our Liberation"

April 9, 1942. What great irony it is to call the defeat of the Philippine and American Army by the Imperial Japanese invaders as “Araw ng Kagitingan.” Day of Valor. As if the name of the holiday was a great cover up to the greatest defeat of the U.S. Army (and shall I say, the Philippine as well) in history. At least that’s how it would appear to anyone in the country who are just feeling the relief because of the holiday, a nice interruption, to the drudgery of work in the middle of the week. But to a selected few, wrinkled in years, who witnessed the horrors of war, famine and death, those years were traumatic. The scars on their skin could never capture the reality of the endless banging of the guns, of the Japanese shouts they couldn’t understand, the cries of desperation of their fellowmen. They, our lolos and lolas, are tucked within our homes, but oh what stories they tell. They would tell us how the explosions and shelling of Bataan and Corregidor could be heard even from the Dewey Boulevard (now Roxas Boulevard, Manila). They would tell us how they witnessed many of their loved ones fight at Bataan, expecting a reinforcement and rescue that never came. Some men who fought have married just before the outbreak of war, and at the call of the newly formed Philippine government under Quezon, just 6 years old (from 1935 to 1941), they left everything, their family, to join the war, full of optimism, but knowing full well the uncertainty of what they were facing.

We call it Araw ng Kagitingan, because it was precisely in spite of the knowledge of their impending defeat that they kept on fighting as long as they could. They are the Greatest Generation. 

These commemorations serve not only as rest for us who work in our offices and labor in our schools. It also is a pause to remember that the freedom we breathe every single day is costly. It’s cost was blood. And we take on this freedom, consciously and responsibly. My Lolo Urbano died on the battlefield two days short of the surrender. I grieve even when I didn’t get to know the man, but I’m proud that his blood and mine are one. 

I will always remember as a historian the radio broadcast of Norman Reyes, written by Capt. Salvador P. Lopez via “The Voice of Freedom” alluding the whole defeat to the story of Christ’s seeming defeat and eventual triumph (because it happened past Holy Week: 

“All of us know the story of Easter Sunday. It was the triumph of light over darkness, life over death. It was the vindication of a seemingly unreasonable faith. It was the glorious resurrection of a leader, only three days before defeated and executed like a common felon.

Today, on the commemoration of that Resurrection, we can humbly and without presumption declare our faith and hope in our own resurrection, our own inevitable victory.

We, too, were betrayed by Judases. We were taken in the night by force of arms, and though we had done wrong to no man, our people were bound and delivered into the hands of our enemies. We have been with mock symbols of sovereignty, denied by weaklings, lashed with repeated oppression, tortured and starved. We have been given gall to drink, and we have shed our blood. To those who look upon us from afar it must seem the Filipino people have descended into hell, into the valley of death. But we know that the patient and watching men who said their simple prayers in the hills of Bataan, have not lost faith, and we know that the hushed congregations in the churches throughout the land, drew from the gospel as Mass renewed hope in their resurrection. To all of them we give today the message of the angel of Easter morning: “Be not afraid, for He is risen.”

We, too, shall rise. After we have paid the full price of our redemption, we shall return to show the scars of sacrifices that all may touch and believe. When the trumpets sound the hour we shall roll aside the stone before the tomb and the tyrant guards shall scatter in confusion. No wall of stone shall then be strong enough to contain us, no human force shall suffice to hold us in subjection, we shall rise in the name of freedom and the East shall be alight with the glory of our liberation.”

It should be noted that their defeat was not in vain. Bataan was a thorn in the flesh for the Japanese who could not push through with their plan of expansion as scheduled. From January to April 9, 1942. More than three months. Only a firm conviction could make them hold the defenses that long. 

Read the complete transcription of the “Voice of Freedom” broadcast here

Here are my posts related to World War II, the bloodiest war in human history at the cost of millions of lives.

*All photos belong to their respective owners.

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SPYAM: A Year in Review

When I left college, I’m pretty sure my parents thought that my ministry life would die down. To be honest, I thought the same. And then, when I was so desperate and so hungry for spiritual food, God decided to put SPYAM on my plate. What a wonderful cross it has become.

Of course, with carrying every cross comes experiences of anxiety (before), suffrage (during) and glory (after). There have been weeks on end without breaks, meetings day after day, and very tiresome mornings at work. It’s been an insane journey, but memorable nonetheless. The countless meetings and ideas are all nothing compared to the life that Christ gave for me and for all of us. I wouldn’t have had the past year in any other way.

I’m tired. I’m always tired. But that’s just my body speaking.

My heart will remain restless until it rests with You, Lord. Thank you for blessing me with Yourself through this ministry. May all that we do continue to draw us closer to Your most perfect love and may that love set the world on fire.

3:44 am

And you are loved!

Also… The struggle is TOO real.

HA.

I have a new child!
I am pleased to introduce to you the MacBook Pro, John Francis! The name stems from Blessed Pope John Paul II and Pope Francis. (It’s not that I don’t like Pope Benedict XVI—I just never had a strong connection with him during his papacy). John Francis is also the name of the Catholic Chaplain at UCI. All three of these inspirational men of Mary have shared the Gospel through their homilies and action which is exactly what I want to do with the laptop. John Francis (the laptop) was purchased with the main intention of sharing the light of our faith. 
The desktop picture of Jesus that I’m using was snapped while in adoration at the 2014 Religious Education Congress, “Hope: A World Afire!” My default desktop backgrounds at work were always Disney related because what better way to experience pieces of joy than being a child, right? I was looking for pictures of the World of Color on my phone and came across this one. Not only is it a world of color, it is an image of the source of Light and color Himself! How fitting, right?!
A big shout out to the boyfriend, Sid, who was an integral part of my recent investment. =) *gag* Jk.
Anyway… In case you don’t already know the names of my other named objects:
- AJ (Adam was my first iPhone and this is my second: Adam Junior. Because Apple… Adam’s apple… get it?!)
-Ashton (the Kia Forte gifted to me from my parents. His name is based on part of Genisis 3:10 that is often read on Ash Wednesday, “For you are dust and to dust you shall return.” Ashton is a constant reminder that, as soon as I pay him off, I need to regift him back to my parents as a sign of appreciation.)
-Dayvid (My Nikon D5100. The DSLR is also capable of capturing high quality videos. I never got him blessed, but the name stems from the concept of being able to capture the joy of the light—hence “day”.)
Surprisingly, I haven’t named my instruments… Maybe if I ever buy new ones, I will. But they’re important to me, too! Maybe I should name them something more feminine since all the other expensive stuff I have are male… Hahah.

I have a new child!

I am pleased to introduce to you the MacBook Pro, John Francis! The name stems from Blessed Pope John Paul II and Pope Francis. (It’s not that I don’t like Pope Benedict XVI—I just never had a strong connection with him during his papacy). John Francis is also the name of the Catholic Chaplain at UCI. All three of these inspirational men of Mary have shared the Gospel through their homilies and action which is exactly what I want to do with the laptop. John Francis (the laptop) was purchased with the main intention of sharing the light of our faith. 

The desktop picture of Jesus that I’m using was snapped while in adoration at the 2014 Religious Education Congress, “Hope: A World Afire!” My default desktop backgrounds at work were always Disney related because what better way to experience pieces of joy than being a child, right? I was looking for pictures of the World of Color on my phone and came across this one. Not only is it a world of color, it is an image of the source of Light and color Himself! How fitting, right?!

A big shout out to the boyfriend, Sid, who was an integral part of my recent investment. =) *gag* Jk.

Anyway… In case you don’t already know the names of my other named objects:

- AJ (Adam was my first iPhone and this is my second: Adam Junior. Because Apple… Adam’s apple… get it?!)

-Ashton (the Kia Forte gifted to me from my parents. His name is based on part of Genisis 3:10 that is often read on Ash Wednesday, “For you are dust and to dust you shall return.” Ashton is a constant reminder that, as soon as I pay him off, I need to regift him back to my parents as a sign of appreciation.)

-Dayvid (My Nikon D5100. The DSLR is also capable of capturing high quality videos. I never got him blessed, but the name stems from the concept of being able to capture the joy of the light—hence “day”.)

Surprisingly, I haven’t named my instruments… Maybe if I ever buy new ones, I will. But they’re important to me, too! Maybe I should name them something more feminine since all the other expensive stuff I have are male… Hahah.

Run to Him

For the past year, (with the exceptions of two months), I’ve celebrated Mass and Adoration. Every time I drive home from fellowship—usually past midnight—I tell myself how wonderful it would be to wake up to run to God and finish off with 7:30am Morning Mass on Saturday. And, with utmost failure, I never get up.

Last night/this morning, before going to bed, I prayed that God would get me up on time. This morning, I abruptly woke up at 6:28. I didn’t stir, I didn’t flinch, I wasn’t scared from a dream; I just suddenly opened my eyes. I wish I could say that I got up and ran the 3 miles to Saint Philomena but the tiredness and laziness got to me. If there’s one lesson to get from this, it is the fact that God loves me so much as not to force me to do things for Him. He’ll wake me gently to grant my request, but He’ll let me make decisions on my own. How great is He to give us free will!

Upon waking up, I saw all sorts of post about the Ragnar Race (Huntington Beach to San Diego with your team)! A big congratulations to all of you who are out there!! Once again, I am reminded of how wonderful God is to let us be mobile. What if He created us to be just big, immobile blobs? Will we truly be able to see the beauty that He’s made this world to be?

In other news, I didn’t register for the OC half because of all the pain I’m experiencing with my legs and wrists—all of which I am assuming are from my poor ergonomic set-up at my workstation at CSMC. I’m a bit sad because I’ve been humbled to eat my words once again as I save the goal of completing a half marathon for yet another time… BUT! Now I know how my body works. I now have enough experience at work to know how things need to be set up for my body. Hopefully taking precautionary preventative steps from tendonitis and carpal tunnel syndrome will help me develop a more active, no-excuse, lifestyle outside of work.

Looking forward to running with and to You soon, Lord!

+AMDG

Michael Jackson

—Beat It (Demo)

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Damn… So good

(Source: harrattanparhar, via rockthemedia)