A Manual for Life (Proverbs 1:1-6)


Life Meets Theology

Several years ago, the Lord drastically changed the direction of my life and I still haven’t recovered.

Instruction Manual-01 (1)I spent all of High School knowing what I was going to be.  I loved music and anything related to it.  The Lord whispered my name when I was fifteen and told me what I supposed to be focusing on: becoming a pastor of music and worship.  Sweet!

Through that first church in north Mississippi all the way to California, the Lord had me on a lot of adventures with music, worship, theology, and production.

Then, he whispered my name again.  What I had prepared to be and was doing was now going to be laid aside.  Now, I was going to begin focusing on teaching the Bible instead of singing the Bible.  Now, if you don’t know: there’s a big difference between the two!

In making the transition, I wondered what in…

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The Devil is transgender


Fellowship of the Minds

About 5 months ago, I asked in a post when and how transgenders became all the rage in America:

Something is going on to which the American people are not privy.

Every evidence we have is that those who identify themselves as LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) comprise no more than 5% of the U.S. population.…which means transgenders must be less than 1% of the U.S. population. And yet, if we go by the pervasive news about transgenders and the relentless drumbeat for “transgender rights” by every institution of the Left — by the media, pop culture, academia, and the Obama administration — you would think every other person you meet is a transgender….

The simple truth is that a person’s sex or gender is determined by our DNA, specifically, chromosomes: females have XX chromosomes; males have XY chromosomes. That means no amount of surgical mutilation and hormone “therapy” can…

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TALOC Special Persons Association Pre-Christmas Party Meeting


When I had officially gotten my PWD ID, I was informed to join the pre-Christmas party meeting that the barangay PWD members were about to have. To make a long story short, it was the first time ever in my life to have been with the company of special persons like myself in a sort of an official setting.

Much to my surprise, they were a bunch of great people. Some were hunchbacks. Others were amputees in crutches.  Another amputee was in a wheelchair. Most had cleft palates and polio victims. They were exactly the opposite of the pathetic, helpless souls that are supposed to be in the closet 24/7 instead of out in the sun having a great, happy time.

Well indeed God is good; He has His special way of endowing His special children with the grace of joy that’s almost surreal. I can’t wait to see them again for the big day-The Christmas party!

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DASH, PLEASE!


image    Where has the dash gone, again? CHINA-US FOCUS… All apologies but I dunno why I’ve gotten so particular with the disuse of my beloved dash. Seems like obssession. My penchant for this symbol is quite alarming already– I take screenshots to the point that I contemplated on sending the author a message to give a piece of my mind, like kind of a litany (or rather, eulogy?): it’s a sham for every writer to forget the value and literary impact of disusing this symbol; that a true literati should respect its relevance. Oh well…!

Scuba Diving in Chapel, Apo Island: Finding Love, Beauty, and Wonder Under the Waves


Awesome post! Loved the pix and the video! Ought to visit soon for an unforgettable marine adventure!

Adrenaline Romance

Scuba Diving Apo Island

Apo Island is a peaceful, postcard-perfect island paradise. It has a rustic town, uniquely formed sea cliffs, an expansive snorkeling area, white-sand shores, and tree-covered hills. But like many of the amazingly beautiful places we’ve been around the country, its true beauty is hidden. The real gem of Apo Island lies beneath the blue waves, an array of magnificent dive sites whose beauty almost defy imagination. Our anniversary culminated with an excellent dive in one of these dive sites.

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Writing Badly # 70


Kudos to this awesome writer! Loved the story. Best of all,I can relate to this as I got a congenital defect on my left leg.

Write Badly, Daily

Painting of a TypewriterI was known in high school for my legs. I was not bright or athletic, but I had nice legs. Few of my former class mates can remember my name, but many of them can’t forget “the guy with the legs.” It’s been 18 years and so much has changed in my life, but not my legs. They’ve remained as they were.

So it didn’t surprise me very much when my girlfriend confronted me about it one night.

“If you love me,” she said. “If you really, really love me, you will grow hair on your legs.”

We were at an intersection waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Next to a tall building was a huge Svenson billboard.

“Babe?” I said.

“You heard me,” she said. She folded her arms across her chest and continued gazing outside the window.

“I love your legs just the way they are.”

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ABOUT ‘SPECIAL PERSONS ARE PEOPLE, TOO!’ BLOG


The Special Olympics showcased what special people can achieve. This blog showcases more of what they, or rather we– are and more.

special persons are people, too!

Special Persons are People, Too is a literary hub where everyone is welcome to interact with persons with congenital physical deformities or defects, give advice, offer opportunities, or just simply to give support and show they care.

Being provided a fantastic site you can call your own is simply irresistible.  Best of all, you can do whatever you want with it (for as long as you don’t go over the boundaries). It’s like winning the lottery;  a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you feel you have to really take care of and make the best of.

Thanks to the kindness of all the staff at wordpress.com and the community and other outfits that support them. Words can never suffice to show our gratefulness for these selfless people. Without them, Special Persons are People, Too could not have come into existence.

People like me-bloggers, authors/writers, companies, associations, and other organizations geared towards sharing…

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KYLA


I wrote this eons ago. Thanks for checking it out!

special persons are people, too!

I saw her on teevee today.
I almost thought, “how cruel God must be”.
I almost cried; seeing her was just like your heart was crushed.
Such fragile ‘thing’… It must be very hard for her mum…

Kyla was auditioning for a teevee show.

The show is the local equivalent of America’s Got Talent television program. She was auditioning! Before her turn to show-off, nobody would ever believe she was there for the screening. SCREENING!

Did you say, screening? Screening as in like auditioning? As in: a trial performance to determine suitability for a contest? A try-out? An elimination exercise?

Yes. And for a prestigious national television show, at that.

Because Kyla looked like she’s just a baby, you can never tell otherwise. Her mother carries her around. She doesn’t have the capacity or functionality to walk. Her legs couldn’t support her. All her extremities seemed very fragile, although her…

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NEW HOUSE, NEW NEIGHB0RHOOD!


     

     Tonight is our second night in this new rental house. As I unpacked and went through the motions of getting things in order, I couldn’t help but think of the novelties this last move will present. New house, new neighbors, new experiences.  Am just so glad to get away from the previous house for good.

     

     We’ve been in this neighborhood before ’cause we used to rent a house about two blocks away. In fact, we’ve been gone for eight months. We loved this area then, that’s why my husband deliberately searched for a house here. It’s cool and windy, nearer to my mom’s, and there’s a wet market nearby. What’s more, my only daughter Ashlei had a lot of friends here and she is very happy we get to live here again albeit temporarily. 

    

     We hated the last house we were in;  we couldn’t take the heat, there was almost no vegetation in the premise, and it flooded when it rained.  Ash was always bored there;  she had not a single friend and it was quite hard on her living there.

     

     I can’t really say how long we will be just another tenant here but for now, I am just so grateful for the change. Best of all, I love the vegetables that are up for grabs surrounding the house that I made a simple green, leafy veggies stew and ate my heart out thinking, ‘tastes like it’s gonna be a happy residency for us’, with a secret chuckle this morning.