For preachers, teachers, speakers, and listeners alike. From Divine Word Seminary, Tagaytay City, Philippines
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
multiplication of loaves: jeepney story
I just wanna share my experience awhile ago. It happened in a jeepney routing from Santolan to Sta. Lucia East Mall. I always look for a jeepney with few people inside because I'm shy if I'm alone. This time I'm going home alone ( which happens once every 1000 years ) and my first instinct is to find the jeepney with the fewest boarder. Outside the Santolan Lrt Station waits a lot of jeepney, and so Am I looking for the loneliest one. A couple of steps and Voila I found it, a poor little empty jeepney ( HAHAHA ). I sit beside the driver so that I can play psp (Patapon 3 XD) easily. Minutes pass, the jeep is half full, I also noticed that the driver is always rubbing his tummy ( the same thing we do when we are hungry), but I don't mind that, what happened next makes me care. The jeep is full and ready to go, and this is the time when we will give our fares, every person that gives him their fare he always says "Thank You" twice or trice per person, AS IN PER PERSON, I am beside him so I noticed it and I think I am the only one who noticed it. We got stuck in a traffic jam in Ligaya, that time I'm not giving my fare yet because I'm playing psp. Curiosity strikes and I ask him a question
and besides he looks like a good guy.
"Boss, bakit ka thank you ng thank you kanina pag may nagbabayad?"
he answered
"kasi itong mga baryang to ang bubuhay sa anak ko"
I don't understand that easily and so we make some more conversation
Me:"May sakit boss?"
Driver:"Oo anak meron, leukemia"
I stay silent after I heard that, I turn off the psp and look somewhere else because in other words e nakaka awa pero mas naawa ako lalo ng makita ko ang tatlong picture na naka clip sa left side mirror right side mirror at yung mirror sa taas ng ulo ko. I know how to drive so that I know that you will always look in that mirrors every second while you are driving, ALWAYS. And now I know why he always rub his tummy. It makes my eye teary but I'm a man so I fight it ( ^_^ ). I get my fare, 100 pesos na buo and give it to him.
"Boss Sta.Lucia lang, isa"
as soon as I gave the money he count some coins for my change and that same time I said
"Hindi na boss ok lang kunin mo na po yan" sabay ngiti. And there again I hear the thousand thank you from him.
Not aware of the other passengers, may mga hindi pa pala nagbabayad. And after what I did they also gave their fares, 100 pesos 200 pesos 50 pesos and I also saw 500 pesos na mga buo, and they all give that to him. I just smiled to them, turn on my psp and start playing again...
That completes my day...teary eyes here..
(source: http://www.facebook.com/MMKMMP)
and besides he looks like a good guy.
"Boss, bakit ka thank you ng thank you kanina pag may nagbabayad?"
he answered
"kasi itong mga baryang to ang bubuhay sa anak ko"
I don't understand that easily and so we make some more conversation
Me:"May sakit boss?"
Driver:"Oo anak meron, leukemia"
I stay silent after I heard that, I turn off the psp and look somewhere else because in other words e nakaka awa pero mas naawa ako lalo ng makita ko ang tatlong picture na naka clip sa left side mirror right side mirror at yung mirror sa taas ng ulo ko. I know how to drive so that I know that you will always look in that mirrors every second while you are driving, ALWAYS. And now I know why he always rub his tummy. It makes my eye teary but I'm a man so I fight it ( ^_^ ). I get my fare, 100 pesos na buo and give it to him.
"Boss Sta.Lucia lang, isa"
as soon as I gave the money he count some coins for my change and that same time I said
"Hindi na boss ok lang kunin mo na po yan" sabay ngiti. And there again I hear the thousand thank you from him.
Not aware of the other passengers, may mga hindi pa pala nagbabayad. And after what I did they also gave their fares, 100 pesos 200 pesos 50 pesos and I also saw 500 pesos na mga buo, and they all give that to him. I just smiled to them, turn on my psp and start playing again...
That completes my day...teary eyes here..
(source: http://www.facebook.com/MMKMMP)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Sickness only in the mind
There was this missionary who suddenly thought he had difficulty in breathing. So asked to be brought to the hospital, four hour drive from the village he was working and the roads were bad. But there was an ambulance in that village that could transport him. So with an oxygen mask on him, he was brought to the hospital. His fellow missionary kept on asking him if he is alright and the missionary said his breathing is much better now with the oxygen. After the grueling trip the group finally arrived at the hospital. When the nurses checked on him, they found out, to everyone's laughter, that the oxygen tank was not turned on.
Again, there was this priest who was a bit obsessed of his illness that he kept on returning to the hospital even if the doctors say he has no major health problems. One early dawn he woke up the driver to bring him to the hospital as he felt a difficulty in breathing. In the hospital the doctor asked him what's wrong. The priest held his his right breast and complained that there is something wrong with his heart. The doctor, to his surprise, said, "I think nothing is wrong with you, Father. Our heart is on the left side!
Again, there was this priest who was a bit obsessed of his illness that he kept on returning to the hospital even if the doctors say he has no major health problems. One early dawn he woke up the driver to bring him to the hospital as he felt a difficulty in breathing. In the hospital the doctor asked him what's wrong. The priest held his his right breast and complained that there is something wrong with his heart. The doctor, to his surprise, said, "I think nothing is wrong with you, Father. Our heart is on the left side!
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