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The blessing of marriage is most staggering.
My daily rendezvous with my bride provides a constant window of remembrance. This union takes me to the central location of God's sovereign providence.
I am so underserving of what I had been granted.
If it were not for grace, I should have been kept in my cataclysmic self-consumption.
One Flesh / Emeka & Nika Ihedigbo
The location of battle is most furious within my soul.
I always lose each time I hurl my strike.
It is only when I turn the fight over to my True Sensei do I experience gain.
The incredible intimacy that we have in Christ declares a truth that goes beyond rationality.
When my daughter refers to me as "Daddy," there's a kind of sweet rush that affirms our wonderful relations as father-child.
The incarnation of Jesus beckons me to go strong in claiming a deeper reality when I cry out Abba Father!
I am overwhelmed by this gentle rain.
Daddy & Bee
The inventory of our personal faith gets revealed during currents of distress. I have often been baffled by the awkward ineptness of how I deal with my propensity to miss the mark.
In basketball games, the proud shooter pumps his chest and triggers the sky with zest. I have never seen a player ritualizing his miss with such candor. We look at our foibles with disdain and quickly provide an egress. We run away quickly from the evidence of our sins.
There is however, something deep and glorious about missing a shot.
Every sin, reminds us of the cross of Christ. Every mark we miss, reveals the grand gift of our Redeemer to drink of the unfathomable grace that drips His constant measure of mercy for all our times of lack.
Oh, the deep and wide reservoir of Christ's unmerited loyalty!
Thy Word
is
my Lamp.
Praise God
for
Eighty three years
of resplendent kindness!
Celebrating Christ on my beloved mother's 83rd birthday
Life is derived.
Every breath confirms this.
Christ defines me.
The true test of speed
hides
in its tenacity to reach a halt.
When your daughter pulls you out of a hole ...
the moment has arrived
to savor the succulence of unmerited favor.
Alene Dominique {Nika}: my firstborn, my trusted counselor. Photography: Luke Polihrom
Everyone needs to be understood.
Christmas happened to induce such depth.
Incarnation listens.
Buffalo Bonding
My life journey is a quest for battle.
At times, I find myself wondering about my wild skirmishes.
I am desperately in need of divine guidance on what matters most.
Battle at Deep Ellum
Faith is never domesticated.
It shows up in public
with zest.
David Talaguit leading the BCC A cappella Choir at the heart of Canyon Creek Richardson
Home is where the lumens of joy beam
with no regard for seasons
due to the everlasting spectacle caused by the Comforter's residency.
A word sent conveys two paths.
It either kills or grants life.
May God bridle my quill with His heart.
Interstate 635 courier sighting
Each year I get the privilege to teach indigenous kite flying to second graders at the nation's gold-medallion elementary school.
It is I who learns more.
Joy flies free.
Kite Flying Filipino Style (walis ting-ting / dyaryo ni Itay / pandikit na kanin / sinulid ni Inay
{Pulot is Tagalog for Hand-Picked. The natural slang connotes being redeemed from being lost when applied to animate objects. Such was this delightful kitten's fate. Appropriately, the adopted feline was named Pulot.}
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now am found
Was blind but now I see
[John Newton 1779]
Photography and redemption (of Pulot) by Renchi Arce
Renchi Arce introduced me to the realities of a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
The aftermath tells of a love story between the Redeemer and the redeemed that never gets old.
One evidence is the staggering spectacle of marriage: it stays young as ever.
Renchi and Joji / Enduring Love Courtship & Marriage {photography: Vinson Ng}
When the surge of doubt sweeps like a flood ...
I turn to the only identity that establishes my unabridged worth.
I am a child of God. Redeemed without a doubt.
Deb Han / #shortscape
How can I say thanks
to the ONE who gave His life so that I might live?
I die to myself.
I exist for Christ.
Photography: Paul Lim Supelana
Make my speech
carry the full volume
of your truth, O Lord of my thoughts. Amen.
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