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Thoughts & Musings
At the garden of Gethsemane, our Redeemer wept furiously against our propensity to ignore his plea for reconciliation.
We have become ministers of forgiveness.
His shed blood both on his knees while praying and on his body while hanging breaks every psychological rig we stomp against His mercies.
Grace is an ocean, we can never drown on it for we were taught to swim by resting 365 days and 24 hours recycling until He comes.
Maranatha.
NYC Reconciliation
I am most cradled by joy when I take seriously the wonder of marriage. The enduring tenderness and unbridled intimacy speaks of the succulence of God's mercy towards my prodigal soul.
The great exchange from confusion to clarity begins from self to Christ.
It is impossible to comprehend human existence apart from its Maker.
The invitation to set our course on His watch is now.
The movement from childhood to maturity requires more than a glance towards the unchartered future.
We are called to enter in with vigorous faith in submission to God who pulls us into His mercies.
It is only through the painful walk of wonder do we find true escape from our wandering.
Emeka & Nika / Faith Pull
The astounding gravitas of Christ's gift of freedom grants me a most comical yet serious recognition of sin's undeniable prickliness. It is with deep joy that I am now enabled to run away from its insidious thorns.
To live life without Christ is to feign existence.
I know how it feels to not live.
I was cradled by self-imposed paralysis ...
until I went into the sanctuary of God.
The claim of Christmas is beyond ambiguity.
Fallen humanity is without hope other than Christ.
Today establishes the veracity of this historical lumen.
Blessed Christmas to All
The rogue in our delusional hearts flee
from the intentional pursuit
of the Messiah's love.
His earthly life was bracketed by a cave and a cross.
His eternal existence causes all such parenthesis to advance His glorious will.
I am safe forever.
Digital Sketch: David Talaguit
The story of Christmas follows a dissonant thread.
Untimely edict from Augustus Caesar forcing Mary and Joseph to travel 90 miles to Bethlehem on her final trimester.
No available room for child delivery for the One who created every space in our universe.
Born in an animal feeding trough, pungent hay included.
Yet, the divine script followed careful fiat.
The prophet Micah declared the little town of Bethlehem as the preordained birthplace.
The life of the Redeemer will reflect the unavailability of heart response.
The angels gave the shepherds a unique sign to locate the new-born Messiah: in a manger.
Dissonance is not the final word.
Resonance inks our redemption.
Sketch: David Talaguit
Spiritual graffiti feeds our preoccupation.
An unexamined existence marks much waste.
Go to the fount and secure your hold.
Sola Scriptura.
My grandfather bought me my first wingtips.
My father unclipped me to soar.
My daughters fly from this divine largesse.
NYC Mercedes Benz Fashion Week
Our identity finds its true origin in Christ alone.
People, places, and events crowd out this reality.
The blur only dissipates when grace and mercy is taken in full measure.
Kara Bianca = Pure Joy
Grandmother and Granddaughter.
Precious grace in between.
Roots, trunk, and fruits.
Nika with Lola Carolina
The wild plethora of goals can be truly confusing.
We find ourselves being pulled in divergent directions by forces too invisible to spot.
I need to constantly reorient my stroke to its primary course.
The core of marriage involves a witness.
Holy Scripture articulates it as mystery.
The one-flesh union of man and woman points back, present, and forward to Christ's supreme love for the Church.
December 1988 / The Philippine Plaza Garden
We celebrate anniversaries in order to remember.
These past 10,226.79 days with my bride glance back to God's story of grace.
I do not merit what Christ has given me.
His love for me is indescribably wonderful!
Maria Danielle / Loving You 28 Years Today
The aim of the shooter relies primarily on the goal.
The basketball has no choice but in when the rim and trigger are synchronized.
Life is lived well within God's purview.
Corner Shot
In two days I look back twenty-eight years and find a string of unremitting joy.
"I'm here."
Those two words spun my universe into coherence.
I praise Jesus Christ for enabling us to love in accord with His heart. Thank you, my bride, for your gracious affection through these years.
I was once told that hurriedness is not from the devil ....
It is the devil!
Umm ... I must seize the day with calm.
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