Flight

Cocoy is one of a kind. He has a mind that's brilliant and a heart that throbs compassion. He is about to transition from top management at Nike to Himalayan ascent towards theological training. He is bound for Philippines to seminary studies. 

His flight from corporate to ministry is leveraged from an incessant calling. Some years back, he intimated God's gentle invite for him to be a pastor. It took him quite a few detours to find His place untouched. 

The feet of those who proclaim God's story is described as beautiful. They truly are. God wraps them in gold. 

Self-designed Kicks: Cocoy Reyes for Nike

Soma

The human body ( σῶμα) has been entrusted with a mission.

It is to this spearheaded task that one finds true and abiding joy. 

Christ once disclosed the centrality of Satan's intent to steal our grip on why we even exist: the enemy seeks to deceive, kill and destroy.

Jesus came to grant life in its fullest form. 

When this divine invitation intersects with simple faith, our bodies put on jewels that mark unparalleled resplendence.

Kara Bianca Diwa / B Scene

Clasped

The path of prayer is perhaps the most travelled yet the most misconstrued. 

The primary jargon is one of deep intimacy. It is a sweet conversation between persons twined by relations. 

As much as we think of prayer as our initiating chat with God, it is rather His unceasing pursuit to invite us to join Him in unrelenting embrace.  

God speaks first. 

As I pray, I have discovered the staggering largesse of Christ's intent to hide us under the shadow of His wings through gentle, still and small whispers.  

One-ing

 No one would have guessed. 

When my dear friend veered away, there was not an iota of hope.

He left her for good. 

He flung to a far country seeking to salve the rot in his soul. 

She stayed her course. 

She chose to contend for what was truly her blessing. 

Last week, at their re-wedding ... I asked the Beauty if she has it in her heart to kiss the Beast. 

Grace & Mercy flowed like rain. 

World Premiere / White Rock Lake: Dallas Texas

Tank

I used to refer to Papa's old car as "tank." When I was four, he showed up with the blue steed. I remember the sheer delight in taking the driver seat feigning my first drive. 

I did not quite realize that it was actually a flying carpet.  

My parents were enroute to the city when a mishap took place. Seeking to avoid a fatal head on collision, my father swerved off the road falling fourteen feet vertically from a bridge.

My Mama's instinct turned to prayer: "Lord, my children still need me ... " 

The Ford tank landed on all fours with a cracked windshield. Papa had a broken nose; Mama had compressed disc. With alien tenacity, the car restarted and took them back home to tell its story. 

Gifts

In a recent wedding reception, I caught a glimpse of blissful awareness: the gift of relations.  

I once fancied having a lovely wife and beautiful daughters. It never occurred to me that such imaginings would be eclipsed by a reality greater than my simple wish.

Yes, I am blessed with such, but staggering is God's grant of my present family. I am beyond words to describe the depth of my gratitude each time I think of the multitude of persons Christ is bringing for a tie of flourishing. 

HuChi Wedding / Brooklyn NY

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