You just never know

This news first came out, I think, a couple of days ago. It was so inspiring to see a lowly, but consistent act of goodness get rewarded, eventually.

You might have read it, too. It was about a waitress who inherited $50,000 and a car from a cranky old customer, who died recently.

It’s not an easy task, to put aside our pride and ego to do what we’re called to do; and, regardless of whether or not other people do their part. But, to do so may come with an unexpected reward in the end. Or, not.

Hey, you just never know.

I don’t know, but I may have been very lucky, indeed; as I have not had an unpleasant experience with restaurant servers, in my lifetime. Yep! Not once! However, in hindsight, I just might have been aware of the possibilities of unexpected wet ingredients being garnished on my dish (like a supposedly, yet suspiciously extra-mild, extra-clear hot sauce), without my knowledge, if I ever displayed less than acceptable manners.

Again, you just never know.

But, that’s beside my point.

I simply wanted to reflect on the commendable character of this waitress who, for God knows how many painful times, served this mean-spirited customer of hers with a true servant’s heart and a sincere smile on her face. I’m sure it wasn’t easy, to say the least. I wonder if, at one point in time, she, too, was tempted to, uh… naaah, surely not.

But then again, the guy’s dead now. Old age, perhaps? Or, maybe, it’s the countless servings of mighty good food along with them, mysterious garnishes, that have finally caught up with him.

Gee, you just never know. Now, do you? 🙂

Peace… and the joke of the day

Well, TGIF, first and foremost! As if the last weekend wasn’t long enough. Here we go again with another four-day-no-work marathon. Not that I’m complaining, though. I just have a lot of work piled up on my desk right now, and I can’t wait to get on with these projects, already. Pardon me, but it’s how much I love what I do. 🙂

Right this moment, though… I just got done reading my friend’s latest post in nine months. About time, dude. Now, after having written two posts on excruciatingly heavy topics, I’m ready to crack some of my infamous corny jokes (my ex-wife thinks I’m the king of corn, btw, and I love it). However, Mike never misses to grab my attention by inserting profoundly weird stuff in between his paragraphs, such as… I don’t have it figured out, but it’s a peaceful place to be.

Suddenly, I forget the joke. Great!

Not to accidentally open up a new can of worms, again, I just thought I’d quickly ponder on that little nugget of a line there from ye ol Mike. It is, indeed, very nice to have peace, by choice. To not have to figure things out before you’re able to function. To not have to worry about unanswered questions. Or what other people think. To not have to know what tomorrow will bring. Or, what next year will bring, for that matter. Because you’re confident that whatever happens, and however it happens, that it’s going to be alright. But again, it’s a choice.

So, let’s enjoy today, shall we? And let tomorrow worry about itself.

Hey, didn’t I read that somewhere?

Anyhow, chew on that thought, will ya?

Meanwhile, I’ll go chew some dindin.

Cuz, me so hungry… 🙂

Blame it on the Christians

I have been thinking a lot today, about the talks I’ve had on Christmas eve with the atheist and the confused Christian. And also, the things that I wrote to them about. I’m afraid, it’s not productive for me (and, for anyone else, for that matter) to bring up a topic like this. Sometimes, the subject can painfully go around in circles. If there is no resolution to a discussion, I think, it’s worthless to even start.
 
But, I do have a thought that I would like to bring up; at least, this one time. And, I promise to revert back to my silly self, after this post. I seem to like me more that way, anyway . Less chances of getting a heart attack, I guess. 🙂

The one I didn’t speak of on my previous post was the churchgoer. I did say “churchgoers” on there, didn’t I? I apologize. I meant, I spoke with one person only, even though there were a few others, who were simply eavesdropping.

There’s really not much to say about this guy, though; except that when speaking of “the lost,” his overt religiosity seems to rear its ugly head out of nowhere. I won’t go into details. But, it sure made me think of how, sometimes, we as Christians, can be ineffective or even detrimental at times, in our purpose, due to the amount of knowledge we have about our faith. Sometimes, the best situation is to know little, and simply have a child-like sincerity. I used to go by the saying, sincerity does not equal truth. This may not be as accurate as I thought it was, now; but, speaking from experience, it does help to lead you there, somehow.

neighborsI hate Bible bashing. I really do. And, you can easily do it without even realizing it. I want to share my faith. I do believe it’s my responsibility. And my joy, as a Christian. But I believe also, that there is a way to do it, without making truth seekers feel like they’re being seen as somewhat, incomplete or terrible. They’re not. This is a very sensitive matter, indeed. That is why I’d rather not be a “teacher.” I believe, teachers have an enormous responsibility. The biggest one of which is, to be above reproach, I think. And, this cannot be taken with a grain of salt. I would rather be the lifelong student who stumbles frequently, but shuts his mouth and absorbs everything he’s fed with. I don’t mind. I have a tough system and can digest pretty much anything. I simply vomit whatever makes me sick. 🙂

The point I’m trying to make here is that, Christians are often the ones who set hurdles for those who could barely take a step. This is unfortunate. A lot of times, we get way ahead of ourselves, to our shame. We feed tough meat to those who could only chew soft vegetables at the moment. We attempt to teach Calculus to first graders. I am just as guilty as the next guy. Sometimes, the way to see your own shortcomings is to experience them in other people first. Sad but true.

I’m learning that if there’s a single lesson worth teaching about, it’s our own example. Our successes and failures (as my friend, Mike, has pointed out). And if there’s anything we can freely and proudly show off, it should be our ability to relate to those not in the know. I believe that teaching from the pulpit is not nearly as effective as teaching from the pew. The back pew, in fact. We can’t even expect to meet people halfway. I think, it’s just as unfair. We have to go wherever they are and meet them there. Start at their level and be sensitive. I believe, this act of vulnerability and humility is how we show that we truly care. Because human beings need relationships more than they need anything else in this life. And, that’s a truth no one can deny.

I’m sorry, I can’t write anymore. This is killing me.

God, Jesus and all things confusing

First of all, Merry White Christmas. It is Christmas Day, after all. At least, in my house, it is. I hope, everyone is cozy and having a good time.

Alright. Yesterday, I had an interesting dialogue with some churchgoers, a confused Christian (an oxymoron, perhaps?), and an atheist. Each, on different occasions. Hectic day, can you tell, already? Now, I’m not particularly given to discussing religious topics, AT ALL. This is so, not because I think it’s worthless. But, it simply pains me to think that I’m shoving my beliefs down people’s throats, that’s all. Hopefully, this is not the case, here. But, we’ll see…

I’m very different, in a lot of ways. Mostly, in a spiritual sense. To sum up my whole outlook in life, this is what I say: There is no proof. There is no answer. There is only faith. Because, my faith allows me to leave questions unanswered and still have peace in my heart. It allows me to see nothing tangible, and yet, see everything I need to see. It allows me to walk in the fire, and still come out, unscathed. Try these, at your own risk.

Now, I’m not saying, be stupid and get burned. We are humans, therefore we will fall, at some point. But, we can be helped back up, if only we ask humbly. Although, if you think, you can help yourself, just fine… right on, then. Just don’t come up and ask me any questions. I will neither debate nor discuss theological issues with anyone! This is an utter waste of time, I think.

However, since I’m being asked for my two cents, by a few folks, I will speak once. But, no more. So, buckle up.

I am a Christian (although, feel free to call me whatever you wish, after reading this post). And, I “believe” like you would not dare believe. I’ve always told people that I have a religion and I’m not afraid of it. But, I don’t practice religiosity. Though, for the sake of those wondering, yes, Jesus is Lord. And, I say that with utmost pride! In my walk with God, I have learned not to judge, or alienate people. Whether in person, or, in my heart. I have learned to accept anyone and everyone, for who and what they are. I am no different. Let alone, better. Oh yeah, I am also a musician who plays both “Christian” and “Satanic” music, back to back (notice the quotes?). Didn’t I say before, I love eerie music? Oh yeah. Love them, drop tunings. 🙂

So, does anyone feel like closing the browser, yet? If so, see ya. Thanks, for stopping by. 🙂

Confusion is so not Christian. Or, is it, too?

By the way, if you’re still with me, I hope I have not derailed your train of thoughts yet, by what I have said, so far. If I have, I am sorry, but this is not the place for me to explain. Nor am I inclined to do so, at any time. So, feel free to let your imagination run wild.

With that said, I digress.

Going back to my (separate) conversations with the confused Christian and the atheist, I can’t tell you how tiring it is to have to explain things. In fact, I have learned one lesson from those conversations. NEVER EXPLAIN ANYTHING. Simply share your own experience, I thought. Each one of us needs to go on a separate journey all on our own. I believe that we, as spiritual beings, need to find our answers, individually; and not rely solely, on other people’s point of view. Yes, that includes our own family’s, as well. As harsh as it may sound. We need to create and view our own perspective. My own belief tells me that, if we ask for something, we should receive it. If we’re not getting it, it’s because we’re not supposed to. Maybe, not yet. Maybe, never. So, let’s smile, and be patient. More importantly, let’s be content, regardless of the outcome. Never expect anything.  If something good comes our way, let’s be grateful, for we don’t deserve it. Maybe, we think, we do. But, we don’t. Life is unfair. Hey, lucky for us. If it was, we’d all be dead and rotting in Hell by now. And that’s the jagged little truth pill, that’s hard to swallow. I know.

All I’m saying is, we should exercise vulnerability and humility. This is all the power we have on this earth. And they are pretty powerful, indeed, if put to good use. I chose to believe in God. Heck, I even chose to believe that today is, in fact, Jesus’ birthday! 🙂 I’m not arguing about the date’s validity, either. But, what difference does it make? If I decide to celebrate my birthday three months after the actual date, what do you care? Anyhow, tangent off.

I really hate sounding philosophical, and so, I’m trying to be a little casual about my approach. But hear this, CC (confused Christian)… be urgent, but find your own answers. Ask, but don’t expect proof. You will be given none. If you’re pointing out that Buddhism makes more sense to you, then, quit whining and convert, already! But, don’t spew out your cerebral garbage on proof and logic, while at the same time, admitting you’re confused. You are just biting the hand that’s trying to feed you. If you don’t like the food, leave. But, make a decision and stick with it.

I’m sorry for getting a little uptight. I didn’t mean to. But, you’re talking to me, and asking me for answers, that could possibly keep you, in your comfort zone. I have none. So, either take my advise, or move on.

And, here’s to the atheist… I would not be commenting, if you didn’t ask me to. I’d rather not, in fact. But, I’ll say this once, and never again. Belief in God is like an association with the Mafia (relax, it’s just an analogy). If you had believed in the past, and had become a member of the family, there is no turning back. You may lose your faith today, or change your mind and articulate your rebuttal until you’re blue in the face; but the fact is, you have experienced the truth, at some point, and regardless of whether or not you’re still hanging on to it, you’re now guilty of knowing too much. And you are not safe on your own, from hereon out. And, even if you have not ever believed, having called yourself an atheist only establishes further grounds that your beliefs are, in fact, the result of a direct competition with the idea of a possible existence of God. You are still guilty, at this point, because you know that there is a God; only you believe it to be a mere concept, which you opted to reject. The Bible says, there is no excuse. You simply open your eyes, and you will see God. In everything. I chose to believe what it says. So, when you’re dead, do not say to God, you didn’t see him. Besides being a very bad idea, the fact is, you actually did. You simply covered your eyes with human logic and reasoning. There is a God, or atheism would not have existed, in the first place.

I looked in the dictionary and found out that the Greek word for atheist is atheos, meaning, a Godless person, or, a person without a God. This does not mean, there is no God. Only, atheists prefer to not have one, or believe in one, rather. But there is, indeed, a God. Whether one believes it or not. Enough said.

Sometime last week, I read a post about the topic of living a spiritual life as opposed to a religious one. By the way, it dawned on me that many still do not understand the difference between the two. But, this is a thought for another time. Anyhow, so, the post made me think about how children are normally raised in this world. And, how their upbringing affects the establishment of society, hence the entire world. This was my comment to that post…

I believe that when you are left to seek the truth for yourself, as opposed to being spoon-fed with someone else’s version of it, you will indeed find it, somehow. This is the ultimate satisfaction. To wonder; then to set out on a journey; and then, to eventually find what you’re looking for.

However, parents are naturally inclined to raise their kids the way they believe they’re supposed to be raised. It’s only natural; yet selfish and stifling. Unless spiritual freedom is allowed to reign in the upbringing of children, they will almost certainly grow up needing to break away and explore knowledge for themselves eventually.

Gaining knowledge can be full of pain, though. However, pain is where the truth lies.

Before I expound on this, I would like to quickly add, that the entire Universe is within God’s domain. That big ol’ speck of dust is sitting pretty, right on the palm of his hand. And if you think, you’re in it, I believe, you ain’t going nowhere, fast. No matter what you think, or do.

But, that’s just me. 🙂

Anyhow, I was brought up Catholic. Now, I don’t have anything negative to say about it. My entire family is Catholic. I would still go to mass and do all things Catholic when I’m with them. It’s called respect. But somewhere down the line, I have experienced the vastness of knowledge available in the spiritual world; and what it might possibly offer me, besides what I already have. I’m not saying, I wasn’t happy with being a Catholic, I just wanted to explore further. To learn more. To discover new things. And, to prove myself wrong, even. I didn’t want to simply rely on what was passed on to me, growing up. I wanted to expand my horizon; and earn my own beliefs. And, to be able to accept things, without having to understand them. And I did. I went through the journey. It was long and painful, but I got there. I know, I did. Though, I made mistakes. I was foolish, at times. I stumbled. I fell. And, I hurt people, along the way. But, I made it through, eventually. I found home. My home.

We have heard the saying “Home is where the heart is.” I say, “Heart is where the home is.” I can’t tell you where your home is at. Though, I’d like it to be the same one, as mine. In fact, I am begging you to come home, with me. It is beautiful, here. And, safe. But, ultimately, we all have to make our own decisions. Our own individual hearts will tell us, where we want to end our seemingly endless journey. Where we want to find our peace. And, who we want to surrender our confusions to.

And then, really live.

Christmas blend

Having had a conversation with a friend this morning, regarding Christmas dining and preparation, it got me a little bit into the spirit.

Well, not really. But, that’s beside the point.

Anyhow, after wracking our brains on choices for antipasto (sorry, couldn’t spell the French term for it), turkey spices, and all that good stuff, we eventually arrived at the topic of dessert. Now, I’m not very particular about desserts. I’ll eat pretty much anything with sugar and/or dairy in it. So, I didn’t have much to say on the topic. But, dessert beverages are a different story. For me, anyway. Don’t get me wrong, I love eggnog (spiked or otherwise), hot cider, or whatever. But, I’m simple, and I usually just opt for a good cup of joe, instead.

Well, we went on and bickered about how it is/it is not boring to simply use the beat up, old coffee-drip brewer. But, come on, it’s Christmas. Do something special, for Jesus’ sake! 🙂 So, I recommended, if only for the occasion, what I’ve been using for the past fifteen years to brew my own coffee in… the lowly and humble French Press (Bodum only. No skimping, please)!

Bodum French PressMaybe, I’ve been living in the wrong century but, I realize that, to this day, the press is still not a very popular way of brewing one’s favorite java beans. Perhaps, it’s just a meager low-tech device lost in a crowd of auto-ultra-super-cyber-futuristic devices we’re so used to trusting with our very lives, these days. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen it in kitchens, just gathering dust up in the cabinets, for years. Although, I will take a guess, that the most popular way to do it, in this day and age, is to stand in line at the nearest Starbucks counter. Every single morning!

A very expensive shortcut, indeed. Thanks, but no, thanks.

Most coffee houses brew their coffee, espresso style. As far as I know, anyway. So, if you wish to replicate that same coffee house cocktail (latte, macchiato, etc.), don’t think you can get away, easily, with an el-cheapo espresso machine. I’m no coffee nerd, by any stretch, but I have virtually travelled a big part of the coffee-making world to get a clue on what’s good, what’s bad and what’s ugly. I love espresso. But, to make it at home, the way it’s supposed to be made, I would have to sell my car. Hey, if you’re going to get one, go for the glory. Or, better keep your hands off your pocket.

This brings me back to what I was talking about, earlier. The French Press. A simple person just wants a good cup of joe. Now, simple and good doesn’t necessarily go hand-in-hand, all the time. I told my friend, that it’s way cheaper than an espresso machine, and much simpler to use, but still, not quite that simple. You still have to have a good, yet expensive conical burr grinder. Now, I don’t have one, because I’d rather not miss payments on my monthly bills. I still use a blade grinder, but I don’t mind the sludge it causes to lay at the bottom of my cup. I still get an excellent flavor as long as I coarse-grind only when I need to; and the grounds/water ratio, water temp and brewing times are correct. Now, I’m not going to elaborate on the details. There are enough connoisseurs out there blogging about their own method, already. Go, do a search. But, I would recommend brewing your beans using this old-fashioned method. And, discover what flavors you’ve been missing, all this time.

Okay, if you’re really into espresso, a good, yet cheap way, is to use one of those stove-top percolators. I used to have one, but I accidentally left it in the stove to burn, a few months ago. So…

Oh yeah… use whole bean French Roast. None of them bag o’ Christmas Blends, please! Let your dessert do the sweetening.

Merry Christmas, everyone. 🙂

ICOC rock bands

This is something I hesitated to talk about, for the longest time. It’s a little touchy for some people. Especially, the ones who were involved, in one way or another.

You see, from 1992 till 2004, I was a part of a Christian movement, called the ICOC (International Churches of Christ), in both the Los Angeles, CA and Atlanta, GA Chapters. Now, if you’re in the know, I’d like to say one thing, before you let loose your thoughts, like flying daggers. I have absolutely nothing against anyone from that group, be it a current, or former member. No grudges, no ill thoughts, no anger, whatsoever. In fact, most of my closest friends are still active members, to this day. We’re still in touch. And, we still talk about everything, from what it used to be, to how it is, now. How a former roommate used to struggle to clean up his act in school; and how today, he struggles to clean up his toddler’s behind, instead. I am happy for them, for the sole reason that they are at a spiritual home of their own choosing. I respect people’s opinions and choices; and I hope that we all strive to do the same, for each other. We can agree to disagree, can’t we?

I believe, we were all just victims of a flawed system (we’re humans, after all), that eventually affected our sincere attempt, to build one huge spiritual family, that spanned the globe. But, we did love each other. I know, I did. Those were radical times, indeed. Like, totally awesome, in retro LA-speak. At least, for me, it was. We had moments of struggles, but we had each other. There were kooky ideas (i.e. washing your date’s feet), but there were brilliant ones (i.e. beach bonfire services), as well.

So, it’s been sometime now. And, I realize that some of our old rituals and traditions, have been reduced to being the butt of jokes, all over the Internet, for the past five years, at least. I think, we can all relax, and look back… and, have a little sense of humor about it, already. I’ve heard (and read) some really hurtful statements, in the past. And, I won’t go there, at all. However, there are some things, we can safely laugh about, now. Hey, someone, somewhere out there is hurling insults, or making fun of me right now, for all I know. I’ve done my fair share of “dirty deeds” myself, that’s for sure.

A couple of days ago, a friend forwarded me a list, that made me almost cough my lungs out, in laughter. It was so hilarious, I just have to share it, here. At least, with the ones who might get the joke, anyway. If you weren’t a part, or even just aware, of the movement, you can simply skip it. You might not totally get it, as most of these are inside jokes. Like poking fun at sector leaders, and stuff. Ha ha ha ha!!! 😆 I can’t help it! This is brilliant!

Didn’t I say before, I’m easily amused? 🙂

Anyhow, some of these were taken from an old discussion thread on the Delphi Forums, as I have been told. And some have been added by other folks, as it got passed along. And still, a few came from me. Yes, yes, I’m just as guilty. A lot of it came flooding out of me, just this morning.

Sorry folks, I don’t mean to make a mockery of anyone. It’s just really, really funny. Come on, admit it! Let’s break out our sense of humor, for once, shall we?

Oh, and you do know a little about rock/pop culture, don’t you? It might help.

Ok, ICOC’ers… former and current badge holders… give it up for, the…

 ICOC ROCK BANDS

  1. Twisted Scripture
  2. Deaf Shepherd
  3. Greed
  4. Mc Qwean
  5. Run DMC (disciples missing church)
  6. Corrective Soul
  7. Metallicult
  8. Crowded (singles) House
  9. Dexie’s Latenight Studies
  10. Eddie (more) Money
  11. Richard Marked
  12. The Fallaway Boys
  13. Olivia Newton McKean
  14. Baptismal Maneuvers in the Park
  15. Wasted Sister
  16. Scott Green Day
  17. School of Mike Rock
  18. Black Sabbatical
  19. Tom Pettycash
  20. Kip’s X
  21. King Kipson
  22. Yes men
  23. Bruce Williams & the Range
  24. All-Of-Us in Chains
  25. New Kips on the Block
  26. McKeansryche
  27. Guns n Bibles
  28. Kip’s Addiction
  29. Weird Al Baird
  30. The Dubious Brothers
  31. Rush (Ewell)
  32. No Cars
  33. Sly and the Family Group
  34. ICC DeVille
  35. Ex Pistols
  36. Kip’s Addiction
  37. Run SMC (Special Missions Contribution)
  38. Three Points Down
  39. Kip Oyster Cult
  40. Boston Movement
  41. Sheep Tricked
  42. Tears and Fears
  43. Sharing Faith No More
  44. Garbage Garbage Garbage
  45. Singles Devo
  46. BT-52’s
  47. Marty goes to Hollywood
  48. Twisted Kipster

Now, I’m sure this list isn’t exhaustive. If you’re so inclined, feel free to add to it.

And, make sure, it’s juicy!!! 😛

Last update of list: 12/22/07

Presents abound

As I came to work this morning, I approached my desk and found it piled with Christmas presents. Guess, Santa stopped by last night.

Well, let’s see… I got cookies, candies, toys, ornaments, pastries, to name a few. And, a handful of well-wishing cards as well.

And, some guy’s photo. With his teethy smile. Thanks, dude!

I had no idea the folks in the office were as appreciative of me as they apparently were. I must’ve done something right this year. 🙂 Amazing!

I feel loved. That’s all I can say. 🙂

 Merry Christmas, y’all.

A stranger in my hometown

It was a year ago today (Actually, three days ago, but who’s counting?), since my trip back home to Manila. I feel sad that I’m not able to go this time. And it doesn’t help to think either, that before that, the last time I was home was in 1987.

You would then think ,that last year’s trip was nothing short of a joyous and momentous occasion. And it was. I am grateful, indeed. But maybe, it was my divorce right around the same time which made the trip a little bit of a blur now, as well.

I actually felt so bad also, that I hardly remembered the city I grew up in. The streets seemed narrower. And the traffic, unfathomable! The population, doubled. Half of them trying to cross the superhighway! Yikes! And, is that our house? You gotta be kidding me! But it was. And the food! I enjoyed it very much. Unfortunately, the ol’ beloved flavors seemed to have left my palate. Oddly, most of them tasted almost foreign to me. I was left wondering if this was, in fact, the same food I grew up eating.

One day, my brother drove me to my old high school and university. Wait, wasn’t this the football field? What’s this building doing down here, then?

For the first time, I had met my sister-in-law, my niece, my nephew and a few cousins too. For the first time! Where have I been? My dad is now sporting a cane? He used to be Robert DeNiro in Goodfellas. What happened? I’m glad, though, that my mom is still the same ol’ spunky woman she’s always been! The only one that has not changed or aged a single minute, I’m not even kidding, was my old pal, Buddy! Best friend since third grade. He’s still the same ol’ crazy redhead who’s more concerned about his Nikon camera than life itself! I love the guy.

But today, I am left with nothing but memories. Although, I had a great time then, I was sad. Still sad, as a matter of fact. Sad because I could’ve enjoyed it even more but I didn’t. Sad because I could’ve given to my family more but I didn’t. And sad because I seemed to have forgotten a lot about home.

Yes, I was a stranger in my hometown.