God really change life

March 27, 2008

Do you ask your self “is there really a God”, well as I continue my journey in my life, I really learn a lot and getting to know more our God.

As I taking my rest from my night shift work, I watch the story of Ninoy Aguino (Pinoy are worth dying for) interviewed by Mr. Pat Robertson and Ms. Rica Peralejo (how life change her life.) interviewed by Ms. Connie Reyes at the 700 club asia. And let me add also n inspiring story from Bo Sanchez.

Let me site some words from them…

“God allow sufferings in our do that we can recognize the reward after that.” - Ninoy

“You can’t deny, and the only way is to change and
sabihin na di ko po talaga kaya ung ganito kalaking bagay
so I need someone big to help me and that is God ” - Rica

A story of a small church

There is a small community church which is consist of 1 leader and 4 faithful members. They are all 60 and above in ages so you already know what will happen if some of them are not attending anymore…

Anyway, they ask there self, “What is happening to our community? why is it that we are the only people in this church?”

Then the leader go to the bishop to seek advice so he traveled in 2 two mountains just to reach the bishop then when he reach he ask the bishop, “Bishop, can you help our church to grow, the people, specially the youth are not joining in our community” then the bishop close his eyes and take a deep breath and say “Son, one of you is the messiah”… then the leader go home and told to his 4 members what the bishop advised him.

then after that, they change how they treat one another, with more respect and lovingly…

then people around notice what’s happening in that community, why is it that there is more joy and peace.

And people visit and attend the church….

Why because the true meaning of community is love, respect and Jesus in your life.

Thank you for your love and your life.

It’s me,

Em

searching in goolge and life

I believe you’ve already try this, searching what you want using internet search engine like google or yahoo search engine. But do you really get what exactly you want to search? Maybe yes, maybe not? Why? If yes, maybe you have type the specific word of the specific question you want to search. If not, ask your self again? What do I what? What do I really want?

Until know, many people don’t know their purpose or the things they really want in life. It is simply because they don’t know specifically the thing that they want. They are just to general when asking for something like “cars” instead of
“honda civic model 2008″.

they are almost the same

The true meaning of work

Well I would say that the meaning of hardwork is this “Enjoy what you are doing”

let me share a story from yahoo news…

ref: http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=4526501&page=1

Man Hits Jackpot, but Won’t Quit McDonald’s
British Man Who Won Millions Wants to Keep His Job at the Golden Arches

March 26, 2008Luke Pittard didn’t quite say “I’m lovin’ it,” but after winning a $2.7 million lottery he returned to his job flipping burgers at McDonald’s.Pittard, 25, from Wales, England, became a millionaire after winning the British lottery 18 months ago. He promptly quit his McDonald’s job.”I don’t think much will change in my life, just the fact that I got money,” Pittard said at the time.

Things changed less than Pittard expected. Today, he is back at work at the Golden Arches.

“To be honest, there’s only so much relaxing you can do,” he said.

Pittard is not alone in his behavior; believe it or not, many people sympathize with his desire to stay on the job.

In 2003 a group of cooks and caretakers in a Minnesota school waited until after their lunchtime shift to claim their $95 million winning ticket.

“Today we’re going to have hot ham and cheese sandwiches, that is the main thing,” Karen Overman, one of the lunch ladies, told “Good Morning America” when she became a millionaire.

Almost five years later some of those lunch workers are still on the job, just like Pittard.

Even though Pittard makes more money on the interest from his winnings than he does showing up for work, he’s still on the job simply because he’s lovin’ it.

Blond and Blue Eyes

(Editor’s note: This is the winning speech of Patricia Evangelista. If you are a Filipino, you must read it.)

WHEN I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white.

I thought — if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I’d wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose!

More than four centuries under western domination does that to you.

I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of “greener pastures.” It’s not just an anomaly; it’s a trend; the Filipino diaspora.

Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world.

There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it.

My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself. Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.

Or is it? I don’t think so, not anymore.

True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where he is now.

My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino — a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.

Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home.

Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood.

I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.

A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK’s National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world’s commercial ships.We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London’s West End.

Nationalism isn’t bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions, arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world!

Leaving sometimes isn’t a matter of choice. It’s coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word.

We call people like these balikbayans or the ‘returnees’ — those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune.

In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn’t preclude the idea of a home. I’m a Filipino, and I’ll always be one. It isn’t about just geography; it isn’t about boundaries. It’s about giving back to the country that shaped me.

And that’s going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.

Mabuhay. And thank you.

reference : http://www.manilamail.com/features/patricia.htm

Time to Rest

January 25,08

I’ve been going late to go home this past few days , because I’m rushing to finish my program in the office and when i got home, I need to check some mail and review my report for my Information System Management Subject because I will going to discuss it this coming Saturday. I leaved the office at 7 or 7:30 pm and arrived and home at 10, then check some mails and watch T.V, I took a sleep around 12 am, but before that I can’t forget to thank God for a wonderful day that He have given to me.

I woke this morning with a minor head ache, so I said to my self that I can go to office but when I already in the bus, I feel dizzy and my head head ache become worse.

When I arrived in the office, I’m not feeling well. It’s hard for me to read codes in the computer and I need to close my eyes for a rest, but every time I open my eyes, I feel more dizzy. That makes me decide to go to the nearest hospital which is the Manila Doctors Hospital. I go to the emergency and the nurse give me some medicine. The doctor advice me to take some rest so that he can observe me. During my rest, I prayed to God to heal me and bless me because the Jesus who heals those who are sick during His time, is the some healer in that hospital. After one hour of rest in the e.r, I feel much better and realize that even life is so busy, there is always a time to take rest and reflect on God’s grace and blessing.

W hen I leaved the e.r, the first thing that attract my eyes in the sticker attached at the back of the isuzu crosswind and says “Lord of Lords, King of King, JESUS”. wow, God really heal me.

“They will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.” – Mark 16:18