Chosen and Blessed

“…It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain…” (John 15:16)

Evaluation sheets.

Sometimes they make me think. Especially when the comments of my participants after I give a seminar aren’t as encouraging as I hoped them to be.

Do I make a difference with what I am doing with my life?

When I preach, is there really lasting change in the lives of those who listen?

When I write, are my books impacting the lives of the readers?

When I counsel, do people heed my advice?

Today’s Gospel reminds me to focus not on what I do but on who I do it for. Jesus. Only Jesus.

It was He who chose me to do what I do today. His business is to anoint. My business is to obey. My focus is to love Him. His focus is to bless me.

How about you? Do you sometimes wonder if your life amounts to something? If your efforts at loving God are not in vain?

As a mother, are you raising your children well?

As a father, are the hours in the office going to secure the future of your family?

As a church worker, is the church a bit better with you around?

As a daughter, does your effort at doing well in school makeyour parents proud?

My friend, I encourage you to focus not on what you do but on who you do it for. Do it for God.

He blesses those whom He chooses!

A blessed day ahead!


Subtle Darkness

“…I came into the world as light, so that everyone who believes in me might not remain in darkness…” (John 12:46)

Yesterday, I chanced upon an old friend, a fellow Christian, one of those people I was with when I began my walk of faith 17 years ago when I was a student in the University of the Philippines.

I thought it was going to be one of those ordinary meetings. I didn’t know God would use it to bring some refreshing light into my world.

The funny thing was this: I didn’t know that I was in darkness.

Life was good. My ministry, finances, relationships and health were all hitting all time highs in the measuring scale of life. No big problems. No major concerns. Really, I thought there was no patch of darkness in my life. Or so I thought.

Until my friend started opening his mouth when I realized that I was in some kind of subtle darkness — the darkness called complexity. Let me show you what I mean.

After 17 years, I realized that my friend and I have grown starkingly different from each other. Sure, we still both love God and still treasure our friendship. But we are now different in terms of how we relate with our God.

My faith has become too complex while his remained as simple and pristine as when we both started our walk with God 17 years ago.

My life today is muddled with talks to give, projects  to organize, communities to pastor and books to write while his is concerned with simply saying no to sin and sharing the gospel over a cup of coffee.

My schedule was punctured with preaching engagements, radio guestings, and website maintenance while his was limited to daily morning prayers, scripture  reading and weekly extra masses.

My ecstacy comes from profound theological truths while his remains with knowing that God loves him absolutely.

My mind was preoccupied with changing the world, while his was changing a life.

As he spoke, my eyes watered. I didn’t know I was in darkness — the darkness of complexity.

Today, I made a decision — to keep my faith simple.

Read my bible. Converse with my God. Love His people.

Sure, I remain a preacher with a world to save. But I must never forget that I will always be a sinner with a God who saves.

“…I came into the world as light, so that everyone who believes in me might not remain in darkness…” (John 12:46)

Yes, my friend, our faith should remain as simple as that.

May Jesus, Light of the World, shine on you today!

Simply me,

Bobby Q.

The Honking Horn

“…He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out…” (John 10:3)

When I was in elementary school, there was no sweeter sound to me at 5PM than the honking horn of our 1979 Ford Cortina. That honk signified so much to me.

For one, it meant leaving school and going home.

It meant the sumptuous dinner prepared by my mother.

It meant rest at home.

But most of all, it reminded me that my father has not forgotten me. That he remembered to pick me up after school. That despite the many things he is busy with in the office, he always had time for his eldest child. And that meant so much to me.

You know what? I feel the same thing when it comes to God.

In scriptures, He says: “…He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out…” (John 10:3)

Whenever I hear Him call my name, I am reminded of the honking horn.

His voice reminds me of home.

Of the sumptuous feast that awaits me in heaven.

Of the eternal rest that is promised to all who believed.

But most of all, it reminds me that the Father has not forgotten. Despite the many planets he had to manage and the million stars he had to monitor, He had time for me. I was important. I was precious. I was valuable in His sight.

Have you heard any “honking horns” lately — those things which remind you that God has not forgotten you?

It may be a long-awaited promotion in the office.

Or it may be the baby you now hold in your arms.

Or it may be the doctor telling you that the tumor miraculously disappeared.

Or it may be a quiet evening with your spouse, a romantic dinner after a long, long time.

Or the beautiful sunset after a long and tiring day.

These things remind you of  a voice so often neglected, silenced by the other voices of this world, yet constantly there. The voice of God. Consistent. Reliable. Trustworthy.

This week, I suggest you take time to notice these honking horns all around you. Walk a little bit slower. Pause. Find time to reflect. They are everywhere.

Listen closely. Let these “honking horns” remind you that though he is undeniably busy, He always has time for His beloved.

Yes, He always has time for you.

A blessed week ahead to you, my friend!

Bobby Q.