HIS BEST IS YET TO COME!

“…Jesus said to them, ‘Children, have you any fish?’ They answered him, ‘No.’… So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, a hundred and fifty-three of them; and although there were so many, the net was not torn…” (John 21:5, 11)

After his three “big-time” failures, Peter thought that he was done as a disciple and that it was time to go back “fishing”. He didn’t know that God was just starting His work in his life. That morning, by the sea, Peter realized that God was not done with him yet.

The business might not have taken off.
The ministry may seem to fail.
The marriage hopeless.
The finances desperate.
The “favorite sin” still persistent.

God is not done with you yet, my friend. In fact, His best work in your life is still before you. His best for you is still to come!

BLESSING IN DISGUISE (An Easter Sunday Reflection)

“…So she ran, and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’…” (John 20:2)

When Mary saw the empty tomb, she thought it was bad news. What she didn’t know was that the emptiness of the tomb is actually the faithfulness of her God.

Today, believe that if you hold on to God, your “empty tombs” are actually blessings in disguise.

The crib may still be empty.
The grief may still be unbearable.
The wound may still be fresh.
The funds may still be constantly depleted.

“Empty tombs”.

In God’s own time, just like Mary, you will realize that your “empty tombs” will become blessings for you.

Hold on. Be faithful. Live for God.

For the “empty tomb” doesn’t mean the body was stolen.

It simply means that Jesus has stolen eternity just for you.

Happy Easter my friend!

LIFE IS A TEST

I used to detest taking tests. I didn’t see the rationale for it.

For me then, it was a crude and unwarranted way of measuring a person’s worth. Your score is like a measure that unjustly labels you according to your perceived value. A high score meant you were good. A good score meant you were average. And a poor score meant you deserve less — attention, respect, opportunities — compared to the others.

To me, taking tests in school, didn’t really make any sense.

Not until I began to see life as a test in itself.

Growing up, I realized that the classroom is a microcosm of life.

It is in the classroom where we learn, where we grow, where we are challenged, and where we overcome.

Recently, I personally experienced some testing in life. Not earth-shaking or colossal in nature, mind you. But still tough. Made me pray more. Made me hope more. Made me love more.

And then it dawned on me.

Contrary to my previous notion, tests, as in life, are not meant to measure your worth but rather, they are meant to bring out your worth.

Because you are a child of God, you are valuable as you are. And no life testing can ever change that. But life testing can bring that out. Tests can reveal what is hidden, unearth what is buried, and extract what is concealed.

Tests are tough. They are meant to be. If only to bring out the best in us.

But with my recent testing, something uncommonly bothered me. All I prayed for was for God to speak to me during those troubling times. His voice would’ve been like rain on a parched land, a streak of light behind the gloomy skies, a sparkle of hope beneath the murky waters. But no, in a confusing and distressing time, it felt like God chose to remain silent.

Ever had those days, my friend?

Perhaps when your finances were down, health was threatened and your relationships sailing over turbulent waters; and God seemed absent.

Much like when you are about to step up to the plate in a Little League game, and Dad decided to go to take an important business call.

When you are in the middle of a career-defining performance and your mentor decided to step out of the auditorium.

When you are a rookie pilot and your plane careening its way on the runway and poised for take-off when the senior pilot got up and decided to leave the cockpit.

“Dear God,” we ask. “Where are you now? Say something, please. Magparamdam ka naman ”.

Then I am reminded of a quote I heard recently from a Christian movie which goes:

“The teacher is always silent during the test.”

Makes sense, huh.

When in the middle of your exam, and you look up to your teacher but instead of coming over to help, he clips his mouth and looks at you with an encouraging look as if saying, “You can do this. You have what it takes. Come on. Dig deep. I believe in you!”

So the next time you go through a test and God seemed silent, remember this quote, dear friend.

God is never silent to make you fail.

Rather, God is sometimes silent to make you fly!

“Joy” Himself: A Reflection for the Third Week of Advent

My singing career had an unlikely breakthrough when I was in high school.

I became part of a group and we became the amazing singing sensation jumping from one gig to the next. Our calendar was full and we were in demand. But our gigs were not in clubs or bars. They were not in auditoriums or concert stadiums.

They were in wakes.

Yes, you see it right.

Wakes.

I still remember how our big break came when during a relative’s wake and funeral, we rendered one sentimental song after another bringing everyone to tears. Boy, were we proud. We were the “Imelda Papin” (in case some of you reading this still know the famous singer) of the “death genre” (I made that up!). Our measure of success was the number of people who cried after we sing our songs. Morbid, eh?

But our glory was short-lived. Before we can even begin to plan our “concert tour”, I had to leave Davao to study college in Manila. Sadly, we had to break up. And that’s how the world was deprived of what could have been the next big thing after the Beatles.

But kidding aside, I think that’s how most people gauge a successful religious event nowadays. They ask, “How many people cried?”. You may have your own story of how a retreat master tried his best to use all kinds of dramatic effects, from the timbre of his voice to lighting effects, to make sure the participants would weep, as if the success of the retreat depended on the volume of tears shed.

No wonder many people think that Christianity is supposed to be sad — that to take your faith seriously meant the end of your fun times in life.

This is far from the truth.

On this third week of Advent, we are reminded of the joy of following Jesus.

Joy is not a life without challenges but a life which sees God’s victory in every challenge.

Joy is not a life of having everything but a life of having the thing that matters most.

Joy is not a life without failings but a life of hope that is bigger than all failings combined.

Joy is not something you achieve but something you receive.

Joy is not a self-help concept that you work into your life, but a spiritual truth that you accept into your heart.

Joy is not something you aim to get, but something you already have but you must aim to bring out.

To have joy, you don’t need another program but another person.

Jesus.

He is “Joy” Himself.

Give it a try.

This season, spend more time in church than in the mall.

More time in recollections than parties.

More time in front of the Bible than your gadget (unless your bible is in your gadget).

Believe me, you will realize that Christmas is not just about fun.

In fact, it’s all about “Joy” Himself.

Enjoy the rest of this blessed season, my friend!

YOUR RESPONSE MATTERS

When you reach a dead end, don’t look back. Look up.
When you don’t know where to go, don’t keep running. Keep listening.
When you fail, don’t give up. Stand up.
When you are afraid, don’t run away. Pray and stay.
When you are exhausted, don’t retire. Fan the fire.

You have no choice on what the world will throw at you. But you always have a choice on how you will respond.

How you respond truly matters.

LET HIM BE YOUR WORLD: A REFLECTION FOR THE FIRST WEEK OF ADVENT

“Papang, can I have five more minutes to play before we leave?”

I am often confronted with this request from my children whenever I pick them up from school every afternoon. The request to stay in school a little longer evokes from me mixed feelings.

On the one hand, I am glad that they love their school — Cradle of Joy Centre for Learning. On the other hand, I kind of wonder, perhaps in my mid-life crisis sentimentality, if my arrival in their school every afternoon was good news or bad news to them.

Then I realized, that in much the same way, people perhaps have the same attitude when it comes to Christ’s return, whether it be His daily coming into our lives or His second coming someday.

Some people get so attached to life that the arrival of Christ is not so good news to them. Perhaps that’s why people avoid death or any talk of it. Perhaps that’s why people do not take the signs of our times seriously. Perhaps that’s why we try to hold on to life as much as we can.

But among my four children, my youngest Marco has a different reaction whenever I arrive. The moment he sees me at the gate of the school, he drops everything he’s doing, runs up to me and gives me a tight embrace. In a blink of an eye, he gives up his turn on the slide; he gives up the swing; he turns away from his playmates, and yes — welcomes me with open arms.

Then I can’t help asking myself: Will I have the same reaction when Christ comes?

You see, Marco’s reaction was typical of a 2 year old. Nothing is more important to him than seeing his dad. I am his world. But as children grow older like my 3 other children, their worlds expand. Somehow, dad is no longer their world but just becomes a part of that world. Not bad, mind you, it’s really just part of growing up.

But the tragic thing is this: This can also be true with many of us when it comes to our faith.

The older we get, our world expands. Our world becomes filled with careers to manage, bills to pay, dreams to achieve, marriages to keep, and children to raise.

God simply becomes just a part of it, if at all.

And then cancer strikes. Or a near-death car accident happens. Or your precious marriage falls apart. Or losing a child.

Then you begin to wonder: Where is God in my life now?

This Advent season, we are reminded that Christ will come to us. May we be like Marco, excited and eager, dropping everything and running to His tight embrace.

The Bible says that we should be eagerly awaiting Christ’s return:

“…we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ” (Philippians 3:20)

Let Him be your world — now and always.

A blessed first week of Advent to you, my friend!

The Devil’s Tail

Satan doesn’t tell you a blatant lie. You are too smart for that. Instead, he tells you a half-truth and then exaggerates it.

To exaggerate your pain, he tells you there is no relief.
To exaggerate your challenge, he tells you it is hopeless.
To exaggerate your weaknesses, he tells you that you have no strengths.
To exaggerate your sin, he tells you that you’re beyond salvation.

The devil has a tail and it is called exaggeration. It follows every “truth” he says and turns it into a lie.

So how do you deal with a tail? Cut it.

Don’t dialogue with him. Don’t converse with him. Don’t linger in his lies.

Cut his “tail” early and live free!