Counting down the days till I'm free of this...place (Ep 4:29, so help me God :P) so I'm taking time away from my final reports to blog on what He's been knocking into my head plus my mundane activities in the rain-soaked city. You may now proceed to Perez's or Jared's if you're so inclined because I'm 'bout to wax Quixotic. See, this would be like the part during service when the tots are dismissed and sent off to Sunday School so the grown-ups won't have any excuse not to learn.
Okay, shut the door and sit down. What've I got now? Nothing and a lot. Nothing because I don't have anything yet but, just like before, His teaching comes first--not on the destination but of the condition of my own heart. And that's what He's been doing. Thank God, I'm more docile now.
I've realized how extremely powerful His word is. It has the uncanny ability to give you peace and joy in the midst of unabashed schemes of the enemy. You can be at the receiving end of the most potentially damaging attacks from people and not feel hate or anger or fear. It is nothing short of incredible. It's the assurance that He protects you, He knows your worth, He has your life under control. (So there's no need to take things in your own hands!) Once again, our role is to simply trust and rejoice always. Rejoice under all circumstances because we have His attention. Not the heehee-haha kind but in quiet confidence stemming from the truth in His word and living by it. It's not a placebo, it's not magic. Only God's love.
I've also come to understand that I'm prime target for them, huge points for my head in their camp. Not because of any brilliant value I bring to myself but because I've got the mark. That's precisely why I feel I get short-ended (ploy number 1) many times but I've become quick to stop it from spreading in my system. Because that's how it starts, you see, followed by bitterness, envy, rudeness, pride -- the entire entourage. Next thing you know, you'll be romping proud on the outside yet hatin' on everyone from the inside, feeling so full of yourself you forget how ugly you were to begin with. So I meditate and review because healing starts with a humble heart.
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I hung out with my buddy Pantz over the weekend. My energy level was still organically high Friday night and since I had no cash in my wallet for the next two days, I decided to take the train back to the city to get money. There are no offshore banks in the heartland.
When I got done with my business, I decided to ring the dude up and found out he still at the office. What unprecedented dedication! So we decided to meet up at the embassy for a little stroll down memory lane (both recent and distant) and catch up on stuff.
We went to this mall where the main demographic precluded us seniors. You know the one if you've been there. There we ogled at things we couldn't afford and stuff we couldn't believe people needed.
After walking around, we plopped down at the Coca-Cola lounge. Reminded me of IMAX. Oh boy. Of course, we didn't spend anything. We just browsed through the magazines and watched the trailers for the Israeli film festival which happens next week. I decided I want to see Malos Habitos and The Band's Visit.
Around 1 am, we took the bus to his home turf and from there I took a cab to mine.
The next day, Saturday, we met again to see The Love Guru. We'd wanted to catch a 5 pm screening but we decided to pay a visit to Great World City. Neither of us had been there before so we took the shuttle to there even though rain made for extra effort. The place was blah but we mulled around for half an hour before going back to the embassy.
We ended up taking a 9:20 screening at the mall next to MTV's office because the movie isn't as popular as Batman. Not all the theatres screened it and the ones that did only had limited schedules for it.
Anyhow, we went in and I immediately noticed the theatre was small. Nicely appointed, sure, but small. It reminded me of the Starlight cinema in Imus. Hilarious.
It was a 4D experience watching The Love Guru. Because of that, I couldn't laugh as hard as I wanted to and had to jab Pantz's arm once or twice to contain myself. You wanna know what I mean, ask him for the full story.
That's it for now. Hope to see you again.
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