How much I’ve known Christ

Everyday dealing with life is a struggle for everyone. Many people are too busy doing their work and often forget to see what should be prioritized. I, myself is one of those crowd. I study hard every day and sleeps late in the evening awaken by my thoughts of project deadlines and budgeting my weekly allowance. This has been my daily routine and I’m barely used to it.
One day my professor asked the whole class how much we’ve known Christ. I started to contemplate and reflect, do I really know who Christ is? Didn’t I always forget Him? Is He the one crucified to redeem the world or just a man from the past with undying legacy of teaching?
I am not as religious as anyone else in the class but as what I have known Christ, I feel like only a small part of his life is revealed to me. Jesus Christ is constantly surprising me. Yes, I may have known Him from birth to his death but all his miracles and works are yet unknown to me.
According to my theoretical studies, I have known Christ as a great teacher and preacher of the Kingdom of God. Christ is the one sent to earth to save mankind from eternal damnation and brought back the people to God’s hand. He has the immeasurable divinity with pure humanity. Many are sceptical about it but I believe it is true. Jesus is man of miracle and a God of mercy at the same time, thus, everyone should believe that it is true.
Christ is my Saviour that is how I personally know him. He saves my day. He lifts me in most of the sinking times, the times when I am about to give up. He takes away my worries by giving me a brand new day to face my woes. He is a smart guide for me to show that the trials he gave me are making me strong for the future. He is ultimately the Supreme Being.
I may have known Jesus Christ better, but I think I have a long way to go before I could fully figure out his true identity. For now I know Him as a perfect peer to hang on with, an unseen father who’s got his two eyes on me every time. Christ is the only one I have that could never be stolen from me, that is how I know him and that will always be my impression about Him.

My Land

I don’t want to be a foreigner on my own land. I’m not going to be a stranger to my own culture. Why would anyone want to travel abroad when everything one could be proud of is just right here—right here in this group of 7,000 islands. I will not waste my time appreciating other land’s achievements when there are more important gifts of nature on this country where I stand. I beg to be different.
Here is the land where I grew. On these roads I learned to run, stumble and stand up for what I believe. I am nurtured by the air that blew from high mountains that surround us. This is where I first saw the beauty of the rising sun and felt the drama as the sun sets n old Manila bay. There is nothing compared to the excitement of travelling through the grassy fields on the way to northern Luzon; the fresh air on your face and the hospitality of the people waiting on your destination.
This land is ours. It’s ours to explore. It’s ours to take care of. It’s ours to be proud of. It’s ours to maintain for the rest of our generations. This land made us what we are today. Let’s be proud of it. There are still many turns and roads that we have yet to take on this land that we call home.
The seaside is inviting us to savor its depth. The mountainside is humming wit life and color. The wind is singing the great adventures people have taken in the different parts of dear Luzviminda. We wouldn’t want to be foreigners on our land. And we are definitely not going to be strangers to our own culture. We beg to be different.