Habang naglalakad ako nang tahimik sa Park dito sa Bangkok, napansin ko ang isang simpleng bulaklak na unti-unting bumubukas. Walang ingay, walang drama, pero may tahimik na ritmo ng paglago na parang may nakatagong dasal sa bawat petal. Mula sa lumang wika ng Hebrew sa Old Testament hanggang sa Koine Greek ng New Testament, at sa gitna nito ang dasal na tinuro ni Jesus. Ito ang
There are moments when ancient words suddenly echo with modern understanding, not as contradiction but as deeper harmony. I sat one quiet morning with the Gospel of John open, reading If you believe in me, you will never die, and then the opening line: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” Something stirred. What if “the Word” points to the fundamental building block inside every living thing, the atom, that truly never dies but endlessly recycles through creation? Nature itself seems to whisper the same promise. This is not a theological debate or scientific proof, but a personal, practical reflection on how this idea enriches daily living with wonder and peace.
There are mornings when the world feels too heavy, and yet, stepping outside into the quiet embrace of nature suddenly softens everything. I remember one such dawn last year, dew still clinging to the leaves, birds singing their first notes, and a gentle breeze whispering through the trees. In that moment, a quiet realization settled in my heart: being at peace with God and nature isn’t about having all the answers. It’s about resting in the truth that He is in control. Divine Wisdom gently reminds us that we cannot fathom the full scope of what God has planned, and that His will, not ours, will ultimately be done. This isn’t resignation; it’s liberation.
There are mornings when the old prayer
Minsan sa buhay, may mga sandali tayong nauuhaw nang sobra, hindi lang sa tubig, kundi sa kahulugan, sa kapayapaan, sa katotohanan. Ako mismo, bilang isang ordinaryong truth seeker, madalas kong nararamdaman iyon. Naghahanap ako ng sagot sa mga tanong na hindi kayang punan ng temporaryong bagay. Kaya nung basahin ko ulit ang kwento ni Jesus at ng Samaritan woman sa balon, bigla akong natamaan. Hindi lang ito ancient story. Ito ay personal invitation. Si Jesus, sa gitna ng init ng araw, ay nakaupo doon at nag-aalok ng something na hindi na mauubos.
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