i was early for yesterday’s ceremony at clark where the president was to break ground for a new medical facility. i was told to choose which part of the program to cover and therefore, where to stay. i picked my spot and started to wait. and wait. and wait.
after an hour, the emcee told everyone that the president would be arriving soon and what would happen as he came in. more waiting followed. it was wise not to leave our spots nor be distracted lest you find your place taken away from you.
soon enough, he came, his entrance announced solemnly, and things started to happen as was said. picking the right spot and waiting patiently paid off. i got my shots.
Lord, i know You’re coming soon and i have to be ready and waiting. but most times i just leave my spot and do my own thing. help me be faithful and watchful so that in the end, you’ll find me where i should be – doing your work while patiently waiting for You.
we had a ‘wild’ monkey in catholic seminary. good that it was chained and not rabid. this one’s different – a lot bigger, well-behaved, and dressed up. but still just a chimp. even if you cover him with designer clothes and bling, he’s still a chimp.
how many times have we tried to cover up what we really are? we say the right things, dress the right way, but inside we’re really just a fine mess.
“the heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; who can understand it?” (NASB : Jer 17:9)
God isn’t fooled by outward appearances. He looks at the heart. “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account. …”
i hope we see that clearly because it can’t get any plainer than that.
hey, johnny! HERE'S THE BEEF. home-cooked on a cast iron-grill pan.
by far, the best burgers liz and i have tasted are from WHAM’s. juicy, fresh off the grill, and reasonably priced at 155 pesos for the double patty. hands-down, the standard to which other local burgers are to be measured.
so imagine our tremendous disappointment when we tried JOHNNY ROCKET’S version of this classic. for 285 pesos, we only got a single patty lost in an over-powering dressing sandwiched in a dry tasteless bun with dehydrated fries. you’d expect a decent meal upon entering the american diner-styled johnny rocket’s in tomas morato. but it’s all just for show. where’s the beef, johnny?
so here’s our protest version of the bacon cheeseburger. lots of meat, spices, cheese. bacon, lettuce, tomatoes. grilled on a cast iron grill pan. it may not be out of this world, but it took off where johnny didn’t.