And Jesus said, "You are a rock... and on this rock I will build my church." Matt 16:18
Kuyog sa atong ACT OF DEDICATION:
Pagkuha ug bato. kupti kini. unya pag-mpo: "Ako bato... ug niining bato pagatukuron... palig-onon...dasigon ni JesuCristo ang iyang IGLESIA."
"Ihatag ko kanimo ang mga yawi sa Gingharian sa langit. Unsa ang imong idili dinhi sa yuta idili usab didto sa langit>"
Pagkupot ug yawi (bisag unsa nga yawi). Pag-ampo: "Ginadili na nako ang ________ (ex., panagbingkil, panagbuwag, kagubot o unsa may dili na ka ganahan nga mahitabo sa imong kinabuhi ug sa atong iglesia).
"Ug ang imong itugot dinhi sa yuta itugot usab didto sa langit"
Guniti lang gihapon ang yawi uban sa pag-ampo: "Itugot nako ang ______________ (ex., panaghiusa, pagpasayloay, o unsa may buot nimo mahitabo sa imong kinabuhi ug sa atong iglesia."
Friday, August 19, 2011
SACRIFICE
Romans 12:1 "Present your body as a living sacrifice"
What does it mean to present our body as living sacrifice? It means our willful decision to use all our senses, abilities, resources, positions, status, all that we have, to BUILD AND NURTURE relationships and to contribute to the health and survival of the body of Christ. And since we are part of the body, we are the first beneficiary: we are nurtured and built and made whole in the process.
What does it mean to present our body as living sacrifice? It means our willful decision to use all our senses, abilities, resources, positions, status, all that we have, to BUILD AND NURTURE relationships and to contribute to the health and survival of the body of Christ. And since we are part of the body, we are the first beneficiary: we are nurtured and built and made whole in the process.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
PANUHOT... KABUHI UG AYRE
masama na talaga pakiramdam ko... parang biglang may sumakit sa likod ko.
Ilang araw din akong lumalakad ng paika-ika.
Nagsimula eto nung naligo ako.
Pagkatapos kong labhan ang aking nabasang damit, tumayo ako para isampay ang mga ito.
Yun na po... di na ako nakatayo ng tuwid.
ng malaman ng mga kababaihan ng iglesia ang aking naramdaman
pinatawag nila ang hilot ng bayan...
isang babaeng may dinaramdam din
ngunit di alintana ang kanyang karamdaman
maibsan lang ang dalamhati ng iba.
hinilot nya ako... habang nakapalibot ang anim na mga babae
may tagahawak ng haplas ... may taga-abot ng papel
ang papel na pinutol-putol
pinahiran ng pili at dinikit sa iba'tibang bahagi ng aking katawan
eto daw ang ulo ng ayre... sabi ni Mana Bining ang hilot.
matapos niyang mahuli ang ulo ng ayre
na syang nagbibigay sa akin ng sakit
tinapalan nya ito ng papel na may ipil.
andami ko daw'ng panuhot
bigkas niya habang hagod-hagod niya ang buo kong likod.
di ko muna puedeng maligo
wika niya.
paglalabas ka magjacket ka
ng di madagdagan ang iyong panuhot
pinatihaya nya ako...
at hinagod ang aking tiyan.
masaya niyang ibinalita sa mga kababaihan
nasa lugar na ang kanyang kabuhi
mabuti sana kung maitali natin ito para
"dili kabuhi ang kabuhi"
at naghanap na sila ng maitatali sa aking baywang
iba't -ibang babae... may kanya-kanyang dinaramdam
ngunit sama-sama para maibsan
ang sakit na dinaramdam ng isa
may taga takip sa aking hita
wag ka nang mahiya, puros naman tayo dito babae
may nagsasaing sa kusina
may taga takbo para kunin kung ano mang hingin ni Mana Bining.
Iba't ibang babae
sama-sama't tulong-tulong
para itali ang kabuhi
at paalisin ang panuhot at ayre.
Ilang araw din akong lumalakad ng paika-ika.
Nagsimula eto nung naligo ako.
Pagkatapos kong labhan ang aking nabasang damit, tumayo ako para isampay ang mga ito.
Yun na po... di na ako nakatayo ng tuwid.
ng malaman ng mga kababaihan ng iglesia ang aking naramdaman
pinatawag nila ang hilot ng bayan...
isang babaeng may dinaramdam din
ngunit di alintana ang kanyang karamdaman
maibsan lang ang dalamhati ng iba.
hinilot nya ako... habang nakapalibot ang anim na mga babae
may tagahawak ng haplas ... may taga-abot ng papel
ang papel na pinutol-putol
pinahiran ng pili at dinikit sa iba'tibang bahagi ng aking katawan
eto daw ang ulo ng ayre... sabi ni Mana Bining ang hilot.
matapos niyang mahuli ang ulo ng ayre
na syang nagbibigay sa akin ng sakit
tinapalan nya ito ng papel na may ipil.
andami ko daw'ng panuhot
bigkas niya habang hagod-hagod niya ang buo kong likod.
di ko muna puedeng maligo
wika niya.
paglalabas ka magjacket ka
ng di madagdagan ang iyong panuhot
pinatihaya nya ako...
at hinagod ang aking tiyan.
masaya niyang ibinalita sa mga kababaihan
nasa lugar na ang kanyang kabuhi
mabuti sana kung maitali natin ito para
"dili kabuhi ang kabuhi"
at naghanap na sila ng maitatali sa aking baywang
iba't -ibang babae... may kanya-kanyang dinaramdam
ngunit sama-sama para maibsan
ang sakit na dinaramdam ng isa
may taga takip sa aking hita
wag ka nang mahiya, puros naman tayo dito babae
may nagsasaing sa kusina
may taga takbo para kunin kung ano mang hingin ni Mana Bining.
Iba't ibang babae
sama-sama't tulong-tulong
para itali ang kabuhi
at paalisin ang panuhot at ayre.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Mothering from a distance... pastoring intimately
This week August 17-19, Mithi Andrea, Hiyas Isabella and Katha Amiel will be taking their First Periodical Exam without me pestering them to study. Are they relived that I'm not around to pester them? Do they miss my pestering?
Thanks to unlimited call services of cellphone companies, I could accompany my children as they study, eat with them, walk with them through school until they reach the doors of their classrooms, bid them goodbye with a kiss and a "God bless you!" Thanks to Facebook, I could monitor the growth and blossoming of my children from the pictures posted by their friends. I could watch them dance, hear them sing and cheer them up. All these are done from a distance.
At the end of the day, my arms still ache to hold them tight. My bosom longs to have their head snuggle in between my breast. My shoulders are empty without their head leaning on them or their arms wrapped around them. I could no longer tell them, "hindi ako sampayan ng nangangalay na braso, ano!" And even with that protest, my children would still hang their arms around my shoulder. Oh, how empty my shoulders are!
In their absence, I try to become a pastor to the church and be intimate with the lives of the members... I could lend my ear to their endless talks of marital woes (and reflect how I am going to resolve if I have the same marital problem as they have), exchange banters with mothers about our parental glitz, visit with those who are sick, bring communion to the elderly members of the church, struggle over preparing Sunday School lessons, liturgical order, songs which will respond to the current situation of the members.
It is rewarding to be intimate in pastoring the church... and now it is a challenge to mother from a distance.
Thanks to unlimited call services of cellphone companies, I could accompany my children as they study, eat with them, walk with them through school until they reach the doors of their classrooms, bid them goodbye with a kiss and a "God bless you!" Thanks to Facebook, I could monitor the growth and blossoming of my children from the pictures posted by their friends. I could watch them dance, hear them sing and cheer them up. All these are done from a distance.
At the end of the day, my arms still ache to hold them tight. My bosom longs to have their head snuggle in between my breast. My shoulders are empty without their head leaning on them or their arms wrapped around them. I could no longer tell them, "hindi ako sampayan ng nangangalay na braso, ano!" And even with that protest, my children would still hang their arms around my shoulder. Oh, how empty my shoulders are!
In their absence, I try to become a pastor to the church and be intimate with the lives of the members... I could lend my ear to their endless talks of marital woes (and reflect how I am going to resolve if I have the same marital problem as they have), exchange banters with mothers about our parental glitz, visit with those who are sick, bring communion to the elderly members of the church, struggle over preparing Sunday School lessons, liturgical order, songs which will respond to the current situation of the members.
It is rewarding to be intimate in pastoring the church... and now it is a challenge to mother from a distance.
sa dihang nanamin ang langit
1775 Anglican clergyman and hymnwriter John Newton wrote in a letter: 'It is no great matter where we are, provided we see that the Lord has placed us there, and that He is with us.' -Aug 17, today in Religious History
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