Posted by: zebra03 | November 5, 2008

God of Everlasting comfort

Isang pangyayari ang naganap sa opisina kagabi na nakakapaginit ng ulo..

Isang pagkakamali na nagawa ng inyong lingkod..

(may ibang mga masasakit pang salita ang hindi ko na po sinama)

Amo: Genesis! Ano ginawa mo dito?! Ang tagal tagal mo na dito, nagkakamali ka pa rin..

Ako: (tahimik lang na nakikinig sa amo..)

Amo: Bakit hindi mo nilagay ang mga to sa dapat paglagyan.. Bakit ganito..??!!

Ako: (tahimik pa rin pero nanggagalaiti na sa galit..) (typographical error lang naman pero Editor po kasi ang inyong lingkod kaya mahigpit na ipinagbabawal ang typo errors.. actually di siya typo error.. Format po ang sinasabing error ng amo..)

Amo: Hay!! Genesis!! Ano gagawin natin dyan..

Ako: (sa wakas nakahanap ng pagkakataon para magsalita..) Ginaya ko lang po yung huling nagupdate ng listing na yan..

Amo: (tumahimik bigla si amo.. tiningnan yung listing at kung sino at kalian inupdate.. at biglang..) ahh.. ok..

Ako: (GRRRRRRRR!!)

Gusto kong barahin ang amo dahil sa mga maaanghang na salita (na hindi nabanggit) na binitawan niya sakin.. Soplakin ang amo na “hindi muna tinitingnan ang ibang mga bagay bago buksan ang bibig” pero naalala ko ang sinabi ni kuya ño:

“Subukan niyong pakinggan ang sinasabi sa inyo ni Jesus! Baka may sinasabi siya.. hindi mo lang naririnig kasi maingay..”

At iyon nga po ang ginawa ng iyong lingkod.. tumahimik sandali.. at nagbitaw ng mga katagang..

“Lord, kausapin mo ko please!”

At ito ang pinarinig Niya sakin….

Suckerpunch

by Five Iron Frenzy..

Coke bottle glasses,
I’m sitting in the corner with my finger up my nose,
And my shoelaces untied again,
Another day of school with no friends.
A social outcast,
Two grades ahead in math,
with my highwater pants,
Giving meaning to pencil-necked-geek,
A dork or so to speak, tongue-in-cheek.

They’re all sucker-punching me,
Get in line for a wedgie.
All I want and all I need,
Is someone who believes in me.
A song sung for underdogs,
for all the left out.
A flag flying for losers,
somewhere in the Heavens.
The God of ever-lasting comfort,
believed in me,
Loved me when I was faithless,
he still died for me.

Junior High schooler
With pencils in my pockets,
and my Trapper Keeper busted,
Spilling papers and books on the floor,
Not wanting seventh grade anymore.
Another class-clown,
Acting like a goof to be accepted by my peers,
Giving meaning to pencil-necked-geek,
a dork or so to speak, tongue in cheek.

They’re all sucker-punching me,
Get in line for a wedgie.
All I want and all I need,
Is someone who believes in me.A song sung for underdogs,
for all the left out.
A flag flying for losers,
somewhere in the Heavens.
The God of ever-lasting comfort,
believed in me,
Loved me when I was faithless,
he still died for–

A song sung for underdogs,
for all the left out.
A flag flying for losers,
somewhere in the Heavens.
The God of ever-lasting comfort,
believed in me,
Loved me when I was faithless,
he still died for me.

 

Iyan po ang mga katagang pinarinig niya sakin (bold and underlined)… at saktong sakto na pagkaupo sa station ng iyong lingkod ay yan ang bumuluga sa tenga ko!! Saktong pre-chorus at chorus ang pinarinig Niya sakin!! Lupet!! Lupet talaga!! Napapikit ulit ako at napapray at napathank you ako!! Grabe!! Noong una hindi ko namalayan.. tapos parang biglang tumahimik tapos yang lines lang yang ang tumutunog.. ang lupet talaga.. Thank You Lord!!

Pakinggan niyo rin po yung kanta..

Salamat Jesus!! You are my Everlasting Comfort!!


Responses

  1. Gen,

    You’re right. Ang lupet nga!

    That was exactly the same feeling I had when I first realized that it was really God who was speaking to me and it was not my own imagination.

    Now, it seems that the way you hear God’s voice is through songs and music. That’s quite unique you know because not everyone hears God that way. So always consider that to be God’s personal gift to you by the Holy Spirit.

    I know I already told you that God apportioned (set apart just like Aaron) our family for the priestly service in Baclaran. It was not an accident that you hear God’s voice through music because that was part of our calling in church to preach, teach and worship (music) Christ.

    Every generation of our family line will always be judged or blessed by God depending our how each of us (in the family) respond to God’s calling. Tatay Genio was called and he answered. Lolo Jr and Lolo Galying was called and they answered. Si Nanay Delay, Mommy mo, Tito Gene were called and they answered. But it’s their generation and not ours. They will not be held responsible for the choices made by our generation now.

    Ikaw, si Gege, si Euro, si Neo and Ako are now answerable to this God whom our family served since the beginning. We are now responsible for our own generation. When we choose to listen, we will be blessed but when we choose to ignore it, we will all perish.

    So now I am teaching you now to choose to listen, to choose life over ignorance and death.

    Choose now.


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