Our Children are NOT Criminals! (My response to the House Bill lowering the age of criminal liability to 9 years old)

They are under attack! They’re being used as scapegoats in the government’s losing battle against well-connected mafias and drug lords. Their rights are being crushed because they are voiceless and vulnerable. Their future is being peddled in exchange for political gain and power. They’re being demonized by the monsters inhabiting the House of “pusoy.” The predators are out to exploit and destroy them if we, the adults that have the voice choose to be silent, cowardly, and heartless.

Will we fail our children yet again?

We have failed them when we let thieves rob this country, again and again, election after election. How could our country with its rich natural and manpower resources remain in poverty and darkness for so many years? Why have we empowered despots, crooks, liars, and idiots? How long are we going to play the helpless victims in the horror story we have recklessly written for ourselves? How could we live with ourselves when this evil bill is passed because we didn’t care enough to do something to stop it ?!

Will we do NOTHING? AGAIN?!

Will we let these impostors make criminals of our children? Only those with criminal minds can imagine that 9-year-olds can conceive, plan, and execute a murder, a robbery, a rape! Only those who have killed the child in their hearts can destroy the future of the poor and marginalized children of this country.

My youngest nephews are 9 and 13. I see in them the other Filipino children of their age. They love listening to a good story. They giggle at every funny joke. They dance hip-hop without any care in the world. They play the guitar and sing “Mundo” like they really get what it means. They ask hard questions about God and life, and everything that matters to them.  I see in them the dreamers and future builders of this country; the poets, storytellers, and artists that will nurture the soul of this nation; the good-doers that will shine their light on the darkness that this present generation has let pierce this country through their bad choices.

Our children are a glimmer of hope for our sad and dark republic. They are NOT the criminals in this country! It’s about time we name and run after the real criminals. Until they are convicted and thrown in jail, they will keep bullying, threatening, and endangering the lives of our children. And this country will remain poor, sick, and hopelessly lost! My countrymen, please speak out and fight for our children now and save this country from its fatal folly.

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Back to Blogging

Thanks to book author and blogger Tim Challies,  for his blog post, “Why You Shouldn’t Stop Blogging (or Why You Should Consider Starting”).  It reminded me that I do have a blog! This blog! And that it needs to be revived and put to good use especially at such a time as this.

Thanks to another book author and faithful blogger Grace Chong for the advice to “BLOG, Yna. No ifs, buts, or maybes.” Just blog.

Thanks to an FB friend, Bambi for making me believe that I live an “inspired life” that I can share through writing.

And thanks to my prayer partner, Nor for giving me a reason to keep plodding on so she can “follow [my] footsteps.”

Because of your encouraging words, I’m back to blogging!

But most of all, it’s because—

LIFE becomes more meaningful when its details are put into words.

EXPERIENCE becomes more relevant when shared with others.

WORDS come to life when strung together for a purpose.

STORIES connect our hearts and remind us that we’re not alone.

And perhaps I could make the most of my keyboard with just 300 words or more? Three times a week maybe? 

And perhaps I could  . . . 

Reach ten readers at least? Or a hundred, who knows?

And then perhaps I could . . .

Make someone smile? Or cry?

Or ask, “Why?”

Or whisper, “Aha!”

Or shout, “Amen!”

With a blog post, simple and true?

Yes, I think I’m back to blogging for good!

“Challenge your Heart”

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It’s a piece of advice from a friend who’s been teaching PE for many years. Although she said it in the context of walking for physical fitness, it resonated with me in a broader and deeper way.

“Challenge your heart, Yna.” I need to hear it at the start of the new year. It’s what I need to do every time I’m tempted to take the quick and easy route.

Whenever I feel lazy to rise up early to have my Quiet Time with God, I must challenge my heart and pull my lazybones out of the bed.

Whenever I feel bored with routines at work and at home, I must challenge my heart to snap out of the boredom and do what needs to be done.

Whenever I have ill feelings towards someone who provokes me to be mean, I must challenge my heart to respond with kindness instead.

When I feel hopeless about the darkness I sense hovering over the Philippines, I must challenge my heart to choose the path of hope and courage.

When other affections lure me away from the things that matter most, I must steer my heart to focus only on the essentials.

A prophet of old once wrote, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick” Jeremiah 17:9. I know that’s true about my own heart. That’s why I can’t agree with the secular world’s  mantra to “Follow your heart.”

“Challenge your heart, Yna.” Thank you, Ned, for your simple and wise advice. I will certainly do it in my walking exercises.  And, by God’s grace, I will also challenge my heart to stretch its capacity to dig deeper into the mystery of the Word; to love those people in my life that I’d rather ignore; to be brave when terror threatens in this country; and to be more joyful in the presence of her infinite Lover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DOWNPOUR

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Yesterday when the rains poured hard again, and at noontime today as the downpour seemed unstoppable, I couldn’t help but think about last week, at the Manila International Book Fair. In the wake of two impending typhoons throughout the week,  I anxiously prayed for good weather.  On the first two days of the fair we had moderate rain showers from 3pm onwards. But, by the grace of the One whose Voice all of creation heed, the typhoons changed their course, and the sun was up, and we saw no downpour on the next three days. Instead, we experienced a downpour of visitors –old friends (fellow “people of the Book”); new acquaintances, and curious strangers came to  our booth at Aisle I to “READiscover” with us the “Life-Changing Word; World-Changing Truth” we share through the books we publish and distribute. Also, we received a downpour of thanks and encouraging words for how we “inspire people through the printed word” (as a book fair guest posted on his Facebook timeline).

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This morning, at our midweek staff devotions at OMF Lit, we gathered to celebrate a record-breaking success at last week’s event.  Realizing what we had accomplished in just five days, I felt a sense of wonder and gratitude for the daily grace poured down on us at the book fair.

At lunchbreak, as I sat alone in my room and watched the pouring rain, I listened to my soul as it whispered, “Thank you, Abba, for granting a simple request from your child of feeble faith. And thank you for Your overwhelming downpour of grace.”

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Magic of a children’s book

I thought this day for me would end with a persisting headache, stiff shoulders, dry tired eyes, and a low spirit. But a quick visit to the office pantry before going home changed the mood of my day. Thanks to Leonie, our cashier at the Finance and Accounting  department. She greeted me shyly and said she had been meaning to tell me something but either kept forgetting or felt awkward to start a conversation.

In a soft voice, she said she realized only recently that I am the author of Ang Bagong Kaibigan ni Bing Butiki. All her four grown-up children loved the book, she said. When they were kids (and Leonie wasn’t with OMF Lit yet), they would keep asking her to read the book to them at bedtime. And being the loving mom, she would always oblige. So, my humble story of a house lizard jumping off the ceiling to make friends with a cute, little girl became  the favorite bedtime story of Leony’s four children.

I asked Leony how old are her children now. She said her eldest is 22 and her youngest 15! Wow!

All the physical pain I bore the whole day (and the few days before) miraculously vanished after that chat with Leony in the pantry. I was reminded once again that each children’s book —big or small, bestseller or not; award-winning or not—will reach the kids it’s meant to reach and touch their hearts in a magical, delightful, wonderful way! Especially when it’s written from that place in the writer’s heart that keeps dreaming and hoping.

 

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Brunch with Joshua

 

I had a memorable brunch this morning, not just because of the steamed rice with fried tulingan and fried egg, but mostly because I had a warm spontaneous conversation with my nephew-and-housemate Joshua who’s turning 21 on the 26th. He did most of the talking while I cherished the pleasure of just listening and occasionally asking questions.

He started talking about his concern for his BBC (best-buddy-and-cousin) Jireh who’s now confined in hospital because of a second-degree burn from a freak accident last night. We were both feeling sorry for Jireh and imagining the pain he’s going through. He remembers that Jireh loves tulingan and that Lola Paz would usually fry tulingan for Jireh and him when he spent summer vacations at Lola’s house in Lipa.

Joshua then told stories of his own share of childhood mishaps. He remembered when he was 7 or 8, he ran fast to his mom who was holding a cup of hot water, and the water spilled on his chest, and how it was so painful he cried. But, thankfully it was not that bad so they didn’t need to go to a hospital. I reminded him of the time I had to rush him to hospital because a playmate sprayed chemical on his eyes, they turned red and swollen. Two bottles of a certain solution (was that saline?) had to be continuously watered on his eyes to drain the chemical causing the irritation. And how, at another time, I had to rush him to the hospital again because he broke his temple when he hit his head hard on the faucet while taking a bath. Then, the classic childhood moment of imaginative super-heroism when he flew from the top step of our stairs and landed on the floor with a crash, but with no bruises or fractures, miraculously. His Tito Marvin who was a medical intern at that time saw it all and was stunned, he could still remember it vividly to this day.

Then we remembered Jireh’s super-hero moment when he was also 7 or 8. He imagined Lola Paz’s wooden rocking chair to be his horse, and he kept rocking and rocking it till it reached the edge of the top stairs and slid down, down, down by 8 steps or more till it stopped on the wooden floor, broken into pieces! As for the little boy, he was lost in his imaginary world, laughing unstoppably, with no clue about the accident that just happened. Miraculously, he had no bruise nor fracture. But his older sister, Janina, who saw it all, and his mom who rushed to the scene after hearing the crash, both panicked and couldn’t believe Jireh was not hurt a bit.

Joshua and I couldn’t help laughing remembering all these. I said to him I believe that angels assigned to playful boys like him and Jireh had to work double time, and always on alert mode.

From the topic of accidents, Joshua then talked about books, mostly about C.S. Lewis’s, maybe because he found just yesterday my long-lost C.S. Lewis collection hidden away in an old cabinet in our garage. I was surprised to know that I have both an old and new edition of Mere Christianity and Screwtape Letters. Joshua said he finds the new edition of Mere Christianity an easier read than the old edition maybe because it has bigger letters. He also said he’s glad he was forced to read all the books of Narnia in his high school English literature class and that he started enjoying reading these classics as a result. He said he plans to read them again soon. I told him a have a new set of Narnia  in the office and that I’ll take them home next week for him to read.

 

Then, Joshua talked a bit about first aid and how it should be taught to all adults so we know what to do in cases of emergency. He’s been volunteering with the Red Cross since a few months ago and is learning a lot from the experience and enjoying it much. I think he’s blest with the gift of helps.

He also said he thinks he’s an ambivert, but he prefers mingling in a small group than partying with a crowd. He said he tends to be selective of people he engages in conversation. I told him I’m an introvert forced to do extrovert activities at work, or in social functions. But that I have managed well and made friends in the process.

Somewhere in the middle of our happy conversation, Joshua mentioned that he has noticed how his female elders at home (that’s his mom and me!) have been having mood swings lately. But, he understands it could be because of stress at work, or menopause! No blaming, no complaining, just letting us go through the hormonal changes of getting older

The boy I used to read stories to has his own personal stories to tell. And he’ll have more as he enriches his life meeting more people, gaining more experience. I’m just glad that he’s still home with his mom and me, and that we still have conversations like this over Saturday brunch or Sunday lunches.

Some things just can’t be rushed

Did I really have to get sick for a few days to get back to personal writing? 

Staying in bed for the past three days made me realize that there are just some things in life that can’t be rushed. And, if we are to be honest, many of these are the things that really matter. Like . . .

  • healing — of sickness or heartache
  • resting — in bed . . . on a promise . . . in a good God
  • watching the sunset, or flowers in bloom, or dancing fountains, or frolicking children (or any object of beauty)
  • sleeping a good 8 hours or more . . .
  • sipping a bowl of hearty hot soup, or a cup of hot choco or coffee
  • digesting the food we eat
  • spending quality time with a loved one
  • engaging in thoughtful conversation
  • nurturing a relationship

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  • taking a walk
  • thinking, meditating, making an important decision
  • reading good literature or a moving personal testimony
  • writing . . . rewriting . . . editing one’s work
  • publishing a book
  • planting a tree and watching it grow
  • reaping a harvest
  • the passing of seasons
  • praying and listening to God
  • listening —  to people, to ourselves, to nature, to our favorite music
  • spiritual growth and transformation
  • creating a work of art
  • roasting “lechon” (roast suckling pig) to perfection 🙂
  • baking chocolate cake
  • mastering a skill
  • implementing change . . . making a difference
  • composing a song, a poem, or a love letter
  • making love with the love of your life
  • or, perhaps just giving unexpected love a chance . . .

True. Some things just can’t be rushed. Especially the things that truly matter. Those good and beautiful things that make waiting so much worthwhile.