<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953</id><updated>2024-09-02T03:31:20.582-07:00</updated><category term="Gospel Reflections"/><category term="Steps we take in life"/><category term="Food For Thought"/><title type="text">Creative Reflections</title><subtitle type="html"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5090270198848431372</id><published>2012-04-30T02:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T02:26:53.035-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflection</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;
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John 10:11-18&lt;/div&gt;
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As I listened to the Gospel, the first part made me realize about having the sense of 'ownership.' If we have this value integrated in us, then we could also follow Jesus' example. The Gospel said, 'A hired man...leaves the sheep and runs away' all because it was not his. In work, we are all 'hired,' paid to do our work. If we remained as 'hired men' then when trouble comes, we'll all run away. The Gospel did not say it's a sin, but a human action--a natural result if we 'only work for pay and have no concern for the sheep.' But, then the question comes now: how do gain concern? Again, as I have pointed out--the sense of 'ownership.' If we LOVE our work we will have a sense of 'ownership' for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the good shepherd,&lt;br /&gt;and I know mine and mine know me,&lt;br /&gt;just as the Father knows me and I know the Father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Jesus tells us that He himself is responsible for the sheep. In a work place, us being the sheep should also be taken care of the shepherd-our employers. This concept also proves true to any circumstances. It tells me that I need to understand something or someone better and deeper that I may also be understood. You have to be an open book to the those whom you wish to serve for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will lay down my life for the sheep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase always put me into silence. To give ones life for others is no easy task, not even close to being a hint in your head. But last night when I talked with my father, he told that he'd be willing to give his own life or what's left with it (if it's enough to barter with) just to give us the life he failed to give us. I was speechless. I was in tears. It was possible to give ones life, if you love them that much. And God loves us that much. &lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5090270198848431372/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-gospel-reflection_30.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5090270198848431372" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5090270198848431372" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-gospel-reflection_30.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflection" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5Tvhj9TtVHTZFcqli_fC4EjSEMRPxqyUpoTZMV8dy8uAXvxnBdveV33veo90IBrF9tClnv5GJC7kSFJzjQV4jf8J_vqes2XBo8YrO3aubj-BjNw3xD4mHhyr2Xko_OHwqfniVk69ju0/s72-c/sacrifice.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-339840763837501171</id><published>2012-04-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T23:29:29.536-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food For Thought"/><title type="text">Food For Thought</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ypBZgYhuMqSNQdjrYrYuodmxFntRjG9ZUN-jeVSwD_0jZKaWVR0BcJXwNrfVE3c6kBaKjL06re2esh7xm48wDD31n1y6fSNBYFS3jxtvjqYa9lS_dMpQjmV1MwtiDxXgkQs9pedhcSQ/s1600/FunnyOldMan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ypBZgYhuMqSNQdjrYrYuodmxFntRjG9ZUN-jeVSwD_0jZKaWVR0BcJXwNrfVE3c6kBaKjL06re2esh7xm48wDD31n1y6fSNBYFS3jxtvjqYa9lS_dMpQjmV1MwtiDxXgkQs9pedhcSQ/s320/FunnyOldMan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Feed Your Mind; Feed Your Soul&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Chili Davis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a quote that came close to what I want to point out. Yesterday, I came across a student of mine, which I just realized that she was when she greeted me. Upon looking at her face, my only impression was, "Hey, I know this girl!" Luckily, an unconscious wit came out and I said her name correctly. After the encounter I realized that she was my student two years ago. 'My Gulay! Two years ago!' And she had grown so big. I could say that she's already grown to be a beautiful young lady; from a child to a young lady! And I bet she has also improved a lot intellectually. In short, she has grown a lot and only in two years of time. Now...how about me?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I grown this past two years? Am I still worth being called her teacher? This are just some of the questions I asked myself after our encounter. I realized that even when you reach a certain age that people may label as the peak of wisdom--growth is still inevitable if you would like to be as wise as you are or were.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, how much have you grown lately?</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/339840763837501171/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-thought_27.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/339840763837501171" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/339840763837501171" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-thought_27.html" rel="alternate" title="Food For Thought" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ypBZgYhuMqSNQdjrYrYuodmxFntRjG9ZUN-jeVSwD_0jZKaWVR0BcJXwNrfVE3c6kBaKjL06re2esh7xm48wDD31n1y6fSNBYFS3jxtvjqYa9lS_dMpQjmV1MwtiDxXgkQs9pedhcSQ/s72-c/FunnyOldMan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-8712322943064619904</id><published>2012-04-27T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T02:39:15.831-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food For Thought"/><title type="text">Food For Thought</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Feed Your Soul; Feed Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"The Tree is Known by its Fruit"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(zab's version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tree is recognized by its own fruit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Luke 6:44)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a thought came up to me when I was overlooking at a coconut tree near the school's gymnasium. People say, especially when they relate it to a person, that you'll know what kind of a father or a parent is through its child or children and vise versa, like a tree is known from its fruit. You'll know a good father if the child is good or a bad father if the child is bad, something like that. But I think we can also associate it with what we do or produce.&lt;/div&gt;
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A good presentation comes from a prepared presenter which entails that he or she is efficient. An artistic well-crafted quality wooden chair could only be produced by an extremely skilled master 'handicraftsman' or carpenter. Likewise, a poorly made assignment could come from a negligent student or probably a troubled one.&lt;/div&gt;
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We could also make it broader: A well disciplined, patriotic and dignified citizen could only come from a 'GREAT' country. A 'GREAT,' well-organized and corrupt-free country could only be produced by a God-fearing, dignified and uncorrupted government.&lt;/div&gt;
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So, let me ask you, what have you produced lately?&lt;/div&gt;
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And, from which country are you from?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/8712322943064619904/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-though.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/8712322943064619904" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/8712322943064619904" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-though.html" rel="alternate" title="Food For Thought" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO4VjDgU6tZaHAl_BUxtc1jNKxdk9K1NK3liZR1tlmNd-qhl0ZuVjHh4FAaxckLkaqwQkwXzonHEcHo_oKng7ThyphenhyphenJGiP6YPGDXe3QFGlKy-9_siYIldwX9w8PN9Pc6D7juX_DeEU_uyQ/s72-c/coconut-tree.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-3397879441543754717</id><published>2012-04-24T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T21:12:02.569-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food For Thought"/><title type="text">Food For Thought</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I just got a notion about the quotation above: "You are what you eat." I believe it's true enough. If you eat too much meat, your body would lack vitamins-your muscles becomes fragile. When you eat vegetables but lack meat, I'd say you'll turn out vegetable as well. Well, I'm no expert in these, But think about this: if you feed on bad ideas, will you get good ideas? If you feed on bad habits, will you get good habits? The same as: if you go with alcoholic people, can you not drink? If you go with sinners, can you not sin? Well, we are all sinners as a matter of fact. But if get my point, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;
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What will you feed yourself?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/3397879441543754717/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3397879441543754717" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3397879441543754717" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/food-for-thought.html" rel="alternate" title="Food For Thought" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbfRouo8KMcTkQzb2qpJDXS4xeuohTqqCAViUyKtGTsK2GVWvkupDTi4OkTLc6ZE9F48pSOWfSpHUUQp-WKDfvwrp1ca7JKvGDdjlSiSLyPwgBeJtAnlxjQpvKIj3U4wj1B2vI14Jgcs/s72-c/you+are+what+you+eat.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-7132004516512296670</id><published>2012-04-24T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T20:47:12.368-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflection</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Unsure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Luke 24: 35-48&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was listening to the Gospel, I realized that 'ghosts are real!' Just kidding. Well, that's not really the point. Though this Gospel could be a biblical basis for the materialization of ghosts. But what I really would like to point at is how the disciples reacted upon seeing Jesus. They were 'terrified,' afraid of what they had seen. &lt;b&gt;Even disciples have doubts in their heart&lt;/b&gt;. They even thought that it could have been a ghost of some sort.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude is true to us all. We say 'YES' to every or most if not all to what our preacher would tell us or that what we have read in the Bible. But then, that 'YES' that we proclaim comes with "if's" and "reality checks." We would say, "if that would be the case, then yes..." or "Yes, if..." or "...but in reality..." or "...yes, but only people with..." All of these are half-hearted statements. Our 'YES' are surrounded with &lt;b&gt;ambivalence&lt;/b&gt;. We are not sure of what we are saying; maybe our 'YES' was only a drive of our current emotional state during that time but not really internalized. In short, &lt;b&gt;we are unsure&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our 'YES' was actually a 'MAYBE.' The disciples, even though they lived with Jesus, heard His promises first-hand and seen His miracles, had their faith shaken in just a split second. What more for us?&lt;/div&gt;
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But just like what Jesus had said as well, &lt;b&gt;"blessed are those who have not seen but believed."&lt;/b&gt; Jesus knew very much the fragility of human faith, thus He made His own way to strengthen it. What is left is the question, are we willing? Do we grab this opportunity? Then we not only feel it but live it, place it deep in our hearts, and say 'YES' whole-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/7132004516512296670/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-gospel-reflection.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/7132004516512296670" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/7132004516512296670" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-gospel-reflection.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflection" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8b1lJazrbkJTrrgIayUJ0AKZv_FYsiYlc_OYuLmzP14CNvtxqQv-trq1zE2gvJSRUn4-rQ-NAH1kpArKAV9wmf3eKuUO0juEz_8_yRGNS-4mOTSVkSqJ4e249bJVMAdM79w70w10QDY/s72-c/unsure.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5789433675466537753</id><published>2012-03-05T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T02:44:57.331-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steps we take in life"/><title type="text">Steps we take in life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Fifth Step&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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The fifth step is the detour. Well, it is not an actual step in which one would take a higher progress in life; detours actually occurs in every step. They're just there; a constant fork in ones path, giving you the choice weather to walk through it or not. Though as every step gets tougher the more these detours will look exactly like the real step: making it even more confusing as we go through this &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not all negative. Detours are not there to make things more difficult, they are there to affirm us that we are still taking the right path or the path that we have chosen for our &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt;. In reality, detours are either positive or negative. It's up to the person weather his experience of it will be for his own growth or downfall.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a concrete view of a detour. It'll look exactly like the original step: the foothold in which you are currently stepping in, like a mirror. You will be caught into it if you are not looking closely into were you are currently in--lack of FOCUS. Then you'd go traversing it as if you are going through the next step. But then you'll realize (may it be sooner or later, depending in each individual's perceptiveness) that instead of going up you are actually going in circles or even down. If you'd try to trace your step back, it'll be pointless cause everything looks exactly the same. Thus, your only resolve is to go through it once you've realize you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch. Detours basically goes back to the main road or in this sense, to the original step. But as you go through it, different lures are set in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lure is the feeling of going up or taking in a new step. Detours attack the feeling, the emotion rather than the physical. The physical damage are done soley by you in a subtle manner then grows. It's like a wound cut shallowly then becomes life threatening. The 'feel good' sensation of breaking through a new ground is the weapon of the first lure. It's like a reflection of what you've always wanted but it's not and yet you'll take it 'feeling' that it is. Again, it attacks the emotion--feelings in this sense. No one would ever deny that what he or she feels is superficial. You will be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lure. Attraction or the Tease. Once your feelings had been engulf it will tease you more making you chase it. Picture out these scenario: A man together with his girl at the seashore. The girl flirts around making the boy chase after her, and they would chase each other along the shore line. To a passerby it'll look sweet and flirtatious--normal to lovers-nothing seems wrong. The lure is the girl and you'll be the guy chasing after her. She would portray a hard-to-get girl and you'll toy around this feeling prolonging the captivity. You will be hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third lure. The guilt. It's like someone who is in sugar free diet (if there's such a thing) and munching a bar of sweet deluxe chocolate--a guilty pleasure. It's like the advertisement cliché 'sinfully good.' You'll have the feeling that there's something wrong, might be wrong, a twitch or an itchy feeling--too subtle that you really can't bring it full out but it's there and yet you go on munching and 'feeling good.' This is the break or take part. Recognize that 'something wrong' feeling and somehow you'll realize you're not in your right track; if not then you will be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lures are set. To some, it may even be more depending on the &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt; you're working through. it can even be more complex or plain. But it'll all ends to that third lure at which point a subtle alarm will ring from behind giving you that narrow chance to escape the cycle of detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden experience lies in when you've freed your self from captivity. It will be the feeling of seeing a light at the end of a long dark tunnel. There can be millions of realization that can be mustered in the experience of detours, but I'm sure one common realization is that a line never runs straight but through a series of crooked swerving dots. You can never create a fine line through success without going through a series of swerving here and there.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5789433675466537753/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/03/steps-we-take-in-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5789433675466537753" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5789433675466537753" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2012/03/steps-we-take-in-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Steps we take in life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbZB9UCC02lzn7Aa_XfhbegGclcoiVGLSd20acjSdia_s94mG5a7LY8DrFFJDoTqRJpJ5z6tldk8kqBLaTDj8v8lP-GMXO9sAQuVb3KazLjU6A7f-7-guLD1PSi_m27uh_6Gupw3DnOk/s72-c/street+detour+sign.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-2036496230764896537</id><published>2011-05-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:52:18.011-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpH3dwPuwxJqQM0aZInKttSln6Ue8_ygfSJ0GH62tJt0_dKrTwZ4wxAonOi6AghhBSWmbqiicOvA0JKxz8sIR6lDOGcI7EdhmDcdD2qN22iMrdeZkVeMrJo2DxRHlTN7M4bO0ckQwTmE/s1600/blinded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpH3dwPuwxJqQM0aZInKttSln6Ue8_ygfSJ0GH62tJt0_dKrTwZ4wxAonOi6AghhBSWmbqiicOvA0JKxz8sIR6lDOGcI7EdhmDcdD2qN22iMrdeZkVeMrJo2DxRHlTN7M4bO0ckQwTmE/s320/blinded.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gospel Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blinded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Luke 24:13-35&lt;br /&gt;
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Like Cleophas and his friend, we talk about our faith openly with one another; we are proud of how it had changed us or how it showed us the right way. We become so engrossed with what is written in the Holy Scriptures and what has been told to us, too engrossed that even when Jesus himself would come and enter our lives we fail to recognize His presence.&lt;br /&gt;
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At times I too am blinded with my own prejudices. I become conceited and self-assured; I'm like a cup that is too full to accept new water. I would shunt people's criticism and personal understanding of the teachings in defense of my own, when this should have been my line of action.&lt;br /&gt;
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Each of us became Cleophas and his friend from time to time. It is only natural, but still we should not be compromised by this reason alone, we should act like what Cleophas and his friend did when their eyes had been opened and realize that it was Jesus all along who had been with them: Cleophas and his friend went about and proclaimed what happened to them, what they have witnessed reminding all of us to keep vigil and to keep an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning, as I hear Mass together with my colleagues in work at the Our Lady of Atonement Cathedral in Baguio, I realized something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may not be in line with the Gospel, nevertheless it was what I realized while hearing the Mass. The Catholic Church is like Jesus or rather presents Jesus like a friend who happened to approached us not to drag us out of our community but rather to be one with us and slowly enlighten us of the truth through His faithful love. Many people still questions the practices of us as Catholic Christians because they perceived that what we our practicing is not written in the Holy Scriptures, but what other basis could be their for our practices but what was left to us by our forefathers: the Bible; all others are help to make us closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Mother's Day to all mothers. Mothers are the first person who showed us and make us feel love. They are also the one who first taught us about Jesus and so our faith had been sowed.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/2036496230764896537/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-gospel-reflections_07.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/2036496230764896537" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/2036496230764896537" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-gospel-reflections_07.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpH3dwPuwxJqQM0aZInKttSln6Ue8_ygfSJ0GH62tJt0_dKrTwZ4wxAonOi6AghhBSWmbqiicOvA0JKxz8sIR6lDOGcI7EdhmDcdD2qN22iMrdeZkVeMrJo2DxRHlTN7M4bO0ckQwTmE/s72-c/blinded.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-320170711538595733</id><published>2011-05-01T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:04:50.796-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdmU6Doi3Sa3puoGASNWh1V2GqGMAaS03Y6aYDnMdIdVfD6Yxv3x6N1wFj_Rs_yjvrx-ImLcm2hvKMCWuddZAQhcF8c7k8X2SCVhFHaVlPZkro2MSYz4woqcXYFSsVCwJYEpdcYqPKgw/s1600/faithful+eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdmU6Doi3Sa3puoGASNWh1V2GqGMAaS03Y6aYDnMdIdVfD6Yxv3x6N1wFj_Rs_yjvrx-ImLcm2hvKMCWuddZAQhcF8c7k8X2SCVhFHaVlPZkro2MSYz4woqcXYFSsVCwJYEpdcYqPKgw/s320/faithful+eyes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gospel Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Faithful Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jn 20: 19-31&lt;br /&gt;
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To see is to believe: This is what Thomas had in his heart when he had heard about the resurrection of Jesus. This is also true with us. We want to see first, we want to be assured through physical appearance, we want proof. But it is not what we want that is always the best. Jesus said, 'Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe.' The formula that we have created for faith was: proof = belief = faith. This is why we indulge ourselves so much into signs, though Jesus did not abhor this for He knows how weak a man's faith is. But what he did was to honor those who have not seen and yet believed in Him. Wouldn't it be better if we recreate the formula for our faith so that we may truly see Him? As I reflect, we should believe first that we may have faith, and through faith we will all see His love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Idealy, it is easy to say but more than difficult to constantly inculcate in ones personality. It is like stabbing yourself with a blunt stick. Personally, I struggle with believing. Believing that what I have faith in is true. In our Catholic belief, our faith is helped with so many things but the same things may also trigger ones confusion. This is true to me, not that I am confused but only that as I observe they do not always help grow ones faith. As I personally see it, all our practices should lead us more closely to God's loving grace. If any of it will move us away from this, then I would suggest stopping it. We should always remember that all of our acts should lead us to Be more like Jesus, to believe so that we may have faith then we may see.&lt;br /&gt;
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The formula&amp;nbsp; is also true not only in our faith but also in our relationship with one another. Husbands should believe in their wives that they may have faith in them and so see how much their wives truly care. The same also with the wives; believe in your husbands that you may have faith in them and see their undying loyalty. Not only to husbands and wives but also to those who are at first stage of building a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is good to see but it is better to have faith first and through it we will all see; through the eyes of faith.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/320170711538595733/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-gospel-reflections.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/320170711538595733" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/320170711538595733" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-gospel-reflections.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdmU6Doi3Sa3puoGASNWh1V2GqGMAaS03Y6aYDnMdIdVfD6Yxv3x6N1wFj_Rs_yjvrx-ImLcm2hvKMCWuddZAQhcF8c7k8X2SCVhFHaVlPZkro2MSYz4woqcXYFSsVCwJYEpdcYqPKgw/s72-c/faithful+eyes.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-2566566842397945198</id><published>2011-04-30T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:59:39.857-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steps we take in life"/><title type="text">Steps we take in life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGQA0b8OKvBrXuE0uKjWLscsqr8EXGEvo2V7YRGg9Eyvke9x3evqHhNQeSQSSIJbm_IJ-WdHkvAsizbGJJjQybk8_UeVo6-8kROHF5eOEH-PuMVH5-H1zWjEdiF1y1H8mZjcccnzzoHc/s1600/False+Stairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGQA0b8OKvBrXuE0uKjWLscsqr8EXGEvo2V7YRGg9Eyvke9x3evqHhNQeSQSSIJbm_IJ-WdHkvAsizbGJJjQybk8_UeVo6-8kROHF5eOEH-PuMVH5-H1zWjEdiF1y1H8mZjcccnzzoHc/s320/False+Stairs.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fourth Step&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The fourth step is the loose step. I would personally call this one the false foothold. We fall victim to this step when we blindly focus at the peak. We become blinded by our goal's shining glory thus we forget about what we are stepping on. We gave in to the assumption that we are climbing a perfectly stable steps, but the truth is that it is as unpredictable as the weather. We may see it as a stable ground where everyone that had traversed it made it to the top unscathed.Though that is only the facade, behind it are the cataclysmic objects.&lt;br /&gt;
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The question comes from its knowledge: "Now that I know it, I'll focus on it to avoid getting drawn into my goal or better yet, skip it and reach the fifth step." Both are plausible solutions, only if it were to be true. The mere fact that I called the false foothold is that it'll give two false security.&lt;br /&gt;
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First False: Overcoming the third step will definitely give you a certain level of confidence, making you believe that you can make it. That is all good. But as you reach for the fourth, it'll boost this confidence or rather you will think that your confidence has reach a higher level making you 'over confident.' This will result to an adrenalin rush or the 'itch' for the fortune--your goal. Your tendency then is to look high and up; lingering the thought of gaining that goal. You're counting off your blessings even without taking hold of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Second False: Once you have been injected with the boost of confidence it will then inflict you the belief that it is perfectly strong--strong enough to hold you. The result is that you will trust it. Your worry will be erased, thus making you step on it full-weight giving you the momentum for a dash--reach for the goal sensation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Skipping step is not an option. Every journey is traversed inch by inch. It's not a law that I have set, but rather a universal law that each man should follow without question. A person cannot skip the day he's about to wake up into without going through it. So, like it or not everyone has to make the fourth step.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once you have been allured by the False Securities, your dilemma starts. The foothold you once thought secured will suddenly crash as you step on it. The weight in which you exert (is also the mirror of how much you have been allured) will determine the damage done to you. You will be hurt and at the same time trapped. You will be discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;
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Discouragement is one of the deadliest enemy in the venture for &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt;. Your only hope is either be empowered by others or you use your own coping skills against discouragement. Though for your coping skills to be effected should be rooted in values--a strong and steady set of values.&lt;br /&gt;
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To go through the fourth step effectively or with minimal 'injuries' is to stay &lt;b&gt;FOCUSED&lt;/b&gt;. Focus on what you are doing now, on what you have, and what is happening. Your goal should have been implanted at the back of your mind and should not linger on the price you'll be taking. Your attention should be on the steps you are making, because in whatever manner you make each step determines the &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt; you will have at the end.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/2566566842397945198/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/04/steps-we-take-in-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/2566566842397945198" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/2566566842397945198" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/04/steps-we-take-in-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Steps we take in life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGQA0b8OKvBrXuE0uKjWLscsqr8EXGEvo2V7YRGg9Eyvke9x3evqHhNQeSQSSIJbm_IJ-WdHkvAsizbGJJjQybk8_UeVo6-8kROHF5eOEH-PuMVH5-H1zWjEdiF1y1H8mZjcccnzzoHc/s72-c/False+Stairs.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5431377065925562864</id><published>2011-04-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:02:11.053-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3Aax9Hwb692WPT5CnK4Nq_VCz-gY8g8o4UC6Yuvc8LiX3YoOz_tCo3Qbdlshd9-ieEzME8vbOaKJuZcAWNWVz9wAxp3j2Xkv-ZlhDKlc0_LTV4KUxywyFLTB5RXkdYrO5TwuVkt7TEA/s1600/caution-hard-lesson-ahead-300x276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3Aax9Hwb692WPT5CnK4Nq_VCz-gY8g8o4UC6Yuvc8LiX3YoOz_tCo3Qbdlshd9-ieEzME8vbOaKJuZcAWNWVz9wAxp3j2Xkv-ZlhDKlc0_LTV4KUxywyFLTB5RXkdYrO5TwuVkt7TEA/s1600/caution-hard-lesson-ahead-300x276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;/Gospel/ Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, this reflections should be on Sundays. But the event's in one's life can be so unpredictable. Here's what happened during the past weeks since my last Sunday Gospel Reflection, I have it summarized in a sentence: I was too focused on my goals. Yes, I admit it. I was distant from my religious obligations the past week even during the Holy Week. I was utterly Spiritually Absent. Though I had my fasting and kept a pious night. Though my evening prayers were nothing but telling God about my plans, plans and plans. I was so engulf into it that I even assured myself that God will answer them--even when I'm not doing my own obligations to Him. I was acting out like this way: "Grant my wish before I'll follow." Yap, I agree, it was pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But God is a great teacher, and when He teaches His lessons he make sure His pupil will never forget it. To make it short, He taught me one valuable lesson: you are NOTHING without me, by bringing my plans into the trash bin. Then I realized and remembered a Bible passage the goes like this, '...seek Him first and everything shall come after...' My plans fulfillment should be centered on Him and not on me, as all of our plans should. Once you become God's disciple, which comes by accepting Him, you should let Him lead you in everything that you do. This is what I have learned and so I passed in on to you; my own way of constantly reminding myself and my way of telling you to avoid doing the same thing. God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Creative Reflections 2011 Creatively Reflected&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5431377065925562864/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-gospel-reflections.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5431377065925562864" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5431377065925562864" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-gospel-reflections.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3Aax9Hwb692WPT5CnK4Nq_VCz-gY8g8o4UC6Yuvc8LiX3YoOz_tCo3Qbdlshd9-ieEzME8vbOaKJuZcAWNWVz9wAxp3j2Xkv-ZlhDKlc0_LTV4KUxywyFLTB5RXkdYrO5TwuVkt7TEA/s72-c/caution-hard-lesson-ahead-300x276.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5243156259862737700</id><published>2011-01-31T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:27:54.781-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMfZPehHkDWp1vA2ldRA23eGzsGbVTzaTPVT-IcWVjqy3XNVA9BHhd5wP3UHB7n0tK-whscCDEo5n97z62g0B9A7WqOc7VVdQ0Ule39YLOZ12s_T0QRfMSvRyCD_NHv8LX-BSsfkG0X0/s1600/PlannedGiving-ist2_609093-growth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMfZPehHkDWp1vA2ldRA23eGzsGbVTzaTPVT-IcWVjqy3XNVA9BHhd5wP3UHB7n0tK-whscCDEo5n97z62g0B9A7WqOc7VVdQ0Ule39YLOZ12s_T0QRfMSvRyCD_NHv8LX-BSsfkG0X0/s320/PlannedGiving-ist2_609093-growth2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gospel Reflection&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A SELFLESS DUTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mt 1-12&lt;br /&gt;
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I was too tired to write anything yesterday. I was still recuperating from the work we had last Saturday and the other two restless days before that. I just realize that the bigger the effort you give to plant a sensitive tree the sweetest the fruit will be. In connection with last Sunday's Gospel, the beatitudes: it simply says that those who are lacking will be filled. A tree will be filled by the planter, and the planter will be filled with God's grace for his stewardship and patience. Truly, blessed are those who work for the kingdom and those who work with virtue. These were the things I witnessed during our practice and the actual presentation. I was just touched on how a head teacher and also one of the point persons during the activity, gave away her shirt to be rag to wipe the stage floor as to avoid accidents. This simple gesture of dedication and concern really sparkle in my eyes. I was on the verge of giving up that virtue can live with reality, but upon witnessing this simplicity I was reawakened- virtue can truly live with reality. Accept our shortcomings, work to cover it up using virtue, and lift it all up, then we will all be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Creative Reflections 2011 Creatively Reflected</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5243156259862737700/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_31.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5243156259862737700" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5243156259862737700" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_31.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMfZPehHkDWp1vA2ldRA23eGzsGbVTzaTPVT-IcWVjqy3XNVA9BHhd5wP3UHB7n0tK-whscCDEo5n97z62g0B9A7WqOc7VVdQ0Ule39YLOZ12s_T0QRfMSvRyCD_NHv8LX-BSsfkG0X0/s72-c/PlannedGiving-ist2_609093-growth2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-6373907157856941025</id><published>2011-01-23T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:50:12.554-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2o2d-YAjJh_vxcDnbO4CeWHqy5WWhHyRJLmCu_EBYnLXNnJR9Scal4eyCMzr90QxsaLpAyU5DK5cg-VE2Rl-RQPCaY_BMFvdrg_kISxd8uVxMFRYDTnDTK-bUKsZerIeN3XqmuDiFEUg/s1600/praying-with-open-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2o2d-YAjJh_vxcDnbO4CeWHqy5WWhHyRJLmCu_EBYnLXNnJR9Scal4eyCMzr90QxsaLpAyU5DK5cg-VE2Rl-RQPCaY_BMFvdrg_kISxd8uVxMFRYDTnDTK-bUKsZerIeN3XqmuDiFEUg/s320/praying-with-open-hands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gospel Reflection&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;BORN TO SHARE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jn 1: 29-34&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week I was not able to attend Mass and to write my reflection about the Gospel. Today, I'll admit that once again I was not able to attend Mass. Whatever my reasons are it'll not suffice as an excuse, because Sunday Mass is an obligation. As I read the gospel to today, I was faced again of my lack of faith. The event that I chose not to attend Mass is already a sign of faithlessness. As much as I would like to be considered a humble servant just like John in the Gospel: admitting his worthlessness before God even if he was known with esteem to man, I would be a mockery. Even if countless of times I pray to God and telling Him that I am his humble servant yet I cannot show this in the least of my choices, actions and thoughts, it would mean nothing-a superficial self-proclamation. Though, still John showed me a way. He is telling us to be witnesses. We are called to be a witness of God's triumph, grace and mercy. At the least we can do is to step by step imbue this into our nature. If as of now, my faith couldn't carry my feet to attend regularly, then at least I could share to all my struggle in faith that they may see how God works in our lives.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/6373907157856941025/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_7736.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/6373907157856941025" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/6373907157856941025" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_7736.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2o2d-YAjJh_vxcDnbO4CeWHqy5WWhHyRJLmCu_EBYnLXNnJR9Scal4eyCMzr90QxsaLpAyU5DK5cg-VE2Rl-RQPCaY_BMFvdrg_kISxd8uVxMFRYDTnDTK-bUKsZerIeN3XqmuDiFEUg/s72-c/praying-with-open-hands.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-3008831202966657874</id><published>2011-01-23T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:49:33.027-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD24_93pCUJ-5i_GF9m9XJsB_aZV9hgToW6GK42gCbf21d8bLRcDBLqwVF0tHO3qTVYAKJTTchQEx1329V0fTePC3jhq5W_O_fu8Jo4_zP2bQ1k_fJbiH4e2MfKVNNR-GlsVTkr6klP1Y/s1600/theatre-mask1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD24_93pCUJ-5i_GF9m9XJsB_aZV9hgToW6GK42gCbf21d8bLRcDBLqwVF0tHO3qTVYAKJTTchQEx1329V0fTePC3jhq5W_O_fu8Jo4_zP2bQ1k_fJbiH4e2MfKVNNR-GlsVTkr6klP1Y/s320/theatre-mask1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gospel Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;MASKING IT UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jn 1:19–28&lt;br /&gt;
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It is actually Monday already, but somehow I couldn't sleep. Something was bothering me, keeping my mind in a state of turmoil, and bothering me with unnecessary thoughts. After a while, I realize that it had been Sunday. Not that I have forgotten it totally. In fact, a few hours ago we, my best friend and I, passed by a church while we were wondering here and there. Guilty that I am, I didn't even bother to invite him to attend the Mass as I was to preoccupied with wasting my time roaming around the mall. So, maybe my sub-conscious mind is telling to make up for that loss I have to wake up and read the Sunday's Gospel. Though I Know it does not work that way. I have missed the Mass, and that's it. No more self-justification.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this is exactly what the Gospel wanted to say, at least for me: No more pretension. It's telling me that I don't have to pretend that I am writing this reflection to show people that I am God-fearing and 'holy' just because I had been a seminarian before.&lt;br /&gt;
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No.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is asking me, why? Why are you writing this? What is your reason?&lt;br /&gt;
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My answer is, the one that really comes first out of my mind is a concrete 'I don't know.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, second and third reasons are: to share and to write.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing else. Others that are pouring out right now are all sugar-coated self-justifications. All of those are lies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am as ordinary as anyone else; struggling with my faith, hoping that with this I can save still what is left.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, it's not only me nor John had this struggle deep down in our minds and hearts. Every one of us is experiencing this, and just like John, we should stop pretending. Stop wearing that mask and show to world who you are: an empty vessel ready to filled with God's Spirit. Because that is what we should really be.&lt;br /&gt;
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I promise you, being who you are is refreshing. I am quite refreshed right now and ready to sleep.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/3008831202966657874/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_7892.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3008831202966657874" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3008831202966657874" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_7892.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD24_93pCUJ-5i_GF9m9XJsB_aZV9hgToW6GK42gCbf21d8bLRcDBLqwVF0tHO3qTVYAKJTTchQEx1329V0fTePC3jhq5W_O_fu8Jo4_zP2bQ1k_fJbiH4e2MfKVNNR-GlsVTkr6klP1Y/s72-c/theatre-mask1.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-1588199867518532350</id><published>2011-01-23T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:48:10.040-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9mGS08Cwk4p7qrBOrfVgOfxO24t1aRRs8coJWf_HpZqcB10ybVZ8d8JUeOMyjjTlZFNd9b5zR7uBfsiq8sFxrWT5LlozigZjYejVpPh4mVPE9bKTbEGxbxHoPncki2mWGWo7YbIJ63o/s1600/Dad+and+son+walking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9mGS08Cwk4p7qrBOrfVgOfxO24t1aRRs8coJWf_HpZqcB10ybVZ8d8JUeOMyjjTlZFNd9b5zR7uBfsiq8sFxrWT5LlozigZjYejVpPh4mVPE9bKTbEGxbxHoPncki2mWGWo7YbIJ63o/s1600/Dad+and+son+walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gospel Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A WALK WITH MY FATHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mt 2:13-15, 19-23&lt;br /&gt;
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The Gospel today highlighted the role of Joseph as the husband of Mary and as a foster father of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;
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When one would assume the life of Jesus in his prophetic work together with the apostles, we would seldom encounter Jesus addressing Joseph as his father but rather God Himself as his father. Then we would question, what's Joseph's role in the big scheme of God?&lt;br /&gt;
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Joseph was the foundation of Jesus. He was many times addressed as the son of a carpenter. In addition, Jesus too grew up as a carpenter being the apprentice of Joseph. He has to learn the trade of his father Joseph as was a custom long ago. With this, we then can say that whatever virtue and values Joseph has had been embedded in Jesus himself. Thus the very role that Joseph had accomplished and what all fathers, husbands and all men seeking to have a family should put on as a perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;
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A father should not only work for the security and safety of the family but also for the well-being of his sons and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning while I was having my road work, I saw a man jogging together with his son. Although I couldn't hear it, I can say that the boy's father is encouraging him to keep up. Whenever the boy would slow down and walk his father will slow down as well but keeping his rhythm, showing his son not to give up. Seeing them together gave me a blast of encouragement to do more of my road work. It reminded of how my very own father worked with his sweat and blood just to sustain our daily living. Even though at that time we seldom see him, as he was working abroad, I could hear him telling us that a man should sacrifice everything for his family. Just like what Jesus did to all of us. Jesus forgo of his personal grief and gave himself up to atone for our sins. Agape.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a blessed morning.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/1588199867518532350/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_23.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/1588199867518532350" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/1588199867518532350" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections_23.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9mGS08Cwk4p7qrBOrfVgOfxO24t1aRRs8coJWf_HpZqcB10ybVZ8d8JUeOMyjjTlZFNd9b5zR7uBfsiq8sFxrWT5LlozigZjYejVpPh4mVPE9bKTbEGxbxHoPncki2mWGWo7YbIJ63o/s72-c/Dad+and+son+walking.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5106965102695825600</id><published>2011-01-23T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:47:23.789-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gospel Reflections"/><title type="text">Sunday Gospel Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8dgabeP1OzMKVpmqldaBKmkVQHp0SZRAGrgn1vf7tzgA1TQ7L-oKuxMb7ONF-zqa3asrqYMDdTYupvkxjRavNHL1LiTYE92p62ckb_-icXPq5OvLjd6COrxFW91q9_IiwFysuYp7gjo/s1600/fishermen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8dgabeP1OzMKVpmqldaBKmkVQHp0SZRAGrgn1vf7tzgA1TQ7L-oKuxMb7ONF-zqa3asrqYMDdTYupvkxjRavNHL1LiTYE92p62ckb_-icXPq5OvLjd6COrxFW91q9_IiwFysuYp7gjo/s320/fishermen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gospel Reflection&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;CALLED FOR A MISSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Matt 4: 12 - 23 &lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of things happened this week, but I seem not to be satisfied. Maybe this due to the fact that my health had not been well since last Sunday. My expectations had not been met. Most of my personal time had been eaten by my work, so to say by the school I'm working in and by my students. Not that I regret it, it's just that I was not able to give the time I usualy gave myself. Now that I'm writing about it, it makes me recall a big question that had been left unanswered since I started teaching. That question is: why did I become a teacher? I mean, unlike most individual who are there in the academe, I am a mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess that I am no smarter and a straight forward non-intellectual person.&amp;nbsp; The Latin proverb that stuck in my mind became my summative philosophy in teaching, in English it literally says "You cannot teach what you do not know," which is universally correct. My big question had been rooted to smaller questions that was formed with that proverb in mind; questions like what do I know? Will they get anything from me? How do I teach? Will I be as effective as my professors? All of these are all left unanswered, that is why I asked myself why the did I become a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;
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Then this Gospel reminded me about how Jesus called the apostles. He chose them, calling them by their names; the same way He called each of us. Each of us is called for a mission, our role in this world. Not everyone is gifted enough to know his or her role; at times we even call it a dream or goal, other people would call it fate or destiny. In a quick sense, it something we look forward to. On the other hand, it is something totally unexpected, something that is not related to who you think you are. Looking at the apostles, most of them had been working as fishermen, but Jesus called them and showed their real mission: to be fishers of men. I felt the same way too. God has a purpose for me. I did not thought that I would be teaching, but here I am teaching the future generation. I may not know the reason why, just like the apostles; they did not know why they were chosen, all they is that they were invited; I was invited to teach, so here I am teaching. God will provide the rest. As to what I am going to teach, God too will provide it for me, for I know nothing by myself. God has the knowledge, I just let him unfold this knowledge before me and I will echo it to the future generation, to my students.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5106965102695825600/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5106965102695825600" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5106965102695825600" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-gospel-reflections.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Gospel Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8dgabeP1OzMKVpmqldaBKmkVQHp0SZRAGrgn1vf7tzgA1TQ7L-oKuxMb7ONF-zqa3asrqYMDdTYupvkxjRavNHL1LiTYE92p62ckb_-icXPq5OvLjd6COrxFW91q9_IiwFysuYp7gjo/s72-c/fishermen.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-5948129080945621760</id><published>2011-01-18T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:05:05.082-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steps we take in life"/><title type="text">Steps we take in life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpD1YeqScA9YvQdEHBUNUE38lZF0m92cCeDMMvyY5wgH0EDPJTDUehTm7vYSYLoB4XKglG2vYOJrvMRnO6VAULrEH8vAO6hLiO73Gp4ag5u0XbAwceZupFdtTP3ntLoyaExHWpGaMcCg/s1600/hour+glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpD1YeqScA9YvQdEHBUNUE38lZF0m92cCeDMMvyY5wgH0EDPJTDUehTm7vYSYLoB4XKglG2vYOJrvMRnO6VAULrEH8vAO6hLiO73Gp4ag5u0XbAwceZupFdtTP3ntLoyaExHWpGaMcCg/s320/hour+glass.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Third Step &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The third step is the trial step. When you start something new or CHANGE yourself; when you have made your first step, then you said your 'yes' to carry it all the way to the peak, I'm sure that you are feeling the heat of enthusiasm, the excitement of new horizon and the thrill burning deep inside you. All of this will be tested by a continuous blow of a cold bitter gust.&lt;br /&gt;
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Indeed, you have made the step to CHANGE, you have even extinguish all of your energy in making that step to CHANGE. God sees your effort and answered your plea to assist you in your journey towards new horizon. He has blessed you with innumerable opportunities; you have seen them and grabbed them like you would to rope when you are about to fall hundred feet below. Your work starts to overflow: your doing several things at a time, your schedule are down to the very last minute, you run around here and there and your bank account is starting grow. You smile, you are happy, you yearn for more. God will still give you more. So, where is the trial?&lt;br /&gt;
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The trial is answering this question: Do you still have time for Him? For God? With all those work calling on your phone, leaving you emails and sending you text messages, you would seem to be too busy to do anything besides than working. You will start to think that why would you spend time with someone or something that will not even contribute to the fattening of your bank account: to think that He was the one who gave it all to you. If, and it is a big IF you choose to shun these thoughts and answered 'YES' in having time for God, then you have surpassed the third step itself. I would say go and move on to the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;
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In some cases, other people would have a totally different third step; something that is the opposite of the situation I have said above: having nothing at all. Still, the same question should be answered: Will you still give your time for Him?&lt;br /&gt;
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It all goes down to giving time to God and returning to Him the favor He has given you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you still have time for Him?</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/5948129080945621760/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/steps-we-take-in-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5948129080945621760" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/5948129080945621760" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/steps-we-take-in-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Steps we take in life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpD1YeqScA9YvQdEHBUNUE38lZF0m92cCeDMMvyY5wgH0EDPJTDUehTm7vYSYLoB4XKglG2vYOJrvMRnO6VAULrEH8vAO6hLiO73Gp4ag5u0XbAwceZupFdtTP3ntLoyaExHWpGaMcCg/s72-c/hour+glass.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-3426410988875072751</id><published>2010-12-30T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:05:05.082-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steps we take in life"/><title type="text">Steps we take in life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUu694yhyVsn2ZdTec2yrV5iGDAEG_j4_TcSaxZ-aXx5UqVR3XZQALpU72bxvXwyIRWcAHfRfu2sFUSxhzXAub6bLLEzflElkjYAskOYX-0mJ8hyphenhyphengoBkaGcsfdlbOvJ4aDYVIuHs3zXI/s1600/The_Most_Dangerous_Bridge_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUu694yhyVsn2ZdTec2yrV5iGDAEG_j4_TcSaxZ-aXx5UqVR3XZQALpU72bxvXwyIRWcAHfRfu2sFUSxhzXAub6bLLEzflElkjYAskOYX-0mJ8hyphenhyphengoBkaGcsfdlbOvJ4aDYVIuHs3zXI/s320/The_Most_Dangerous_Bridge_1.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Second Step &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The second step is the one that usually being overlooked. Most people are too engrossed and focused on the first step that once they have taken in they would just dash on ahead without even internalizing the importance of each step, especially the second.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, you indeed did very well on mustering your guts and took the hardest first step, but the trial for that bravery you just performed will only start at the second.&lt;br /&gt;
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I personally call the second step: the step of hesitation. It is where your bravery from taking that first step will be questioned. If that bravery of yours is only half-hearted then I'll assure you that you will crumble down to your foothold. If the only reason you have for going through the CHANGE is because of your friends' cheers and your family's encouragement, not with your very own determination and will, your thoughts will linger back to your comforts.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second step is your new foothold crossing between the first and the third. You just have to answer one question that will answer all others: Is your heart ready?&lt;br /&gt;
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If your answer is 'Yes' then by all means cross. That 'Yes' of yours entails your determination and will to keep that fire going until you reach the peak. It is your own promise to yourself to keep that eagerness alive--to put your soul to the every step you'll soon be taking.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/3426410988875072751/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/steps-we-take-in-life_30.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3426410988875072751" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/3426410988875072751" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/steps-we-take-in-life_30.html" rel="alternate" title="Steps we take in life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUu694yhyVsn2ZdTec2yrV5iGDAEG_j4_TcSaxZ-aXx5UqVR3XZQALpU72bxvXwyIRWcAHfRfu2sFUSxhzXAub6bLLEzflElkjYAskOYX-0mJ8hyphenhyphengoBkaGcsfdlbOvJ4aDYVIuHs3zXI/s72-c/The_Most_Dangerous_Bridge_1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-8078742809765527345</id><published>2010-12-29T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T05:04:30.422-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steps we take in life"/><title type="text">Steps we take in life</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtwFr-gebVJHsv0yuSYOqY5OQNreaeoBCw-tQ8hi3VSjs99l6Zh9BXgDUboEdsId-WSTOhAzx1QJO-Kxx3jtpy6h8gaehb73-7vOE2_80XqQbFaaRgSUyEdh5Lp1E_pohnz1LMPvooqY/s1600/footprints+in+sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtwFr-gebVJHsv0yuSYOqY5OQNreaeoBCw-tQ8hi3VSjs99l6Zh9BXgDUboEdsId-WSTOhAzx1QJO-Kxx3jtpy6h8gaehb73-7vOE2_80XqQbFaaRgSUyEdh5Lp1E_pohnz1LMPvooqY/s320/footprints+in+sand.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The First Step&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The First Step makes all the difference. It is the most difficult yet the most crucial in every endeavor or in life itself. Taking it means leaving behind all the comfort of your current foothold to hike a new height.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whoever we are, wherever we find ourselves, whatever situation we are in, we should never cease to take that first step.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing that will stop you from taking that first step is the fear of CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;
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Changing means going beyond your comfort zone, like shedding off that dry old pelt exposing your vulnerable and delicate skin then going through the process of hardening it to a tough hide.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fearing change will mean fearing growth. Growth from who you are now to a better you. This does not only apply to you as a person but also in your career or business. This actually applies to all aspect in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus taking the first step is accepting change for a better you and a better future.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/8078742809765527345/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/steps-we-take-in-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/8078742809765527345" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/8078742809765527345" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/steps-we-take-in-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Steps we take in life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHtwFr-gebVJHsv0yuSYOqY5OQNreaeoBCw-tQ8hi3VSjs99l6Zh9BXgDUboEdsId-WSTOhAzx1QJO-Kxx3jtpy6h8gaehb73-7vOE2_80XqQbFaaRgSUyEdh5Lp1E_pohnz1LMPvooqY/s72-c/footprints+in+sand.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653840923323848953.post-9013284340423025212</id><published>2010-12-29T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:54:20.772-08:00</updated><title type="text">About Creative Reflections</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDBoh98NKbSzfA5zPd_ZneLSTARgxcMkMgQiDLlLGJGNy7cW3Zy2e0lxWKc4gCA4BZ6VLg16UBqEzC18D9tB4UundW-nw1qqO4bIjzfPa1BSkWskghYjk7jxmXjwKS10WDoGGKZM3ZZI/s1600/old+notebook+page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDBoh98NKbSzfA5zPd_ZneLSTARgxcMkMgQiDLlLGJGNy7cW3Zy2e0lxWKc4gCA4BZ6VLg16UBqEzC18D9tB4UundW-nw1qqO4bIjzfPa1BSkWskghYjk7jxmXjwKS10WDoGGKZM3ZZI/s1600/old+notebook+page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Creative Reflections are generally re-echoes of my facebook notes and other spirited reflections I would come up with. And as the name implies, my posts here will be (I hope it will be) in a creative manner.</content><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/feeds/9013284340423025212/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-creative-reflections.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/9013284340423025212" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653840923323848953/posts/default/9013284340423025212" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://zabcreative.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-creative-reflections.html" rel="alternate" title="About Creative Reflections" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17858044486912036967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDBoh98NKbSzfA5zPd_ZneLSTARgxcMkMgQiDLlLGJGNy7cW3Zy2e0lxWKc4gCA4BZ6VLg16UBqEzC18D9tB4UundW-nw1qqO4bIjzfPa1BSkWskghYjk7jxmXjwKS10WDoGGKZM3ZZI/s72-c/old+notebook+page.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>