Hustisya.

What could’ve been a major milestone in Rene Baterbonia and Chukwuemeka Divine Adili’s journey became a millstone that drowned their dreams.

We continue to grieve with and pray for the people of Talacogon and Nigeria as the full, unadulterated truth remain shackled.

Can you see it?

Lady Justice sand sculpture. Grok Imagine.

Recent news reveal the sinister spirit that’s long been at work not just in the school system but in families, in communities and even in churches.

Here and abroad we hear of teachers caught in indecent acts and sexual harrassment cases. How many of those have been solved?

As the Philippines continues to struggle and regain its wobbly footing from the tragedy of a 7.8 magnitude earthquake, we hear of the macabre, untimely death of students brought about by two gun-firing youths.

It is not surprising, given that our very own Senate recently had its halls echo with gunshots. 

A tangled weave of ball-passing negligence hangs in the air and though many of us are alert enough to perceive it, we remain powerless to do anything – except, perhaps, temper our responses and shift our focus.

Satan is not backing down. 

Being the father of lies, he is a master con artist, venturing out to steal, kill and destroy all that is good. 

He does so through these channels: appetite, beauty, and knowledge. It’s an age-old tactic that he used to entice Eve – and Adam – in the Garden.

“When the woman saw that the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eyes, and that it was desirable for obtaining wisdom, she took the fruit and ate it. She also gave some to her husband who was with her, and he ate it. And the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; so they sewed together fig leaves and made coverings for themselves.” Genesis‬ ‭3‬:‭6‬-‭7‬ ‭BSB‬‬

I remember when Charlie Kirk was a**a**inat*d in 2025, he was speaking in a school, in the middle of laying the groundwork for the Gospel. The enemy tried to silence his voice, to extinguish his light and though his case remains unsolved, it ignited an unquenchable fire in the hearts of many teenagers who followed him.

Lady Justice. made with Grok Imagine.

The picture around the world is going to get from worse to worst before it becomes good.

It’s going to take a while.

Yet we can CHOOSE. 

In the basic pursuit of satisfying our human appetites, we can choose: to tend our own gardens, mind our own businesses, stay in our lanes, protect our bubbles and let evil run its course.

Or we can pray.

We can PRAY not only “in church”. We can pray in our beds, in our homes, in the kitchen, in the garden, in schools, in the play areas, in the basketball court or in the courts of justice, in the streets…

Let us REPENT and RETURN not “to the church”. Let us return to God!

Let us return to Him in the midst of the mundane, in the little things, the unpublished things, behind the curtains, and certainly off cam!

Let us BE the church whom God has called us to be: men, women, children, families who prevail in prayer.

Let us be courageous and unwavering in the pursuit of truth and the beauty of His design.

Let us be so intimate with the Holy Spirit in a way that shuns all noise and empowers us to follow His signal towards what is truly good and eternally beautiful.

Nakapiring man ang mga mata ni Lady Justice as she balances the scale, hindi siya ang magpapataw ng sintensya. Siya ay bulag, pipi at bingi – isang estatwa na hindi nakakakita, walang boses, at hindi nakakarinig.

Ngunit ang Panginoong Diyos, our Creator God who is Good personified in Jesus Christ, ang May-akda ng buhay, ang Diyos ng Hustisya, ang Siyang magpapataw ng sintensya.

Hindi Siya bulag, hindi Siya pipi at lalong hindi Siya bingi.

Ang pag-ibig at hustisya Niya ay walang sini-sino at walang pagkiling.

Hindi man natin maunawaan ang Kanyang pahintulot sa bawat trahedyang ating kinakaharap, ang Kanyang mga plano at pangako ang mananaig.

God gives us not only perfect peace in the midst of the chaos and noise; He renders perfect justice and opens doors that no man can ever shut.

Pray with me.

Father God, You know all things, You search all things and nothing is ever hidden from You. All things are naked before You and opened to Your eyes. You are to whom I must give account.

Father God, I have no kindness, no goodness, no compassion apart from You. Forgive me for the times I rely on my own morality instead of Your Word.

By Your grace, Father God, I choose today to put my trust in You. I will keep choosing to do what is right even when no one is looking.

Thank You, LORD Jesus for making a way for us. Holy Spirit, please fill me, empower me to always choose to be truthful, to be kind, to be compassionate, to do good, and to be courageous over evil. Even when nobody else will go with me, I will follow You.

For Yours alone is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever, Amen.

reframing

fleeting… everything is fleeting

and all we have are but moments, embers or ashes of what was

yet as heavy as departure seems
we can either wallow in grief over what was

or choose to be grateful for what we
have been given

no matter how little

no matter how minuscule those moments were

we can choose

to be grateful

for those moments

when we shared a piece of us
and made peace with our uniqueness and differences

every ending doesn’t have to be
a bitter pill in the mouth

it can be sweet

when we choose

to make every moment
to give freely, truthfully, of ourselves
to another

no matter who

or what

or where

or why

we just be.

Be Present

“For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.”1 Thessalonians 4:14

I am still in disbelief, grieving my Momsie’s passing. I realize, however, that this disbelief stems from regret. I regret not having spent more time with her or showing up for her. I regret it in pretty much the same way I regretted not having spent much time with my Papa, my Lola and even my uncles. Spending quality time may not be my top love language, but God calls me “to redeem the time because the days are evil” (see Ephesians 5:15-16). God doesn’t waste any of my pains, even my regrets, and life is too short to wallow on regrets. Grief is hard but today I can make a choice. I can choose to honor the memory of these important people in my life by paying it forward.

From my Papa, I have learned to take responsibility for my own actions and choices. “You made your bed, you must lie on it,” he would say. Thank you, Papa. I miss you.


One of my uncles admonished me about my anger problem before: “Mabait ka naman eh, wag ka lang padaig sa galit.” Salamat po, Tito Banie.

My maternal grandmother, though she wasn’t as wordy as I am, taught me the value of persevering in prayer for the people we love. Lola Tutay, mahal kita.


My dearest Momsie Melanie who, in my U-turn days to Jesus, took me in and nurtured my fledgling, prodigal soul. Momsie humbly shared her 5 loaves and 2 fish to Jesus, and He faithfully multiplied it. She exemplified the inclusive love of Jesus, the love that doesn’t play favorites, His compassionate and gentle love that celebrates me for who I am – warts and all – and never gave up believing that I can become who God intends me to be. Salamatmuchee, Momsieee.

Even as I grieve and my heart is still in the process of healing and recovery, I will choose today, to honor the ones I love by being more present with those who are present with me. So help me God.

“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12