when God moves books and paintings

Whenever I’d come back from volunteering at a hospice office while living in Los Angeles with the sis some months ago, I used to always make it a point to stop by my neighborhood public library.  I’d check out 2 book shelves while there: the Free Books book shelf and the $1 Each book shelf.

Once in a blue moon, I’d come across a fantabulous find on the Free Books book shelf (such as a Sherlock Holmes Mysteries book – with pictures!).

But most of the time, I’d find really old books there that probably nobody with Internet connection at home would ever pick up to read.  Books such as on “How to Play Tennis”, which had black and white-pictured instructions on the different kinds of tennis swings one could do.  Moves ya might as well watch within several minutes on YouTube, rather than try to figure out with words on a yellowing small paperback book.

But one of them really great finds I had ever come by was a paperback book I had almost not turned over.  I had just about ignored the book cuz it looked so beat up (chucked and flung around) because of its very folded up edges.  I unrolled its mildly-torn cover and looked at its front cover.  Oh, it was The Shack book!

I had often heard about this book in Christian circles, magazines, and in bookstores, but had never checked out the book myself.  I hadn’t even ever picked up the book to read what it was about on its back cover.  All I knew was that it was a Christian fiction novel.

When it comes to reading Christian books, I used to go crazy over them.  When I had first become a Christian, Bible reading seemed like such difficult reading for me, that I was constantly searching for inspirational books that would clarify what in the world the Bible was trying to say.  Reading various inspirational books by different Christian authors (Philip Yancey and Oswald Chambers were 2 of my favorites) and trying to read different translations of the Bible went on and on for about the first couple of years of my Christian life.

Then one day, I had heard somewhere that Christians needed to stop reading about the Bible and just read the Bible itself.  That’s when I realized, oh yeah, no kiddin’.  That way, I’d remember where them Bible verses are located too, if I were to read the same Bible’s pages over and over again, instead of reading different Bibles all of the time.

So ever since then, I’ve been trying to limit myself on reading inspirational material and trying to just read the Bible itself.  That was one of the reasons I hadn’t ever picked up The Shack book.  Not only was it another inspirational book, I had heard, but a fiction one too.  Not for me, I had always thought.

But now here it was, sitting on the Free Books book shelf.  Might as well read it now, since I never had, and since it’s free and all.  Might as well find out what all the hubbub about it is all about, I thought to myself, as I put it into my backpack.

When I got home, I broke out my roll of scotch tape and unfurled the book’s covers and pages.  I taped its covers and brought it back to readable ship-shapeness.

The Shack book

As some of y’all know from my having given a review of The So Brave Young and Handsome book, I’m not such a good book reviewer.  Guess I’ll just say this: If you come across The Shack book at your local library, it’s worth borrowing to read.

As I was in the middle of reading the book, I had come back home to Guam again.  While eating dinner at the table one day, I noticed a painting hanging on one of the kitchen walls.  “Where’d you get that painting?”, I asked my Mom.  She said that the friend from whom she had bought a bed mattress from had given it to her for free.  I kept staring at the painting as I ate my chow on the table.

If I hadn’t seen The Shack book at that library’s book shelf and wasn’t then at the moment reading the book, the painting would probably not have had much affect on me, besides it being cool that it was an actual painting and not a print in a frame.

Seeing that painting made me think of God again.  He musta placed that book on that Free book shelf for me (knowing that I probably wouldn’t have paid a buck for it bein’ a tattered paperback and all).  And He musta provided for this painting to come into our home for free too.  I now saw how God not only moves mountains to get our attention, but also books and paintings too.


The Shack painting

english sho ain’t easy (part 3)

From my friend who had provided for me whatza lexophile? and english sho ain’t easy (Part 1 and Part 2), a few more definitions of words:

Arbitrator:  A cook who leaves Arby’s to work at McDonald’s.

Bernadette:  The act of torching a mortgage.

Eyedropper:  A clumsy Ophthalmalogist.

Counterfeiter:  Workers who put together kitchen cabinets.

Left Bank:  What bank robbers do when their bags are full of money.

Heroes:  What a man on a boat does.

Paradox:  Two physicians.

Pharmacist:  A farm helper.

Polarize:  What penguins see through.

Relief:  What trees do in the Spring.

Selfish:  What the owner of a seafood store does.

Sudafed:  Bringing litigation against a government official.

Paradigms:  Two cents.

government & liberty

Quotes by Thomas Jefferson:

Most bad government has grown out of too much government.  It is always oppressive.

Government big enough to supply everything you need is big enough to take everything you have…The course of history shows that as government grows, liberty decreases.

The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.

[The Second Amendment in the U.S. Constitution protects the rights of individuals to keep and bear arms.]

The beauty of the Second Amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it.

We must not let our leaders load us with perpetual debt.

The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time: the hand of force may destroy, but cannot disjoin them.


over rejection? maybe not

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It amazes (and I’m not using that word lightly) how Dr. Charles F. Stanley, as old as he is, can have so much energy.

He is definitely one energetic preacher.  And one whom I can’t figure out whether he has or uses notes when he preaches.  Because if you ever observe his podium, on which he lays his Bible on, there are no papers or cards that he flips through.  And no Post-it stickys stuck on that podium or within the pages of his Bible, that I can see, either.  Maybe he’s looking at a monitor, where he’s got all of his notes displayed on its screen.  I have no idea.  It’s interesting to me how he has that a sort of sleepy-eyed, slo-mo-speaking preacher appearance, but is in reality a very powerfully, engaging one.

This is a message he gave is titled as: “Victory Over Rejection”. 

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learning from ron’s life


Hey, folksies!  Oh dear, it has been quite a number of days since my last post. Since having come back home and gotten back to the day to day busyness of life again, I haven’t been able to spare enough time to sit down and type another post onto here yet.  So I’d like to reblog this post which had been one of my fav first posts about a year ago.  A joyful Sunday to y’all!

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On Sunday mornings, once I get my eyes pried open, I sit and pause at the end of my bed, trying to decide whether I can risk another half-hour’s sleep. But as soon as I realize that it’s another Sunday, I holler out a, “It’s Sunday!” and then I’m flying off my bed. I dash to my front door (one of the very rare times I move quickly indoors), trying not to stick out too far out my front door (to not freak out my neighbors with my frightening morning do), as I’m freezing in my jammies and reaching for the newspaper on the ground.

Once I get my newspaper inside, I begin to tear open the plastic around it, and start to separate it in 2 piles. Coupons and store sales papers in one pile and the actual newspaper story pages in another pile. Although it’s often tempting to…

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