I put my Bible down.
This is what I see on television at five-o’-clock in Wapa América on Comcast:
A man kills his ex-wife, then he commits suicide. If not, a man severely tarnishes the wife’s house (or theirs if they’re not divorced) and severely hurts his wife, kids, friends and family who get in the middle.
Politicians are more worried on clinching their dynasties than working on the necessities of the people. They are more worried on duping an entire city in order to raise the ranks for Hitler-like leadership. This is not what the ELA intended.
Teenagers lose their lives violently on a pub, on a car accident, or on the right side of the road, or on a drug stand at a caserío. They have the choices, for they wouldn’t even be there in the first place. But instead, they want to…
I see car crashes, massacres, and the glorified cry of the woman bawling for her lost son in combat.
A whole public university fights for their rights, thereby disrupting the whole tertiary educational system of the island.
Fights and squabbles for economical monopoly always happen. Taxes get raised, disasters occur and incur more often, and the blame has no name, but the fingers are always pointed out at something, somebody, or somewhere.
I see reports of death, political tugs-of-war, suicides, disasters, pain, terror, horror and dismay for the first 25 minutes of news. The intervals run through traffic and weather. Another five minutes or so are devoted to health and progress. Another five are even more devoted on good news, or the interview of the day. Five minutes or so of sports, and the rest I’ll leave it up for you to guess.
And then goes the “bochinche”. Gossip.
I’ve come a long way to loathe the six-o’-clock gossip section. I’m tired of watching a man on a puppet dress stand rip out people’s lives (even if they deserve it, I concede this thought). I’m tired of seeing people ridiculed and derided, or make a serious court case a walking circus. Sometimes, I admit, I watch bits of it. But most of the time, if I’m practicing on the keyboard , I do my best to overlook that…but I still hear the gossip.
Do you think I am not disappointed about this fact? Can I do something about it? Yes, but I am not there, in presence. I still believe God will act, but does the price of it include sending this family back to that mess? God will fix it with His own hands sooner than ever, but He will NEVER, EVER, give us nothing we can’t handle with our bare hands.
And I put my Bible back up.
Come, let us return to the LORD. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds. (Hosea 6:1, NIV)
I admit, I struggle as any other human being to let go of what I can’t handle and trust God on what He does. (We can’t see Him, can’t we? But it’s not the time yet, though.) And the fact that God is letting His own world crumble by our fault even proves our guilt. This is for a season, but that season is whopping me up fast. If I see terror in the news, what if He sees an opportunity for us to be His walls and foundations to an island who needs it so desperately-moreover, to a round Earth who needs Him?
God wants for us to reach out to this world. If returning is part of Your will, then, make me surrender to You. And let us be Your bandages to this wounded world.
This is what I see on television at five-o’-clock in Wapa América on Comcast:
A man kills his ex-wife, then he commits suicide. If not, a man severely tarnishes the wife’s house (or theirs if they’re not divorced) and severely hurts his wife, kids, friends and family who get in the middle.
Politicians are more worried on clinching their dynasties than working on the necessities of the people. They are more worried on duping an entire city in order to raise the ranks for Hitler-like leadership. This is not what the ELA intended.
Teenagers lose their lives violently on a pub, on a car accident, or on the right side of the road, or on a drug stand at a caserío. They have the choices, for they wouldn’t even be there in the first place. But instead, they want to…
I see car crashes, massacres, and the glorified cry of the woman bawling for her lost son in combat.
A whole public university fights for their rights, thereby disrupting the whole tertiary educational system of the island.
Fights and squabbles for economical monopoly always happen. Taxes get raised, disasters occur and incur more often, and the blame has no name, but the fingers are always pointed out at something, somebody, or somewhere.
I see reports of death, political tugs-of-war, suicides, disasters, pain, terror, horror and dismay for the first 25 minutes of news. The intervals run through traffic and weather. Another five minutes or so are devoted to health and progress. Another five are even more devoted on good news, or the interview of the day. Five minutes or so of sports, and the rest I’ll leave it up for you to guess.
And then goes the “bochinche”. Gossip.
I’ve come a long way to loathe the six-o’-clock gossip section. I’m tired of watching a man on a puppet dress stand rip out people’s lives (even if they deserve it, I concede this thought). I’m tired of seeing people ridiculed and derided, or make a serious court case a walking circus. Sometimes, I admit, I watch bits of it. But most of the time, if I’m practicing on the keyboard , I do my best to overlook that…but I still hear the gossip.
Do you think I am not disappointed about this fact? Can I do something about it? Yes, but I am not there, in presence. I still believe God will act, but does the price of it include sending this family back to that mess? God will fix it with His own hands sooner than ever, but He will NEVER, EVER, give us nothing we can’t handle with our bare hands.
And I put my Bible back up.
Come, let us return to the LORD. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds. (Hosea 6:1, NIV)
I admit, I struggle as any other human being to let go of what I can’t handle and trust God on what He does. (We can’t see Him, can’t we? But it’s not the time yet, though.) And the fact that God is letting His own world crumble by our fault even proves our guilt. This is for a season, but that season is whopping me up fast. If I see terror in the news, what if He sees an opportunity for us to be His walls and foundations to an island who needs it so desperately-moreover, to a round Earth who needs Him?
God wants for us to reach out to this world. If returning is part of Your will, then, make me surrender to You. And let us be Your bandages to this wounded world.
The problem hidden inside
Is screaming something’s not right
And I would lay down my world
To reach out and fix what’s broken in her… (Savior, Disciple)
Is screaming something’s not right
And I would lay down my world
To reach out and fix what’s broken in her… (Savior, Disciple)
