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How to Activate the Power of God

Ok, I know it sounds like a dubious title that you can read in some occult books but ride along with me for a moment. I was actually thinking about email subscriptions on the internet and how these really smart guys found a way to automatically activate their system whenever you sign up on their mailing list. The website owners could be sleeping when you signed up but you are still able to get into their list. How does it happen?

Roughly speaking, it goes something like this: When you sign up, you trigger something in their system. When the computer realized that you met all the requirements for the subscription (like payments, email address, email confirmation, etc.), you get what you signed up for without human intervention. Simple as that.

In Mark 5:30-34, a woman who has been bleeding for 12 year crawled her way through the thick crowd so she could get to Jesus and touch the hem of His robe. She had met the required parameter for miraculous healing- faith. When she finally touched Jesus’ clothes, she was healed in an instant. A certain attribute of God answered back to the woman’s need when she came in faith. God the healer was “activated.”

Wonderful, isn’t it?

Getting Sued for Giving Christmas Gifts!

What if the 12 Days of Christmas actually happened today? Read on and enjoy!

Dec 25
My dearest darling Edward,
What a wonderful surprise has just greeted me! That sweet partridge, in that lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and thank you.

Your deeply loving,
Emily

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Dec. 26
Beloved Edward,
The two turtle-doves arrived this morning, and are cooing away in the pear-tree as I write. I’m so touched and grateful!

With undying love, as always,
Emily

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Dec. 27

My darling Edward,

You do think of the most original presents! Who ever thought of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all the way from France? It’s a pity we have no chicken coops, but I expect we’ll find some. Anyway, thank-you so much; they’re lovely.

Your devoted, Emily

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Dec. 28
Dearest Edward,
What a surprise! Four calling birds arrived this morning. They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly – they make telephoning almost impossible – but I expect they’ll calm down when they get used to their new home. Anyway, I’m very grateful, of course I am.

Love from Emily

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Dec. 29
Dearest Edward,
The mailman has just delivered five most beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly! A really lovely present! Lovelier, in a way, than birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I’m afraid none of us got much sleep last night. Mother says she wants to use the rings to “wring” their necks. Mother has such a sense of humour. This time she’s only joking, I think, but I do know what she means. Still, I love the rings.

Bless you,
Emily

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Dec. 30
Dear Edward,
Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door this morning, it certainly wasn’t six socking great geese laying eggs all over the porch. Frankly, I rather hoped that you had stopped sending me birds. We have no room for them, and they’ve already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant well, but let’s call a halt, shall we?

Love,
Emily

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Dec. 31
Edward,
I thought I said NO MORE BIRDS. This morning I woke up to find no more than seven swans, all trying to get into our tiny goldfish pond. I’d rather not think what’s happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds, to say nothing of what they leave behind them, so please, please, stop!

Your Emily

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Jan 1
Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight milkmaids? And their cows! Is this some kind of a joke? If so, I’m afraid I don’t find it very amusing.

Emily

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Jan. 2
Look here, Edward,
This has gone far enough. You say you’re sending me nine ladies dancing. All I can say is, judging from the way they dance, they’re certainly not ladies. The village just isn’t accustomed to seeing a regiment of shameless viragos, with nothing on but their lipstick, cavorting round the green, and it’s Mother and I who get the blame. If you value our friendship, which I do (less and less), kindly stop this ridiculous behaviour at once!

Emily

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Jan 3
As I write this letter, ten disgusting old men are prancing up and down all over what used to be the garden, before the geese and the swans and the cows got at it. And several of them, I have just noticed, are taking inexcusable liberties with the milkmaids. Meanwhile the neighbours are trying to have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again.

Emily

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Jan 4
This is the last straw! You know I detest bagpipes! The place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse, and a man from the council has just declared it unfit for habitation. At least Mother has been spared this last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance to a home for the bewildered. I hope you’re satisfied.

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Jan 5
Sir,
Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform you that with the arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning of the entire percussion section of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and several of their friends, she has no course left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent you importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the return of much assorted livestock.

I am, Sir, yours faithfully,
G. Creep
Attorney at law

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Credits: from my Crosswalk email subscription, December 19, 2005

The Street Caroler

http://kvanders.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/traffic_jam.jpgReposted from my old Friendster blog, dated December 23, 2007.

“Oh no, not again,” my brother sighed for the nth time as he stepped on the brakes of the car. We were driving along the convergence of Abad Santos and Rizal Avenue in Caloocan City and before we knew it, we just got into the bottleneck of heavy traffic. It was late in the afternoon on the 23rd of December and like us, people were headed to the nearest bargain centers to do some last minute shopping for giveaways. Outside, the cacophony that so defined the streets of Metro Manila blended together in wild chorus.

“Typical,” I mumbled as I reached forward to adjust the volume of the stereo playing another hit by Linkin Park. I was the self-appointed DJ and operator, or more appropriately, volume adjuster, for the trip.

We sat there unmoved for a few minutes impatiently waiting for the car ahead of us to move. As usual, out of sheer habit, we tried to while away time by telling funny stories we already knew, most of them recounted more than a hundred times already. It didn’t matter though, we still thought they were funny anyway and from time to time, peals of laughter would burst out from inside the car.

“Yeah, remember the time when Bob went to…” my other brother from the back blabbered away as we all listened as if we were hearing the story for the first time. We were eagerly anticipating the punch-line when we were interrupted by a soft knock on the window near the driver’s seat. Outside, a scrawny little boy with an improvised tambourine in his hands started singing a popular Christmas carol.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun, tadat tat tat
Tadat tat tat tat
Oh jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way…”

I could not help but burst into laughter as I sat there like a captured audience to his own version of the famous Jingle Bells song. Not that I was mocking his funny lyrics but that I found his improvisation amusing as he not only sang but added some dance moves to his repertoire.

He concluded his performance with a slurred version of “…we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year” and knocked on the window again for his Christmas gift. My brother who was at the left side of the car was so amused that he requested for an encore.

“Kuya, pamasko nalang po, pagod na ako eh…” (“But sir,” he pleaded, “I’m too tired to sing. Can you just give me something so I could go? Please?”) He was serious.

As the car moved a little forward and the atmosphere inside it shifted to another round of familiar stories, the image of the child doing an improvised solo performance in the middle of a congested road was glued in my head. The traffic light far ahead us went green but we barely moved. The stories got repeated yet again but in my mind, a flurry of mixed thoughts raged on.

“Yes, that was tiresome…” I thought to myself as I fought off the lump in my throat. I tried to look away for some diversion and after a while, I attempted to get into the conversation again. I succeeded, at least at the moment.

Excuse Me Lord But I’m Quite Busy Today

http://elijahstephen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/T-Shirt-Not-Now-Im-Busy-705334.jpgThe birth of Jesus Christ is one of the most prophesied event in the Bible. Scholars say there are at least 322 detailed prophecies about it in the Old Testament. That’s quite a lot! Famous people’s birthdays are remembered because they are famous. If they lived otherwise, nobody wouldn’t even notice they passed this earth.

Jesus was different. He was famous thousands of years before He was born. The prophets saw His arrival, even Balaam, the evil sorcerer, saw His coming. Middle Eastern Magi knew He was born by just watching at the stars. The world, Jewish and pagan alike, anticipated his coming. Subconsciously, all of creation waited for that exact moment of his birth, including the angels of heaven.

A little town somewhere in the far corner of Israel was appointed to be the first host of this visitor from heaven. Bethlehem, the city of David, will be redeemed from insignificance. The Messiah has come to its doorsteps, unfortunately, their houses are all filled. They were busy when the prophecy rolled in front of them.

But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
though you are small among the clans of Judah,
out of you will come for me
one who will be ruler over Israel,
whose origins are from of old,
from ancient times.

Isn’t it sad when a centuries’ old prophecy happens right at your door and you were too busy to recognize it? I wonder how the people who turned away Joseph and Mary felt when they realized they were sort of inhospitable to the deliverer they claimed to anticipate.

Just a Christmas thought for everyone…