Tuesday, October 2, 2018

True Humility

”Whoever receives this child in my name receives me,
and whoever receives me receives the one who sent me.
For the one who is least among all of you
is the one who is the greatest."

At first, I have always been perplexed about the way Jesus juxtaposed the first verse (welcoming children) with humility (and pride). Don’t we all welcome children? What does that have to do with being ‘greatest’ among the apostles?

Only upon reflection today did I make the connection for myself. It is all about me having the humility to receive (and accept) that a child, or someone with the stature of a child, is actually ‘greater’ than me. Yeah, I find children or kids cute and adorable, but I easily dismiss them, shush them when they talk too much. I don’t even bother to listen to them. Such is my ‘adult’ attitude. I am superior to them.

Imagine being so humble as to be treated lowlier than a child. Try accepting that everyone else is valued much more than oneself. Now that is true humility. Only with such grace would I be able to increase my value in the eyes of the Lord.

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Monday, September 3, 2018

Bible Quotes for the Times

"Hear me, all of you, and understand.
Nothing that enters one from outside can defile that person;
but the things that come out from within are what defile.

"From within people, from their hearts,
come evil thoughts, unchastity, theft, murder,
adultery, greed, malice, deceit,
licentiousness, envy, blasphemy, arrogance, folly.
All these evils come from within and they defile."

My bible-based rebuke against DU30`s joke regarding rape incidence in Davao. Rape happens because of intent. It is not a response to something external like beauty.

And for the one who staunchly defends him and dismisses this as `simply a joke`, here`s another:

“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth good; and an evil man out of the evil [a]treasure of his heart brings forth evil. For out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.”

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Saturday, August 25, 2018

Reign of Injustice

Kindness and truth shall meet;
justice and peace shall kiss.
Truth shall spring out of the earth,
and justice shall look down from heaven.

This verse from the Psalms popped out of the readings of today. It is a poetic description of the reign of God.

Unfortunately, something else is reigning here currently.

Kindness and Truth are strangers.

Justice and Peace are at war.

Truth is hidden.

Justice cannot see anything from where it is.

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Monday, June 4, 2018

Corpus Christi Sunday: I was wrong.

Almost 3 years ago to the day, I wrote this post about transubstantiation:


My soul searching then, prompted by a challenging question, ended with the conclusion that the Eucharist was symbolic in nature.

I was wrong. Although one of the raiders actually commented on it already, it took this video for me to realize that it is not symbolic at all. Yes, His body and blood are actually present in Eucharist.


(Lifted from Bishop Barron`s Youtube videos.)

My understanding of Bishop Barron`s thesis on the matter:

1. God`s word is not only transformative but creative. His Word, Jesus` Word, creates a new reality once it comes out of His lips. He raises a dead child, or a dead Lazarus, supplanting the reality of death with a new reality of being alive. His is the only authority that can do this. So when He says “This is My Body, this is My Blood”, he has supplanted the reality of bread and wine with a new reality.

2. Appearance is not necessarily reality. Our eyes, our senses, do not always perceive what is real, what is true. (Just look at how easily people believe fake news nowadays.) So even if we still perceive (see, smell and taste) bread and wine, the substance has changed because Jesus has said so. Again, His is the only authority that can create this new reality.

Why is it so important for us to believe in this real presence? I have come to believe that our true union with God can only happen if we come to realize that we are eating the body and drinking the blood of the sacrificial `lamb`. His Words, his other teachings cannot transform us without this fundamental belief. This continuous sharing of His Body and Blood is the only way by which we can experience that transformative nature of His Commandments. Slowly but surely, we become better followers, better people as we imbibe His Word AND partake of His Body and Blood, weekly or even daily.

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Sunday, May 27, 2018

MMJ11: American Massage Story 2

I only access the site (masseurfinder.com) when I am in the US. As you could read from my previous re-post, my first time to try a masseur in the US wasn`t exactly a great experience. But I`ve been in the US for 3 weeks and I was getting any, if you know what I mean. And I know you do. I tried Grindr but I remain too scared of horror stories (the hookup from hell who steals or even murders!) so I chose to stay away from any meet ups.

I felt more comfortable with paid services, with reviews and ratings. So I started looking through the list. With all the white beefy options available, I still gravitated towards someone young, even short of stature, with lean muscle. He turns out to be Latino. Best part was that his place was a few blocks away from my hotel in Hell`s Kitchen area.

That`s another peculiarity about freelance massage therapists here. Some of them have their own place. Clients can easily book a massage (without the hassle of booking Sogo or Eurotel types hehehe). My first time in Boston was with a therapist who had his own hotel room for `in-service` sessions.

I read the reviews, looked at his photos and knew he was ok. He was actually part of a 4-hands offer. I`m guessing he`s the bf . But I went for the 2 hands.

I was outside his building a few minutes early. There were even school children in front, probably waiting for their ride home! (Ang mga bata!) I waited patiently. The building door opens and out comes someone who looked vaguely familiar. He even smiled on his way out. I remembered eventually that he was the other 2 hands! Hehe

Shortly after, I was buzzed in and found my way to his small studio type apartment, suddenly converted in to a massage room. At the middle of the living cum dining area was the portable massage table. The TV had a beach scene as wallpaper. The scent of incense was in the air. And lights were dimmed.

David was certainly as advertised: cute, young Latino. He ushered me in and even gave me free bottled water. I stripped to naked. That took time as I had layers of winter clothes. His cat was staring me as I did this. (He must have seen so many shapes and sizes).

I laid facedown on the massage table as he stripped to his jockstrap. We had some chitchat about where I am from. But he quickly quieted down as he began his strokes. The massage was good and relaxing but a bit too light for my taste. I have certainly had better. But seeing his cute face and lean body and bubble butt (yes) more than made up for the mediocre massage.

It was very erotic as he let me feel him up. And he seemed `substantial`where it counts. So that was really ok for me. But really, the smooth bubble ass and hole was the best. As much as I would have wanted to help myself to that, I knew I was going to pay a hefty price. So I just alllowed him work me up using his excellent hand strokes.

Soon after, I got to my geyser rush and it was over. It seemed to short. I wanted to be inside him. I wanted more body contact, maybe even kissing. But I didn`t push it this time. Perhaps on my next trip. :-)

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Monday, April 9, 2018

IJ Case: Hopemed, Cubao

Pucha. Naka-witness ako ng chupaan. LOL

I have heard of the place from about two years back. I even saw some online chatrooms (via the website manila massage) that discussed the many happenings in this place. Finally, after prodding from friends who have become regulars in the place, i decided to check it out one Sunday afternoon. But I had to make reservations early. I heard that the waiting could be hours for walk-ins.

The place was easy to find, thanks to Waze. A tiny reception area greeted me. What impressed me was the blood pressure check they did as routine. Oh di ba? Wellness talaga ang peg! They take your shoes and give you slippers. (This always makes me uneasy. I know how easy it is to get foot infecton!)

I was ushered into a small, cramp space that served as locker cum lounge. You step out of that and you already see the glass door leading to the tiny comfort room, the narrow steam room, the claustrophobic dry sauna room. Yes, everything is just squeezed into one place.

There were a few other guys there. None to make me feel horny and interested at all. So I asked that my massage be moved earlier. That took sometime to arrange. Meanwhile more patrons were coming. And as I waited by the doorway of the locker cum lounge, I actually saw this guy inside the steam room kneel in front of someone else!! I was shocked that it could happen in such a small place, a well-lit steam room at that!

I really didn’t want to see that. Luckily, my therapist was available. So I was led to a small cubicle for my “ocho ocho”. I signed up for a combination scrub and massage. My therapist was not one of the attractive ones. But that was okay. His scrub and massage was actually good. But the clincher was the deliberate way his arms would brush my penis to stimulate it. Yes, I was very stimulated. Yet, there was no offer of anything. It leaves you high and dry (well maybe dripping with pre-cum).

By the time I was finished (around 5ish), there were a lot of guys at the spa. Still, nobody worth a second look or even staying on for another round of steam or sauna. LOL.

Verdict: Therapist I got has good massage hands - strong with enough pressure and moves. The erotic stimulation I could do without, if it couldn’t lead anywhere. I don’t like the place - dark, old, cramp and not really well-maintained. I met someone who would never go back there because he was bitten by a cockroach! Yikes! But the place is packed with action. The thread online speaks volumes, I may have lucked out on someone I would find attractive. But if you scroll through the convo, it seemed that there were really hot ones who frequent the place.

I would have vowed never to return EXCEPT for that one cute therapist who was hanging around as I was lacing up my shoes. He had that naughty smile that made me rethink whether the massage may not be as ‘clean’ after all.

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