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A Book of Promises

Books are the friendliest companions anyone can have. It can define a person. It speaks to one’s deepest thoughts, creativity & personality. In the website dictionary reference.com, a book is defined as handwritten & printed work of fiction (and non-fiction), usually on sheets of paper fastened or bound together within cover.

Today, putting E in front of the book will immediately send off the words similar to that of the printed type, such as handwritten, printed and cover.

Way back in grade school, Sweet Valley High & Sweet Dreams were the most popular reading material among girls. High school was an extreme one. Bookworms will have a library of the best classical books like: JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings which sold over 150 million copies from 1954-1955; CS Lewis’ the Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe that from its release in 1950, sold 85 million copies while JK Rowling’s H. Potter which sold 450 million from 1997-2007.

But guess what book sold 6 billion copies since it was first printed?

The Holy Bible.

Even adding up the 3 books that I sighted cannot outnumber the amount sold by the Bible.

The Bible is composed of 66 books, 39 of them is the Old Testament while 27 is the New Testament published approximately in 6900 languages with 40 authors. Some people perceive this book as a basic instruction before leaving earth.

I believe this is the most neglected book in the world. May I see the hands of those who have a Bible? Now, may I see the hands of those who read it everyday?

Do you know that it is banned in at least 52 countries?

Just to mention a few: The government of China, for example, allowed the book to be distributed to churches and seminaries but could not be mail-ordered by individual or unregistered churches. A certain Pastor Gong in China was arrested in 2001 and is serving a 19 year prison sentence. He suffered a stroke last Dec 2012 which left him paralyzed and unable to speak. Even at the age of 85 and given his condition, his family was denied visitation.

In Morocco, they allowed the Bible to be printed in French, English and Spanish but not in Arabic.

In Maldives, only foreigners can have Bibles in private.

How did the Bible become such a big threat to these countries?

In Hebrews 4:12 , it says “ For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any double edged sword, it penetrates even to the dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow, it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”

People are being persecuted in other countries for speaking the truth. What is wrong about a life changing experience? I’m not talking about the Life of Pi but the life of Jean Valjean in Les Miserables who encountered God’s grace and decided to turn over a new leaf.

The Law of God is the simplest to accept. Faith = salvation.

The law of man is legalism. Mistakes = punishment.

What then do you prefer?

Inside the Bible you can find  stories like Noah’s Ark, Joseph the Dreamer, King Solomon’s Proverbs,  David’s Psalms,  Jesus’ Parables and other great literary pieces. You name it! It took 1600 years to write this book.

And sad to say, after what I just openly shared, the truth is we still look for other books to read. Maybe the controversial gospel of Judas or perhaps the unpopular gospel of peanuts?

Stephen Covey who died July last year wrote in his book “People who don’t read are no better off than people who can’t read.”

Think of the Bible as a Love letter from a perfect Father who does not want us to be led astray in this world but to teach us how to live life according to His will. The will to purposely live for Him as his children, made into His likeness for His pleasure.  If your dad gave you a letter wouldn’t you be excited to read it?


About the Author:

Aside from being a lover of water sports, the sun and everything about nature, Miss Duckie shares her time and talents at Sunday school and works as a Financial Consultant for a prestigious and private investment firm in the Philippines

Celebrating the Chinese New Year in the Philippines

Once again, I am out and about in the lovely metro.

Below are some of the food adventures I’ve been up to lately, while welcoming the Year of the Snake with a good friend.

Since it was the Chinese New Year, I wanted to celebrate by having Italian for lunch and cake for dinner. Go figure, haha.  😉

Called Pazzo Rollio, I had mine in Quattro Formaggi (4 Cheeses).
Called Pazzo Rollio, I had mine in Quattro Formaggi (4 Cheeses).
They call this Pumpkin soup. Filling and healthy.
They call this Pumpkin soup. Filling and healthy.
Introducing my lunch. Bow.
Introducing my lunch. Bow.
While waiting for dinner, here at a restaurant called Mary Grace for some down time. Ambiance, music, food. Lovely.
While waiting for dinner, here at a restaurant called Mary Grace for some down time. Ambiance, music, food: Lovely.
Dinner won't be complete without my date for the evening. Here with one of my good friends, Trish.
Dinner won’t be complete without my date for the evening. Here with one of my good friends, Trish.
Out and about as usual.
Out and about as usual.
In a way, there seems to be a romantic touch to night lights...
In a way, there seems to be a romantic touch to night lights…
Need I say more? ;-)
Need I say more? 😉

Kung Hei Fat Choi everyone!

A Taste of Makati City, Philippines

In my usual food adventures, I came upon this little mercato found at the heart of bustling Makati City. This progressive city, with its flavors, noise and smells, will eventually grow on you.

Welcome to my city: Makati!

Noisy, crazy Makati City and a place I call home...
Noisy, crazy Makati City and a place I call home…
This was dinner by the way...
This was dinner by the way…
Lunch. Big. Heavy. Delicious.
Lunch. Big. Heavy. Delicious.
Loved the artwork on this one...
Loved the artwork on this one…
Yes, I have a sweet tooth...
Yes, I have a sweet tooth…




“Mi último adiós” (My Last Farewell)

Filipino nationalist, reformist, genius: Jose Rizal
Filipino Nationalist, Reformist, Genius:
Jose Rizal

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caress’d,
Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,
With gladness I give thee my Life, sad and repress’d;
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at its best,
I would still give it to thee for thine welfare at most.

On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight,
Others give thee their lives without pain or hesitancy,
The place matters not: cypress, laurel, or lily;
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom’s site,
It is the same if asked by home and Country.

I die as I see tints on the sky b’gin to show
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy night;
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow,
Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so,
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent light!

My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,
My dreams when already a youth, full of vigour to attain,
Were to see thee, Gem of the sea of the Orient,
Thy dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high plane
Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

My life’s fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,
Hail! Cries out the soul to thee, that will soon part from thee;
Hail! How sweet ’tis to fall that fullness thou may acquire;
To die to give thee life, ‘neath thy skies to expire,
And in thy mystic land to sleep through eternity!

If over my tomb some day, thou wouldst see blow,
A simple humble flow’r amidst thick grasses,
Bring it up to thy lips and kiss my soul so,
And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my brow,
Warmth of thy breath, a whiff of thy tenderness.

Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry,
Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, brilliant light,
In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,
And should a bird descend on my cross and alight,
Let the bird intone a song of peace o’er my site.

Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporise
And with my clamour behind return pure to the sky;
Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;
And on quiet afternoons when one prays for me on high,
Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God may rest I.

Pray, thee, for all the hapless who have died,
For all those who unequalled torments have undergone;
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have cried;
For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied,
And pray too that thou may seest thine own redemption.

And when the dark night wraps the cemet’ry
And only the dead to vigil there are left alone,
Disturb not their repose, disturb not the mystery:
If thou hear the sounds of cithern or psaltery,
It is I, dear Country, who, a song t’thee intone.

And when my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let it be ploughed by man, with spade let it be scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them turn to dust to cover thy earthly space.

Then it matters not that thou should forget me:
Thy atmosphere, thy skies, thy vales I’ll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to thy ears I shall be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.

My idolised Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye; oh, harken
There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
I’ll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Where faith does not kill and where God alone doth reign.

Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome day;
Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my way;
Farewell to all I love; to die is to rest.

José Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda
(June 19, 1861 – December 30, 1896)
Filipino Nationalist and Reformist