Selflessness and Pizza

Selflessness and Pizza

My Kuya, the Selfless Sibling “Kuya, can I trade with you? Two of my garlic and cheese pizza slices, for one slice of yours.” I watched as my older brother, Paolo, scratched his head and looked wistfully at his beloved slice. It was full of meat, onions, ham, and...
Life of Jay – Lesson #4 – Being Part of a Family

Life of Jay – Lesson #4 – Being Part of a Family

Sometimes our uniqueness will emphasize our differences. But no matter how different we are, we’ll always be part of a family. “Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.” 1 Corinthians...
Tao Rin Ang Anino

Tao Rin Ang Anino

“…at darating ang araw na s’ya rin ay mamumukadkad, sisilay sa nakakubling liwanag– titingala-maipipinta ang saya…magniningning at masasaksihan ng mundo ang sarili n’yang  ganda.” Kapirasong linya mula sa sulating pinaglipasan na ng panahon. Sa higit na 300...
Prodigal Son

Prodigal Son

The pigs aren’t his family. But he smells like a pig, is as filthy as a pig, and worse, eats like a pig. No, he doesn’t eat like some gluttonous swine, but he dines with them as if they share a table. Today’s menu is slightly out of routine:  moldy leftovers and this...
Families Are Beautiful

Families Are Beautiful

No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I was born to my parents. I inherited my moon eyes and zipper-like lips from my father, and my strange eyebrows (with one end growing upward) from my mother. I cannot change the fact that I have tendencies I picked up...
Facing a Lion, a Bear, and a Goliath

Facing a Lion, a Bear, and a Goliath

By Drake Nikko Buzeta Assistant Pastor, WIN Better Living Read 1 Samuel 17:31-37 There was once a church in Germany that was forced to close down. Because of this, the pastor had to look for a job to support his family. One day, he was going through the classified ads...
Slave to Son

Slave to Son

The slave is a mere child born into a heritage of chains. He drags his bare feet across the hot ground, scabs on his knees, scratches on his arms. He owns nothing except the dusty tunic hanging like an oversized sack on his famished frame. He is no one. He is no...
Why am I alive?

Why am I alive?

It’s important that we allow ourselves to explore this question. After all, if we have approximately 70 years of life here on earth (depending, really, on when God plans to take us home), then we should know our purpose. I remember struggling to make sense of why life...
Ayos Na, Naayos Pa!

Ayos Na, Naayos Pa!

Tapik ng bahagya sa balikat Bitaw ang salitang “ikaw ay sapat!” Hindi aawas, hindi rin kapos Basta’t ikaw ay ikaw– tapos! Hilig sa pagmamahal ng pamilya Na kung sa suporta ay sobra-sobra Isabay pa ang mga kadugong may tiwala Sa aking kakayahang hindi lubos...