Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting for clearer skies
Hoping against hope
Barely able to cope
Praying for open eyes
Praying for answers to my cries
Please please please
Bring ease
Please please please
Bring peace
Waiting
What is the Wise Way?
What is the wise way?
Run from hardship if the goal is comfort
Run from sacrifice if the goal is have
Run from pain if the goal is pleasure
Run from risk and doubt if the goal is security
Run from the fight if the goal is safety
But if the goal is to fly, I must face the edge and launch myself, and trust on wings of faith and hope.
Remains of the Day
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
- 1 Corinthians 13:13 (now that’s a lucky verse!)
Come to Me
I am the Lord your God,
I go before you now.
I stand beside you
I’m all around you
And though you feel I’m far away
I’m closer than your breath
I am with you
More than you know
I am the Lord your peace
No evil will conquer you
Steady now your heart and mind
Come into my rest
And oh, let your faith arise
And lift up your weary head
I am with you
Wherever you go
Come to me, I’m all you need
Come to me, I’m everything
Come to me, I’m all you need
Come to me, I’m your everything
I am your anchor, in the wind and the waves
And I am your steadfast, so don’t be afraid
Though your heart and flesh may fail you
I’m your faithful strength
And I am with you
Wherever you go
Come to me, I’m all you need
Come to me, I’m your everything
Come to me, I’m all you need
Come to me, I’m your everything
Don’t look to the right or to the left, keep your eyes on me
You will not be shaken, you will not be moved
Ohhhh
I am the hand to hold, I am the truth, I am the way
Heyyyy
Just come to me, come to me
Cause I’m all that you need
Justifying Faith
The gospel of justifying faith means that while Christians are, in themselves still sinful and sinning, yet in Christ, in God’s sight, they are accepted and righteous. So we can say that we are more wicked than we ever dared believe, but more loved and accepted in Christ than we ever dared hope — at the very same time.
This creates a radical new dynamic for personal growth. It means that the more you see your own flaws and sins, the more precious, electrifying, and amazing God’s grace appears to you. But on the other hand, the more aware you are of God’s grace and acceptance in Christ, the more able you are to drop your denials and self-defenses and admit the true dimensions and character of your sin. ― Timothy Keller
Music 2012: You Are More
There’s a girl in the corner
With tear stains on her eyes
From the places she’s wandered
And the shame she can’t hide
She says, “How did I get here?
I’m not who I once was.
And I’m crippled by the fear
That I’ve fallen too far to love”
But don’t you know who you are,
What’s been done for you?
Yeah don’t you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.
Well she tries to believe it
That she’s been given new life
But she can’t shake the feeling
That it’s not true tonight
She knows all the answers
And she’s rehearsed all the lines
And so she’ll try to do better
But then she’s too weak to try
But don’t you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.
You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.
‘Cause this is not about what you’ve done,
But what’s been done for you.
This is not about where you’ve been,
But where your brokenness brings you to
This is not about what you built,
But what He built to forgive you,
And what He built to make you know.
You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.
You are more than the choices that you’ve made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You’ve been remade.
You’ve been remade
You’ve been remade.
You’ve been remade.
You’ve been remade.
How to Eat an Elephant
There’s a strong breeze blowing my hair in all directions as I sit here typing this. I forgot to bring cooking stuff and food, so I’m sustained by a jar of chunky peanut butter, boysenberry Yoplait, and milk straight from the carton for dinner. It’s times like these that I realize I need someone – someone like Cording, our family’s incredible cook when I was growing up.
Earlier, I went sailing in not-exactly-sunny weather. Sailing is always a nice way to escape and think (though my forehead still hurts from the hit I took from a wrong tack that knocked me completely off the boat).
I’ve taken off for the next few days to bike, sail, rest, and reflect, to thank God for a wonderful 2010, and to prepare for 2011. This end-of-year / start-of-year practice is something I’ve been doing for a long time now, first with my family as a child, now own my own, and it’s something I intend to continue with my own wife and children.
Resolutions and Goals
Many of you are also probably going to do the same and work on ever-popular-but-usually-doomed-to-fail New Year’s resolutions, life goals, or faith goals. And many times, the things we write come up to nothing more than a depressing list of unfulfilled dreams. Remember that our nicest ideas and greatest intentions are worth very little if never realized. The reason why I think this happens is because we’ve forgotten the definition of two important words: resolution and goal.
A resolution is something we have “resolved” to accomplish which means it is something we have non-negotiably decided to achieve.
A goal is a target we are aiming for, and just like with shooting, the trick is to focus all your actions to concentrate on hitting whatever it is you’ve set your sites on, and of course, you have to fire. You can’t just aim forever.
So as you work on your resolutions and goals keep these two words in mind. Decide on what you non-negotiably intend to achieve and focus your sites.
A Foundation of Values
Another common mistake people make when writing their resolutions and goals is that they actually make “wish lists” which end up becoming “might-do lists” or a list of things we hope to accomplish given all the factors line up – which rarely happens. The whole “wish list” effect happens because we usually cook up our lists this way:
1. We ask ourselves or someone asks a guide question such as: How do you see your 2011? Picture what 2011 looks like, what do you see?”
2. We then proceed to think about and imagine what 2011 looks like.
3. Then we write it down.
The flaw in this approach is that while vision is a very powerful thing (how we picture things is many times the map our life follows), our minds and imaginations can play tricks on us and might lead us to two possible resolutions:
• Unrealistic, unrelated, defocused, and unachievable resolutions
• Fearful, limited, uncreative, and uninspiring resolutions.
Either way, we will most probably fail to see our resolutions fulfilled.
Instead, start with VALUES before vision. Start with what’s most important to you and work your way down. Depending on what’s important to you, you can now picture or vision-cast how you’d like those important things to look like.
Knowing what’s really important helps you focus on the essentials of your life, not the nice distractions – and the best distractions are always nice. It’s that lady in a red dress as the Matrix pointed out.
Knowing what’s really important also keeps you motivated because you know that each step you take is a step closer to something or someone you treasure. Striving for things we don’t value is drudgery. Living, even sacrificing our life, for something we value is satisfying.
Most of all, knowing what’s really important assures us that when we do achieve our resolutions and goals we will be met with the fulfilling feeling of attaining things of worth, not the disappointment of realizing you put all that effort for empty treasures.
How to Eat an Elephant
There’s only one way to eat a pachyderm (or anything for that matter). Chop it up into small pieces and eat it piece by piece. (If you’re a smart ass and don’t like the idea of elephant sashimi, chop it up, cook it, and then eat it.)
My point is: work in manageable increments.
Even as I try to stay a realist, I like to encourage people to dream as big as they can, but of course, based on what they value. As it’s been said, dreaming is free so dream big. But to achieve our grand resolutions and dreams and goals and hopes, we have to break things up into things we can handle such as daily tasks that can form a routine, events on our calendar, little contributions to our savings account, or even setting a date night with each kid. Our incredible elephant-like dreams become achievable when we break them down into daily action items, knowing that someday they will all add up to dreams come true.
Remember this: no one is born a success or a failure. We either become a success or a failure depending on the little increments we add to our life. Successful people, people who achieve what they set out to do, are those who, through discipline, focus, and perseverance, little by little move closer to their goals.
Failures are also produced incrementally. It’s one decision to be lazy, plus another moment of procrastination. It’s the trading of uncomfortable necessities (such as exercise and hard work) for initially more fun and more comfortable activities (such as entertainment and self-indulgence). It’s taking the small shortcuts we think will get us ahead but really leads us nowhere. Before we know it the increments have added up and we’re “fat” with baggage we never wanted.
The good news is we can stop at whatever point we’re at, and begin taking the little increments to a better life.
If you want to lose weight, start by subtracting something from your diet. If you want to gain weight, add something. If you want to discipline yourself to read the Bible everyday, start by reading one verse, and just add to it as it reveals itself to you – and it will. If you want to be kinder, start by deciding to do one act of kindness each week, if that’s too much, do once a month. If you want to be more productive, start by setting aside one hour to work without distractions. Whatever it is just start, and start in small manageable pieces.
The Righteous Shall Live by Faith
If I were to describe 2010, I would describe it as the year of “running to God”. This year I moved out of my parents’ home, worked on the businesses Issho Genki (Squalene) and naturalhealth.ph+ (natural health products), AXIO (online services), and Emergy (emerging markets business development), continued to serve the foundations Real LIFE (education), Habitat for Humanity (housing), and CCT (microfinance), and somehow managed to keep painting, reading, playing my sports, and of course, writing. I wish I set aside more time for piano and sailing, which I intend to do next year, but we can only do so much. How I was able to survive this year I can only point to God. I can’t say I always had the money, many times I didn’t. I can’t say I had the strength. This year was so busy and tiring that I lost about 15lbs! I can’t say I knew all the answers. I’ve never had so many unanswered questions and requests in my life. All I had, all I have, is a faithful Father, and my eyes start to tear as I write this, that embraced me with love through every lonely night, that met me with acceptance and forgiveness after every sin, that made a way for me despite every closed door.
I add this part to remind you of one last thing as I conclude, one last word: FAITH. Through all your value-mapping, vision-casting, and breaking down into manageable action points remember that you have a Father who knows the desires of your heart, who sees and rewards your efforts, and who’s desire is that you live fulfilled in relationship with him.
So how do you eat an elephant? Take it on in faith.
God in a Box
Hi David. I’ve been praying for this particular job and I believe that God can help me get it so I’m not applying for other positions. Now I’m thinking if this is what He wants for me or there might be another job for me but I just haven’t considered it.
I think it’s great that you’re believing for this job and practicing faith. Having said that one thing I’ve learned from a life of not getting what I want (because I’m a guy who likes to get what he wants), sometimes God disappoints us for two reasons:
1. To develop our character to be able to handle whatever He’s bringing.
2. Because He has something much greater than our own expectation or hope.
Even as you believe for this specific position keep your heart open to the different things God has planned for you. Don’t box the One who imagined the universe into the universe you’ve imagined for yourself.
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Holding On
Our prayers reach heaven
Every wish, every hope
Every call, every cry
Faith believes
He sees, He hears
He feels, He cares
Faith trusts
He answers in silence
He moves in stillness
Our prayers return
In each sunrise, in grace
In each day’s end, and rest
Ladies & Gentlemen Your Response Please
Once in a while, we find the past making an appearance in our present. Like a movie flashback we find ourselves reliving a memory long dormant and forgotten.
That’s exactly how I felt standing in front of one of the halls in Teachers Camp, Baguio. As I looked through the dusty windows of the empty room, I remembered very vividly a scene from many year back as a young nervous boy:
It was the night of the camp ball, I had been selected Mr. Campference, and as is the tradition, I was to have the first dance with the year’s Ms. Campference - a much taller girl. Growing up, I was always the smallest in my class. I was tiny come to think of it. I can’t begin to describe how scared I was to walk out there and dance with a giant of a female in front of everyone. To me, back then, that was the scariest moment of my life.
I still feel that way, like a schoolboy dancing with responsibilities much too big for him. Sometimes as the music plays, the weight of supporting her through the dizzying turns and steps can get very tiring.
People ask, “Why take on responsibility in the first place? Why bear the burden for others? Why complicate your life?” I don’t really have an answer for them. I see responsibility differently.
To me, to be responsible is to respond. Respond to what? To the needs of people around us and also to the opportunities presented. It’s like that yema boy I wrote about, who, without saying a word, asked me, “David. David. Your response please?” Or when I was asked to join Habitat for Humanity or Real LIFE, “David. David. Your response please?” How do you know that you’re the one to respond? You’ll know if you’re listening, because need and opportunity call you by name. But you have to be listening because everyday there are calls coming out for help, for food, for a chance, for forgiveness, for leadership, for strength, for hope, for love. There’s so many calls that you’re bound to hear one calling you specifically and you can’t miss it, because it’s saying your name over and over and it’s asking, “your response please.”
So for those of you responding I’d like to encourage you with what I shared in Baguio, in that same room that once scared me. Here are 5 short points on HOW to respond.
1. Make love our motivation – While we respond to need and opportunity, let it be our love for people or our passion for a concern or cause that drives us. There are so many needs and so much opportunity, a good way to know which one is for us is to check our hearts and ask ourselves, “Do I love this?”
2. Make vision our guide – To respond to a need or opportunity usually means to enter a situation that’s not ideal – probably far from ideal – and that’s why there’s a need or opportunity in the first place. There’s something missing, something we can bring to the picture. That’s why we have to see the big and greater picture, a picture we remind ourselves when things get challenging – and they always will because nothing worth doing is without challenge.
3. Make discipline our practice – Our passion and our vision should lead to consistent action. This is one area I need a lot of improvement in. It’s nice and fun to be involved in something we like. It’s nice and fun to dream big. But it’s the daily steps and ceaseless plodding that takes us closer and closer to these targets. Unless love and vision are applied in action, they will never produce the masterpieces they were intended to create.
4. Make joy your strength – There is a different energy that comes over us when we’re enjoying what we’re doing. Our work becomes fun, and what’s fun we can sustain longer. Responsibilities don’t always have to be tiring and tedious. We can enjoy the growth, the learning, the discovery, and relationships.
5. Make faith your hope – No matter how motivated we are, no matter how grand or precise our vision, no matter how disciplined we are, and no matter how much satisfaction we derive, we will all face a challenge that’s much much much bigger than us. This is why we need faith in God, that we know we can place our hope in Him and trust that what is too big for us will never be too big for Him, not our responsibilities, not our limitations, not our sins, not our failures, nothing.
As we traveled back to Manila after just 6 hours in Baguio, I was filled with gratefulness to God for even including me in this amazing thing He has designed called life. I know I don’t deserve a spot on the team. I would never make the cut. When I’m very honest with myself I’m reminded, that if I were to take them, I’d fail the leadership test, the integrity test, the faith test, and the excellence test. But that’s the amazing thing. Despite all my shortcomings, there’s a call with my name on it, and it’s not asking if I’m ready. It’s asking for a response.
The Beautiful Interruptions
My articles are getting longer. I notice it too. So I’ve divided this into three parts. Maybe I’m becoming too ambitious with my writing. Maybe I have more to say. Maybe it’s treatment, what a friend called my catharsis, for tiring work days. Maybe I’m hoping that somehow this gives a better contribution to make up for the tactless things I say.
Nights Are A Good Time To Remember
The past few nights, instead of sticking to this month’s reading list, which include a book on Lorenzo de Medici, Islands in the Stream by Hemmingway, a book on Bear Stearns’ financial collapse, Basho’s haikus, and the highly uncharacteristic (for me at least) Seven Levels of Intimacy, I decided to read through my old journals, mostly contained in oilcloth covered Moleskines.
These Chatwin-inspired notebooks may not be the most practical of purchases but they do have their appeal. For one, they have pockets, which are useful for notes, really old but really good letters, for filing old Post-its, and, according to their marketing, they were used by the likes of Picasso, Mattise, and Hemmingway – even though the brand itself was registered in 1996. Picasso died in the 1970s and Hemmingway in the 60s. You connect the dots. Another thing I like about them, and this is why I choose to be gullible, is how nice the uniform little black books look lined-up on my shelf.
But what really make my Moleskines special (special to me at least) are the lines that form the letters and numbers, and drawings, and words, and phrases, and sentences, and paragraphs of events, reminders, and plans, and emotions, and thoughts, and hopes, and prayers that all combine into one big story – the story of my life.
We All Have This In Common: We’re All Different
Much like everyone else’s life story, mine does not fall under one genre. It’s a little adventure, a little mystery, a little horror, a little comedy, a little romance in 1 or 2 quarter segments, a little drama, and even science fiction. Sometimes I forget how amazing my life has been, and envy the experiences, the opportunities, and the resources of others, and when I feel this way I take one of my Moleskines and remind myself of the treasure I enjoy each day. See, the problem with trying to live someone else’s life is that we will fail in two ways: to be fulfilled in a life not meant for us, and to miss the fulfillment in the life we should be living – our own.
The next three offerings are, as I said, divided into three parts: The Beautiful Interruptions, The Beautiful Strangers, and The Beautiful End. I wrote them basically as reminders to value everything in every moment, especially the people, who make these moments, come alive.
The Beautiful Interruptions
One of the things I particularly don’t like about our educational system is that it expects everyone to mature at roughly the same pace. It seems to presume that when you’re a certain age you’re supposed to have a certain level of learning and able to join a certain grade. But people don’t grow, or mature, or learn at the same pace. Not so much because some are smarter than the others but really more because people live different lives, and are exposed to different things at different times leading to different experiences and different learning.
To put it succinctly, the problem with a rigidly programmed educational system is that many times it fails to prepare us for the unplanned and the unexpected.
Reading through my journals made me realize that very little of my life has gone according to plan. Investments that never materialized, business turned sour, my MBA in Spain stunted right after a great interview, relationships strained, paused, or completely ruined, broken limbs and scar-leaving stitches, a suicide bombing, lost luggage, and quite a number of planes and trains missed, I have to say a lot has not gone according to plan.
And that isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes God has to interrupt our plans to make way for something better, to make way for Him. Sometimes I cringe at the thought of what my life would be like today if my plan had pushed through. Maybe it would even be over.
There’s one incident that really underscored this for me. It happened years ago on my only visit to Kabul, Afghanistan. Afghanistan is a beautiful country with beautiful people of amazing strength. I would definitely encourage anyone who knows they are called there to not hesitate and go. That year was 2004, I was 20 years old, and was sporting the most pathetic looking facial hair in the land-locked nation. I was with a long time friend who used to work for the family but decided to go on a series of mission trips. In Aghanistan, while shopping in a popular area, he reminded me that we had a meeting to go to. I corrected him saying that we had a few hours, but he insisted we left. So we left, and arrived at an empty safe house, a few hours early for the planned meeting. I was a little annoyed at him for getting the facts wrong, but the annoyance quickly disappeared as we watched the breaking news on TV. A few minutes after we left, on the street where we were, a suicide bomber had done his thing and taken the lives of a few people. Things didn’t go according to my plan, but I’m glad it didn’t. I’m very happy to be alive today. Besides, there’s a time for everything. The next day we went back to finish our shopping, knowing that a suicide bomber gets to strike only once.
Over the years my friend and I have gotten closer, and I stood as one of two best men on his wedding day, and now am godfather to his son blessed with the amazing name, David.
I try to remind myself, when things go wrong, or are delayed, or are blown away, to be grateful for the beautiful interruptions, knowing that everything happens for a purpose. Maybe it’s to teach us a lesson. Maybe it is patience we need to learn. Maybe it’s to protect us, from ourselves, our own plans, or someone else’. Maybe it’s to teach us to appreciate when we finally have something or someone. Maybe it’s to keep us somewhere long enough so that we won’t miss the sunset. Maybe He wants to remind us of how it feels like to be blessed by the rain. Even, maybe, it’s to prolong the suffering so we’ll know how to comfort those in pain. Whatever it is, there’s a reason, and while I hate to use this corny line (I really really do), that reason is you.
The Children Showed Me How
Maybe it’s because I like to read JM Barry’s Peter Pan over and over. Or maybe it’s because I enjoyed being a kid so much. Maybe it’s because I grew up too fast. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t grown up at all. Whatever the reason, I love kids.
Saturday Mornings
I usually begin my Saturday mornings with kids climbing all over me at the Real LIFE feeding program in Pasig. Doc, Lynn, Sony, Rhia, Ariel, and the rest of the Real LIFE team have organized a wonderful weekly event that not only brings joy to a little more than 150 kids but also blesses the volunteers who give their precious Saturday mornings to share their lives. Rica Tongco, a regular volunteer, was telling me about how touched she was when some of the kids went up to her to say that their families were being relocated from the disaster risk areas they had been squatting on. (Interestingly, some have moved to Habitat for Humanity communities that are developed by another incredible group I have the privilege of being a part of.) The kids wanted to say goodbye and they wanted to show their appreciation to her with small gifts. She showed me a small plastic frame they had given her, and I knew she would never value another frame so much, not even a Napoleon. (That’s a nice kind of frame by the way.)
I never leave empty handed either. Aside from a full-body workout and that feeling of fulfillment that comes with making a positive contribution to someone’s life, I get my ego massaged by comparisons to some Korean telenovela star. On second thought, I’ve never actually seen the show. That could be a bad thing.
I used to question the impact of these programs, particularly the ones that appear to be isolated acts of kindness. Then I had a thought, while running the 21k Condura race a few months ago, I was so grateful for the volunteers who handed out water and cold sponges because when you’ve been running a long time, you’re out of water, and the sun’s burning, that little cup goes a long way. Sometimes it’s just enough to get you to the next cup of water, but then you get there, you drink, and that gets you to the next cup, and the next, and before you know it you’ve finished the race. And that’s what kindness is. It’s one cup to get you to the next point. It’s one more encouragement to hold on. It’s an act of service that reminds others they’re significant. And your kindness adds to my kindness, and adds to his kindness, and her kindness, and to a stranger’s kindness, before we know it, and we may never know it, we’ve all helped someone run their race. It’s not an original idea. But we all have to be reminded.
Sunday Afternoon
Two Sundays ago, I took Nathan, Janina, and Ryan Punzalan to see Ice Age. Let me correct myself, Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs. I’ve learned that we adults have to get these titles and title extensions right or it’s not the same thing. Like this one conversation I had with my cousin Carlos:
Me: You guys want to watch Spiderman at my house?
Carlos: Spiderman 1 or Spiderman 2?
Me: I don’t know. Spiderman.
Carlos: But Spiderman 1 or Spiderman 2?
Me: It’s the same thing. It’s Spiderman.
Carlos: No it’s not. One is Green Goblin and the other Doc Oc.
Me: OK. No more Spiderman. We’re going to the mall.
Carlos: Do you think they have Spiderman?
Me: I’m pretty sure.
Carlos: Spiderman 1 or Spiderman 2?
So anyway, after the movie with the Punzalans, I asked them if they enjoyed it, and Janina, our only girl for the afternoon, said, “You just slept! I was staring at you for a long time trying to see if you would wake up but you just slept!” And Ryan added, “Yeah. You were sleeping. How can you sleep in a movie?” I told them that cinemas are some of the best places to sleep in. It’s dark, it’s cool, if people are polite its quiet, and if the seats recline it’s perfect. I then realized that I’ve slept through the last few movies I’ve seen. Ice Age 3, Transformers 2, Wolverine, name it, I’ve slept through it.
Then I realized another thing.
I used to like watching movies – even dumb ones. Now, I can’t even stay up – not even for good ones. That’s sad I think.
Early Monday Morning
In 1989, I was 5 years old. I remember being in the states, going to Disney, buying toys bigger than me, and eating a lot of turkey leg. I couldn’t afford anything I was doing. I couldn’t get anywhere on my own. I didn’t know the plan. I actually got lost a few times, once for over an hour. I was completely dependent on my parents, but if I had to pick a year for when I was most secure, I would choose 1989.
Fast forward to today. I know more than when I was five. I have more. I can do more. I have savings (if you can call my tennis can of coins savings). I have more positions, more accomplishments, a greater network, but also, I find, a greater level of anxiousness and worry. And while I hate dependence, as Count Almasy puts it “being owned”, I’ve realized that my in-dependence has brought in-security.
But earlier this Monday morning, while in prayer, I remembered the kids at the feeding, the Punzalans, my cousins, and my own childhood, and how they, we I mean, were so secure in our reliance on the adults. I had a thought: complete security is found in complete dependence in someone much greater.
Sometimes I forget to depend on God, and I go at things on my own. But this time I’ll remind myself to let go, to trust, to hope, to rely, to depend, and to let the children show me how.
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