Monday, July 8, 2019

THE JOLLIBEE SPELL AND HOW I (TRY TO) RESIST IT

Growing up, I see lots and lots of kids enticed with Jollibee.  Kids will see Jollibee and they'll go crazy. Parents get the notion that they have to bring their kids to Jollibee and feed them there to make them happy. My son, Shalom, is no exception. His cousin has a little Jollibee stuffed toy that they love playing with. This is why he is familiar with that big smiling bee. Whenever we're on a road trip and we pass by any Jollibee store, he would eagerly scream "Jollibee! Jollibee!"

For most parents, when kids scream Jollibee, they interpret it as the child wanting to eat there. But really, all they want is the image of that happy smiling bee. Because most parents fall into the trap of the Jollibee marketing strategy, they would usually bring their children to Jollibee as a treat. This experience creates positive memories into the child's brain, which makes them love Jollibee even more, because the equation becomes "Jollibee = family time".

Obviously, Jollibee isn't the healthiest place to bring our children to eat. I would rather bring my kids in a restaurant with home-cooked meals rather than a fastfood whenever we go out to spend some family time. But because Jollibee is so irresistibly cute and they're literally everywhere in the country, children would always be attracted to Jollibee.

The other day, we went to a mall and we were looking for a place to eat. My husband and I are not fans of fastfood restaurants and we didn't want our children to grow up loving their unhealthy meals. We happened to pass by Jollibee, and guess what? My son automatically stopped right in front of their entrance where the big Jollibee statue stands welcoming each customer. We let him play with Jollibee for a while, he shook the hand, tapped the belly, touched the body and smiled at his big smiling face. And then, we told him we have to go on. When it was time to go, he didn't resist. I guess it's because all he needed was a litte time to play and then he's done. I guess that's what most  children just need. A little time to play, without necessarily eating there. Well of course, you can also eat at Jollibee. I'm not saying it is wrong. But when children scream Jollibee, it doesn't mean you have to always go inside the store and order something. They may just need a little high five.

So what happened on our trip was that we went to the restaurant right across Jollibee where we ordered some pasta and pizza. While eating, Shalom just kept looking at Jollibee and saying Jollibee while enjoying food from across the hall. Not bad, hey? We call it compromise. :)



Shalom saw Jollibee on a mall and can't help but to play with this giant happy bee :)



DOING THE WRITE THING AS A MOM

It's 2019! I opened my blog again and it has been more than 2 years since I last wrote something here! I have been wanting to write forever, but many things keep me from doing so. Today, I opened my laptop and decided that I will no longer make excuses.

So, my last post was about my (first) pregnancy and waiting for baby Boy to arrive! Lo, and behold, he came out on May 15, 2017 after 11 hours of labor, and we called him Shalom. I breastfed him until I ran out of milk shortly before he turned 1 year old. He is now busy running around, talking, commanding, and copying everything we say or do. But let me fill you in on more details...

When Shalom was 8 months old, my husband and I found out that I was pregnant... again (which is why I ran out of breastmilk 5 months into my 2nd pregnancy)! We were a little bit surprised, but also delighted that we have yet another blessing. Our little baby boy was already a "kuya" (older brother) too soon, and it gave me mixed feelings of excitement and anxiety. I went through almost the same pregnancy chronicles, although this time, I found it a little bit more difficult, given that I have gained weight since the first baby, so being pregnant and heavier is a lot more work (and weight) for my spine and bones. My lower back and legs suffered the consequences. Until today I will still feel sciatic pain from time to time.

On September 8, 2019, after 19 hours of labor, hunger, and pain, our little girl finally arrived, much to the delight of our family. We named her Agatha. She was borne tongue-tied, which is why on her first few days, I found it so hard to breastfeed her. She just couldn't keep her mouth sucked into my nipples because her tongue couldn't hold it long enough, I guess. After doing some research and asking moms of other tongue-tied children, I set an appointment with her doctor so she could have her tongue-tie release. Much to my surprise, the day before the appointment, she was rigorously crying and fighting with my nipple (which she does everytime she feeds) and suddenly there was a little amount of blood coming out of her mouth. I also saw a short thread-like thing sticking out from her tongue, and then for the first time, she licked her lips and her tongue came out. I realized that her tongue-tie is already gone! It was her first miracle and I will never forget that moment, everytime I see her stick her tongue out when she makes silly faces. After that, I didn't go to the doctor anymore.

Today, Agatha is 10 months old and Shalom is in his "terrible 2s". Shalom is starting to show his will, commanding things he wants to get done, and resisting if he doesn't want to do what he is being told. He is generally a good listener, sweet to his little sister, and can play by himself most times. He loves singing and playing musical instruments. He would usually turn any stick or long object into a drum stick, and then toy buckets, the floor, chairs, table, plates, or his sister's back becomes a drum. His recent favorite songs include "How Great Thou Art," "Softly and Tenderly," and "Mighty to Save." He has always been a "reserved" baby, and it is still very evident in his personality now that he is older. He is very very shy, especially among strangers. He will not smile or talk to a new person, but he will get the hand and put it on his forehead to "bless" to an adut when he is told. He prefers being left on his own instead of having adults gather around his cuteness. He goofs around only with family and familiar people. He loves music and sings a lot.

Agatha, on the other hand, has already discovered that it is more fun on the floor than being left in her crib. Therefore, she rejects the crib and would cry her lungs out if you leave her there for a few minutes if you needed to sweep and mop the floor first. Since she was a baby, she has been "sociable" and freely gives her smile away to people, even to random strangers (Shalom has never smiled at strangers). She and her brother are so sweet to each other, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night without seeing the other. At this point, she is so cute and cuddly and sweet, like most adorable 10-month olds. But she is already showing her strong personality, which she probably got from her mother (and I love it!)

Being a mom (for 2 years now), while still having a full-time job is enough to keep me busy. But a lot of times I feel like I needed to do something that I always loved doing - WRITING. From now on, I will try my best to start writing again. I will write the things I feel, the things I dream of, and the things I see - watching my two adorable children grow. In writing, I hope to keep all the memories of this stage in my life. All the joys and challenges it takes to have two toddlers. All the fulfilment and gratitude of being able to still have a career and do what I have always done, while my kids are being well taken care of by my parents, and the journey of raising our kids well while nurturing my marriage. I will try to write at least once or twice a month. Or maybe more if I have the time. But writing will be my "me" time. My mental therapy as I juggle my daily crazies. And hopefully, in writing, I can also inspire others. In any way possible.

I am back on the road! The radical journey continues!



Wednesday, May 3, 2017

PREGNANCY CHRONICLES

It's my 36th week! I've been feeling heavier than ever, and sometimes losing my balance while walking, or trying to get off from bed, or even just standing from a chair. The last 36 weeks has been quite a wonderful journey, not only for me but also for my very wonderful husband who has been loving and supportive along the way.

As I've written in another blog post a few months ago, this child is indeed a blessing to us. I started praying for a child as early as ten years ago, and even before we got married, my husband and I have had so much faith that God will bless our marriage with children. Little did we know, we will receive this precious gift right after our wedding! It was a most welcome surprise and the best wedding gift we've received!

First Trimester

The first trimester was not as tough as I've heard it to be. I never threw up, nor had the usual morning sickness most pregnant women experience. But I had my fair share of tough times. I lost appetite in nearly everything. I couldn't appreciate the taste of food, even those I used to love. I only ate for the sake of eating. I knew I needed to get nourishment, so I made sure I ate three times a day. But trust me, those times were the worst times I have in my memory of me eating. I've always loved food and eating, so not having the appetite was a punishment for me. 

Aside from the appetite, there was the usual fatigue I would feel most of the day. I had to sneak in for a 30-minute nap in the afternoon because I just can't help it and my energy does not last long enough. During those times, I would be in bed for the night at around 8PM, and would wake up at 6AM. Of course, this includes a trip to the restroom to pee almost every one to two hours. In the morning, I would usually wake up feeling really hungry, but once I start thinking of what to eat, I lose my appetite and just end up with an apple and my usual porridge or cereal to get through the difficult phase of choosing what to eat.

Aside from appetite issues, there's the normal emotional ups and downs, with my husband being away for work most of the time. So spending most nights alone was not easy.

The first trimester was also a time when I did mostly my last travels. I traveled to Cambodia for a week to attend to the last module of the Peace Leadership Training I was part of. At 8 weeks, I went back to Angkor Wat just to take photos with my little bump. :) Though my bump wasn't very visible yet at the time, I made sure the photos showed my traveling bump.



At 12 weeks I traveled to Tagum City to speak with a group of farmers about peace and human rights, and the socio economic reforms. My husband and I have been praying for Tagum City, seeing it as our long-term place of residence in the future. It was good to see the city while I was pregnant and our dreams of moving there have been revived in my heart.





Second Trimester

As I have read, the second trimester is really a friendly time. My appetite came back (right about Christmas season, which is great!) I also felt a little bit more energetic, and since my bump size was still manageable, I felt great and excited.

On the 16th week we found out the gender of our baby. Before we even got married, my husband shared to me how he twice dreamt of us as a family. The first dream was that we have two children, an older boy and a younger girl. The second dream was that we have a baby boy. So somehow, in our hearts and in our minds, we were preparing for our firstborn baby boy! During the ultrasound, when the doctor blurted out that it was a baby boy (without even asking if we wanted to find out), we were extremely happy and it got us all the more excited! There was the feeling that "we knew it all along," but it was also good to confirm it. We also have three names listed for our first three kids! But I'll talk about the name once this baby comes out.

The second trimester was both an exciting and challenging time for my work, and I got around with this bump in all my meetings. Some of the highlights included documenting a briefing with diplomats regarding the updates on the peace process between the government and the National Democratic Front. A few of the diplomats were curious how far along I was in the pregnancy.



Another highlight included meeting with the government and NDF panel members/consultants to present the compilation of Socio-Economic Reforms (SER) recommendations that we have been working on in the last years.




At around 20 weeks, Peace Church community had a retreat in Tanay, Rizal. We hiked at a waterfall where two people were baptized, and then everyone had a great time splashing in the water (except for me), for fear of slipping on the slippery rocks.


At 27 weeks, I was privileged to join Peace church community members in presenting about what it means for the church to engage in Social Transformation at the annual Asian Theological Seminary (ATS) Theo Forum. My bump has been more visible at this time, and this boy sure was a cooperative little one.




Third Trimester

Now, we're talking pregnancy! You know, what you see in movies? Big bump, maternity clothes, and walking like a duck. So everything still feels great, but the heavier weight in my abdominal area is sure not good for my balance and walking. I mean, I need not worry about walking like a supermodel, but I know that my walking doesn't look great. And my clothes! Ugh! I already have a set of clothes that are more "comfortable" and "loose", so I have been using those as maternity clothes. But boy, it still surprises me how some of the bigger ones already fit me now, especially on my tummy! Some even got a little tighter!

At 31 weeks, my father-in-law passed away. Surely one of the most challenging times for my husband and his family. So I needed to travel to Tagum City to attend the funeral. But because I'm already at week 31, I first needed to get a medical certificate so I can be allowed to get on a plane. Traveling with a big bump, in my experience, had its own privileges. I get to use the priority lanes for  getting inside the airport and checking in. But, it was also hard when I have to pick my bags, or having to get up and pee a few times during the flight.

It has since been my last long-distance travel for the third trimester. Now that my bump is huge and I am feeling heavier than ever, it has also been harder to commute on a bus from Quezon City (where I work) to Laguna (where my parents live). But because I planned to give birth at home, I had to take an early maternity leave (with the hopes that this little boy will also come out soon enough). Commuting just was not a good experience for me, especially if I have a heavy bag with my laptop on it.



So now, I'm on my 36th week and the waiting game begins. My due date is on May 27th, but the doctor said the baby can come out anytime. And I really hope he comes out, right around the 37th week when my husband comes back from his trip in the south.




Now, I'm praying for a fast and safe labor and delivery. Every day I pray that I will deliver a healthy baby boy without complications for me or for him, and that everything will work out perfectly.












Sunday, November 20, 2016

The FILIPINO FORGIVENESS - and its EXPLOITATION

"Forgive and forget," that's what people would always advice those who are experiencing pain from an abuser. It becomes a blanket advice from people who normally have never experienced the same kind of pain. From people who may never understand what that pain meant.

The concept of forgiveness in the Filipino culture has been exploited too much, to the point that people often let things go in order for them to look like good people. In fact, for them it is an act of "true Christianity." This country has been colonized by the Spaniards bearing the cross, colonizing in the name of Christianity, teaching our people to "submit" and "obey," and if anything unjust was done to you, you are to "forgive" and "forget" as an act of true Christianity. Those teachings were so much exploited in order for the colonizers to continue to enslave our people. So that they will not fight back against the Spanish colonizers who are abusing them in their own lands. For more than three hundred years, it was ingrained in the Filipino psyche, that even after the brave heroes fought for the country's freedom (not without the presence of traitors), so much of the distorted theology has remained in our culture.

The Spanish colonizers were followed by American colonizers, bringing Protestantism and education as a disguise to colonization. Again, Filipino forgiveness has been exploited - you are not to demand justice, especially if the offender or abuser is someone who is in authority. The concept of authority as anointed by God (Romans 13:1-7) has also been exploited, in a sense that anyone in authority - in the church, in politics, in the family - can never be questioned because God anointed them for the position of power they hold. Anything they do is considered right, and even if people do not agree, you are not allowed to question their authority because they are 'anointed by God'. But what if those in authority abused their power and selfishly turn away from the will of  God? Does that still make them "anointed'? They use Matthew 5:38-42 (turn the other cheek) to justify that the people's suffering is acceptable, in order that they will not revolt against the oppressors. Totally misleading people from the teaching of the Bible. Again, our brave heroes fought for this country's freedom, Heneral Luna, for instance, but never without the presence of our country's own traitors who brutally killed him.

The Philippines has become a country with great leaders, and also lots of traitors. Those who are put in power (either by the people or by themselves) are mostly succumbing to greed (for power and wealth), each with their own story. Each protecting their own interests and families, and the few good ones being murdered by traitors.

There was once a rich ruler who succumbed to his greed - both for power and wealth - that he became a dictator and ruled for two decades. He ruled far beyond the time allowed for him. He created many big projects that until now are being used by the public. He built schools, hospitals, roads, trains, and bridges. Anyone who questions his dictatorship are either thrown in jail, tortured, killed, or would mysteriously disappear never to be found again. His rule was loved by some of the people who are ignorant of all the murders and plunders he has been doing in other parts of the country. Some parts of the country have been relatively peaceful and people who are 'good enough' to know not to question authority, adored this leader with their lives. This ruler's wife has exploited all the riches they have been stealing from the country, displaying their extravagance to the entire world. His children also enjoyed all the family's riches. They were given everything they needed, vast resources spent to adorn and entertain themselves. They were given positions in the government, without having to go through the normal process others would have to go through. At their whim, their enemies, or anyone who tries to question them will immediately be murdered by their rich father, the ruler (dictator) of the land.

At one point, the people decided that this dictatorship needs to stop. There has been so much injustice and human rights violations in this leadership, including thousands who were tortured and killed, several communities that were massacred, and billions of money loaned from international comunity to build all his beautiful projetcs, because the people's taxes are kept in the family's treasury to sustain their extravagant lifestyles. These loans are still being paid by the people, until thirty years later. Not all the people know about it because the information being sent out to the public through the media are all controlled by the dictator. At that time, the people were united into a people power revolution. One that inspired the whole world of the power of democracy. The dictator was replaced by a rich widow, wife of one of the dictator's political critique. The dictator's family was exiled after the revolution, bringing with them all the wealth and jewelries they plundered from the country. After a few years, the dictator died from a decease. He was initially buried privately, but the family has a plan. They wanted to bury him as a hero. They wanted to come back to the country and rule again.

The widow's leadership was not without controversies and human rights violations as well. The leaders that followed after her, each with their own interests and anomalies. Eventually, the dictator's family was allowed to return to the country, with an agreement that his body will be buried far up north in their land. The family signed the agreement, but they never really buried the dictator. They wanted a hero's burial. They wanted to come back and gain power all over again.

Thirty years after the revolution, the dictator was buried in the Heroes' cemetery like a thief in the night. They arranged a hero's burial secretly, because they know that many people will not allow it to happen. The children defend their father, saying he can be buried as a hero because he was a soldier. They say there was nothing to apologize for their father's cruel leadership, because they did not know anything about it, and that they were 'too young' to understand what happened during that time. 'Too young,' they say, when they were already young adults at the time, enjoying all the extravagance of their status and wealth. They call for the people to "move on," "forgive" - without asking for forgiveness, and to heal.

The tragedy of this is that many people, good people, accept their call for forgiveness, healing, and moving on, without even understanding that until today, thirty years later, there are still thousands of victims of this dictator who have not experienced justice. There was never even any "apology" from the family, acknowledging that there was wrong done. There was only denial and lies. Many, many lives were lost. Many young people, who could have been today's great leaders, have been raped and murdered in gruesome ways. The dictator, who was ousted by the people, has been buried as a hero, 30 years later. It was an insult to the democracy that many fought for. And it has divided the country - families, friendships, and relationships. The very family who was calling for "forgiveness" and "healing" - has caused division in so many levels. Yet they are the ones who have never moved on, even waiting for thirty years before burying the dead. Poor skeletons!

Ironically, the division was caused mainly by the call for "forgiveness" and "healing." Many people - Christians, especially - would justify that the dictator's burial can be accepted and he can be forgiven because the law allowed it and that God would judge everything in the end. That it is not for us to judge those who sin against us.

Here is where conflict occurs. In the New Testament, Jesus often talked about forgiveness, even saying forgive 'your brother' seventy times seven (Matthew 18:22). The missing point here is that, Jesus' parables and examples of forgiveness have always been forgiving those who are indebted to you, which in that context means, that person has lower power or authority than you. In that sense, you forgive unconditionally (Luke 7:41-43). In Luke 17:3 Jesus talks about forgiving a brother, in which case there is no hierarchy set up, considering the offender as an equal. Here Jesus talked about forgiveness 'if there is repentance'. If an equal has offended you, you must rebuke, and if there is repentance, forgive. If you have been offended seventy times, and that person came back to you seventy times, you must forgive. Here there are two things: Rebuke, and Repentance. The process of forgiveness in a relationship of equals require repentance from the offender.

As Frederick Keene puts it in "Structures of Forgiveness in the New Testament,":

...the progression of forgiveness can be broken only by a more powerful person refusing forgiveness to a less powerful person. The progression of forgiveness does not move up the structure of power, only down.
The only example where one with less power forgives those with relatively more power, was Jesus Himself on the cross (Luke 23:34). One of Jesus' last words on the cross was "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." At that time, He was crucified on the cross, in a situaion where He has no power. But He was not the one who forgave those who crucified Him. He asked God the Father to forgive them. Being less powerful in the situation, He did not offer forgiveness Himself. Instead, He asked the strongest and most powerful to forgive. He did not indicate that a less powerful can forgive a more powerful.

The link between forgiveness and justice can be established by relinquishing power of the one who is more powerful. In cases of sexual abuse, say, of a pastor to a church member. It will be very difficult for the victim to offer forgiveness, especially if power is not relinquished. There must be space, or action done so that the power imbalance is addressed, and repentance is offered by the offender. Otherwise, a victim cannot offer forgiveness.

In a larger scale, it is the case of this country, where thousands of victims of injustices have never been given justice. There was never even an apology, nor relinquishing of power. Sadly, the offender was even self-declared as a hero. And the dictator's family trying to go back to power. For a large-scale injustice where victims are powerless, it is easy to say "Let God, who is more powerful, forgive." Yes, God can offer them forgiveness. But it is lazy to just sit back and do nothing, watching the victims suffer from all the pain, all the wounds unhealed from the past, and the offender rubbing salt on those wounds. We can offer forgiveness to the dead, but what happened to love and compassion for the victims?

Right now, it is not just about the dictator, or his family. It is about the system that allows cruelty to remain, for evil and injustice to reign, because of the culture of forgiveness that has enslaved this country for hundreds of years. It is a culture that tells people to be lazy. To just sit back, watch God forgive and do the rest, while those who are not yet affected by injustice, remain comfortable in their own homes.

When Jesus said "Follow me," I understand Him saying "Follow what I did. Turn tables, challenge unjust laws and systems, challenge those in authority who are not following the will of God." I did not take it as, "Sit down and just pray while injustices roam on your streets." No. It is a distorted theology passed on to us by our colonizers and oppressors. When you've surrendered forgiveness to God, it does not mean you forget and neglect all those who experience injustice. It means you do something, no matter how small, so that the oppressive and unjust system will somehow allow justice to be served. When you seek and pursue justice, it does not make you unforgiving. Love and compassion for those who are neglected by the institutional injustices, can never be equated to unforgiveness. Yes, forgiveness is offered to the dead. But the family of the dictator needs to show repentance and relinquish power for true healing to happen. Otherwise, we offer our exploited forgiveness as a nation, all over again. We mock ourselves and destroy the future of the next generation, who will live in the same institutionalized injustices.



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Friday, October 21, 2016

THE BEST GIFT

"My child, I have conceived you in my heart, long before I conceived you."

Nine years ago, in September 2007, I had a surgery. I had a huge cyst around my ovary, so my left ovary and fallopian tube had to be removed with the cyst. I was still in college and recuperating was pretty much easy, with the strength of my youth and the support of family and friends around me. But there was a scar left. A 13-centimeter scar that reminded me of the lingering question every time  - will I ever have my own baby? I had no idea.

Before entering into any relationship, I make sure the guy understands my situation very well. And so I fell in love. And this man asked me to marry him last year, December 2015. From the very beginning of our relationship, we both decided we are going to wait til marriage before we have sex. We prepared for our wedding for 8 months, and things turned out to be more awesome than we expected. Of course, it was exceptional because of all our family, friends, and community who poured all their love and support. It was a beautiful day - August 27, 2016. That day, I imagined my life - my future, with this man. I knew it would be full of challenges but it will be worth it. As faithfully as God has provided for our wedding, we knew He will be our constant source of provision throughout our marriage. We made a promise to love each other through the best and even the most difficult times. We will stick together through the most certain things, and even through uncertainties, doubts, and anxieties.

We only had a whole week for honeymoon before we go back to our long-distance setting. He has to finish his work for a few more months, and so during that time we'll have to endure being apart from each other. Before the wedding, most people asked us if we have any plans on having children, and when. I always said we wouldn't plan. We'll wait and see whenever that is. In my mind, in fact, I always thought "if ever that is going to happen?" A question of doubt and anxiety that haunted me for nine years. I knew nothing was impossible. My husband and I had faith that God will give us children. We even have two names lined up for the first two kids. But we were also prepared in case it never happens. We are willing to adopt.

Two weeks after our honeymoon, my monthly period was already delayed. I thought it was probably just due to adjustments in my reproductive organs. The following week, my husband encouraged me to get a pregnancy test to see if ever it's positive. Or else we'll just have to wait a little longer. I thought it wouldn't hurt to try. And so I tested. And it was positive! I tried a second time, and it was positive again! I couldn't believe how possibly true and fast things have been! But I certainly am now conceiving a child. A child I prayed I could have - for nine years! I am so thankful that throughout the years of fear, anxiety, and doubt that haunted me, God  has ever been faithful, answered a little prayer, a heart's desire to be able to carry my own child. Now in the next months, things are going to change inside my body, but I feel like I can endure anything. In Christ!

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

ON DEATH PENALTY

Change. Discipline. Heinous crimes. Death penalty.

People are hungry for change. They elected a leader who promised change and suppression of crimes in a few months. He has a track record for developing a city and making it one of the best in the country. Change, he says, is coming.

People rely on him for discipline. He is a man of strength and courage. The day after elections, some drivers already start dropping off passengers in the allowed drop-off points. Some drug dealers have already made plans to change business. His victory inspired change.

He hates drugs. He hates crimes. The first thing in his agenda is to suppress crimes. Fast. The way to move the country forward is by making sure crimes are not tolerated. 

He is open to bringing back death penalty - by hanging, even. The death penalty has been abolished nearly a decade ago. The Philippines was the first country in Asia to abolish death penalty. But this president who will bring about change, is about to bring back a law that was abolished a decade ago.

There are many debates around this issue, and not surprisingly, a lot of people support bringing it back. Because their president wants it back. Period. What he says, they support. What he wants to do, they will be willing to do. Because he is the only person who can help transform this county.

The church is still silent on this issue. Famous personalities with Christian faith have been asked. Surprisingly, one famous personality agreed that death penalty is biblical. The passage he cited? Romans 13:1-10. The passage talks about duties toward state authorities. That authorities should be respected because God put them there to lead. 

In the Old Testament, death was God's punishment for the people of Israel who disobeyed his commands. God punished not only individuals but whole clans (Num 16:31-33), who dare disobey His commandments. When people worshipped other gods (Deut 13:9), He killed them. When people stole what is supposed to be in God's treasury (Joshua 7:25-26), or when they do not obey simple instructions. He punished them, and their families, if need be - with death. He burned people (Lev 10:2), punished them for complaining (Num 14:36-37), for rebellion (Num 16:31-33), and for committing false accusations (Deut 19:21).

Throughout the Old testament narrative, the children of God continue to forget Him and worshipped other gods. But God's love was unfailing. He continued to send people to lead them back to Him (Deut 4:37). But we humans continue to fail. Crimes and sins against God and against humanity have become our nature. And because sending leaders to lead people back to God wasn't enough, He sent his only Son, Jesus. Jesus became fully human, born as a human, raised and grew up as a normal human. He experienced what it was like to be human, and even though he did not sin, he was sentenced to die. He died hanging on the cross. Death on the cross was the ultimate form of death penalty at the time. He died through the ultimate form of death penalty. But in his death, he reconciled man to God. No one can come to God, except through Jesus. He died, but He rose again after three days. His death  and resurrection was a symbol of victory over death itself.

In present-day reality, death penalty or capital punishment is an issue that still causes heated arguments, especially among Christians. Some people support death penalty because God's punishment for sin is death. Some people are against death penalty because it does not align with restorative justice principles.

Yes, death is God's punishment for sin, which is why we are all supposed to die. But Jesus Christ's death on the cross was an ultimate form of sacrifice. He is the reason why we can have eternal life.

We, humans, are not worthy to impose death to others who have committed crimes. It is only God who can do that.

As a human rights and peace advocate, I strongy believe that death penalty is not the answer to reduce crimes. It would only show that the government does not value the life of its constituents, and would only promote fear and terror. What this society needs is not fear - to force them not to commit crimes. What we need is inspiration - so we can actively and proactively work together towards a better society. We need to explore restorative justice processes. Yes, it may take more time, more energy, more resources. But in the long run, restorative justice is what we need so that the pains and injustices of this generation will no longer be passed on to the next.

Monday, April 11, 2016

THE WISDOM OF THE AGED

I come from a small church denomination with less than a thousand people across the country, with five bishops! Throughout the years it has been puzzling for me and for many people I talk to, how we have so many bishops in so little a denomination as ours.

Recently, I've been reading the stories of church leaders from all the member churches of our congregations and it suddenly hit me why we had so many bishops. Each area/district is in a separate province, a few hours away from each other (by driving), and a few days away by hiking. In each of these areas, people have different cultures, different languages/dialects, different context, and different perpectives. They often need a leader who understands their context to mentor them and disciple them. They need a leader whom they can visit for advice and who can also visit them from time to time to encourage them. In their geographical locations, it would be hard for one bishop to visit the churches on a regular basis without being physically exhausted. That is why, perhaps, they needed five bishops - one for each strategic location. They needed a bishop not just to lead, but mostly to serve as a mentor, a fatehr figure, an adviser, a counselor. 

This now becomes clear to me. The wisdom of the aged people can be puzzling for us, younger generation, but it is amazing to finally figure out that yes, somehow, their wisdom made sense.

There is a lot of things we can do to improve on our current situation, and we need not ditch the wisdom of the aged. In fact, we need their wisdom, their past experiences and lessons from pains ad mistakes - in order to guide our generation into dreaming for the future. :)