last Sunday was the day i came home to the house of the Lord God.  since the start of 2006, when i came back here in Makati… i had never set a foot on any of his houses…. and the prodigal son came home last Sunday at 6:30 PM… i slowly enter his house without knocking and allow myself to feel at home… and i said "Tadaima" (Im home) and hoping he would answer "Welcome home, come and join us in the banquet made just for you. This is a celebration for my long lost son who was found again."

I guess there would no reason to visit his house often coz it was only across the place where i stay.  and i would always hear his voice calling to his children everytime the celebration starts.