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.


Do you know the feeling of ‘being away’? I mean, i’m alive, i’m well, and doing good. But for some reason, i’m lacking something. I miss going to church for something i couldn’t even count. And i realized, i never prayed for so long already. It seems to be backsliding, admitted or not, but i could have, certainly. I saw the need when i finally set foot in the church.
Comment by simple — August 24, 2007 @ 8:44 am