My husband has a Filipino friend who lives in America. He is a pastor who preaches the word of God and often writes lengthy emails to my husband to help him fill his own blogs with content (my husband writes his own blogs too). His friends name is Pastor Louie and with my husband and Pastor Louies permission, I am allowed to include this piece written by the Pastor himself.

So, without further ado, I introduce the writings of Pastor Louie. This piece is titled, ‘How To Live Another Day.’

‘The journey from here to the next day is as different for each person as, in all the fantasy worlds, is the nature of the world we live in. Our world as we know it propels itself onwards through time, just like an automobile speeding. The car of the past could happily chug along at a steady whistle, used to propel us from one place to the next as it ploughs onwards.

Our planet’s chariot is a mere speck in the universe and its journey through space and time could be no further from our focus. We look at our Earth, our home and settle in our comfortable little posts, placing it in the n Bukhes of a broker’s hashmark most times, even though we are capable of returning to the many houses we have had to begin with, just as we are eager to build new ones. Our planet is the star of the show and we are its audience. We find the stars and sometimes we stay, staying so long to see them become starfires. Exploring the cosmos we discover the innumerable white dwarfs in the hues of the solar system and some even dwell in the heart of a galactic system. No longer a distinguishable bright star, white solar systems now ushering in the presence of a hundred billion stars. The white dwarfs inform of the Pleiades or the S consecrated realms of angelic beings. And in the same way, the sweeping c clarions make us feel like a modus Operandium as well as instruments of the Almighty.

So in the midst of our earth’s night and day and week and month and moments, we think there are no illusions or illusions we can see. We seem to occupy our hearts with the politic, the benefic and other wicked political systems. We long for freedom from hunger and war and an end to our private business. We want better health care for our kids and higher education for our leaders. We want to walk through the green mountains and call them our new homes. We want retreat for the guy we meet at the party with a beat up cart. We want to live with the freedom to express what we have inside without fear of ridicule and shame and judgement. To truly live without fear. There is America and there has been America, a great land of liberty and opportunity, a land with technologically advanced oceans and information networks and a people who are bonded to their lowly ancestors, who lived off the land and subsist in the woods. It’s what we bring to this land that will determine who we are.

I see that all kinds of things consume our attention – television, stereo, the internet, families, all manner of things. We tackle these one at a time. It’s all good – just consider all this as stuff that makes life more fun. I love music. If I can’t do it, it’s ok. I appreciate nature but I am aware of both my ignorance and my timidity, which I vow to change. I live in the United States; I think I am surrounded by the greatest country in the world, so I want my children to be free to visit the country they call home. I’m here when they are little, and when they get a little older, I move on to the next chapter. When I retire, I am proud to be an American and know that God has inspired me to leave here well in advance of my last day here. What about my grandchildren and my nieces and nephews who will become the next generation of Americans? Or Canada or Australia or some other land?

I want them to be encouraged by the principles they can learn out of the Bible book that is their parent and help themselves grow from Jesus time to time. Not to convert to their particular religious views, not to bring them up in a shining Christian environment, but to be able to look beyond the motives of the times and gather the courage to live in the light of the shining Christ. I want to encourage them as young and as old as myself to squeeze out the goodness of most schools in need. We need better schools, more rigorous training in mental health, more art programs to help young people stay off drugs and to have their parents quit drinking. We must bear the idea that the dessert lieson the grin of good heart. I hope they come to us when they are really old and reach for the chin on their string also.’