Forgive 70×7: Second Chances Nature Witnesses

Practical Thoughts

I keep returning to that quiet conversation between Jesus and Peter. Peter, practical as always, wanted a clear number. “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?” It sounded generous already. Seven is the number of completeness in their world. Jesus answered with a number that still unsettles me: “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven.” Not a new limit. An invitation to stop counting. I have carried that answer into ordinary mornings, into arguments that leave a sharp taste, into the slow work of giving people, and myself, another chance. What surprises me most is how nature keeps preaching the same sermon without ever opening a Bible.

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The Violent You Is Me

Poetry

Some wounds do not bleed on the skin. They settle in the way a man raises his voice, the way his hands curl into fists before he even knows why. This poem was written from that quiet, heavy place, the place where a son looks at the father who once struck him “for his own good” and finally sees the same fire living inside his own chest. “The Violent You Is Me” is not an accusation. It is a confession. It is the moment the cycle becomes visible, and the only way forward is to ask for mercy, from the father, from the self, and from the child who still lives inside both of them.

In 2026 we talk more openly about intergenerational trauma, about the difference between discipline and damage, about the courage it takes to break a pattern instead of repeating it. This poem sits inside that conversation. It does not excuse the violence. It simply refuses to let the story end in hatred alone.

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Oxygen Ready Before Man: Creation’s Smart Design

Blog

Have you ever paused and asked why the air we breathe every single day was already waiting for us? The answer is written quietly in the first chapter of Genesis. God did not create man and then scramble to invent plants. He prepared the green world first. On the third day He filled the earth with vegetation. Only on the sixth day did He form man from the dust and breathe into his nostrils the breath of life. That simple order is not accidental. It is the reason oxygen has been present for every human generation since the beginning.

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Alaala ng Lupa: Hindi Ipinagbibili

Tula

Mula sa tubig na dakila, dumaloy ang buhay papunta sa lupa. Sa nakaraang cinquain nating “Dakila Ka, Tubig,” pinuri natin ang tubig bilang pinagmumulan ng buhay. Ngayon, ipagpapatuloy natin ang usapan: ang lupa na binubuhay ng tubig ay may sariling alaala. At ang mga alaala na iyon ay hindi ipinagbibili.

Sa panahon ng Pax Silica, kung saan ang silicon, critical minerals, at AI supply chain ang pinag-uusapan, may tanong na dapat nating harapin bilang henerasyon: Ano ang nangyayari sa mga kwento, yapak, at diwa na naiwan sa lupa? Ang tula na ito ay paalala. Tercet ang anyo (tatlong linya, gaya ng tatlong titik ng “Pax”). Siyam na saknong (gaya ng siyam na titik ng “Pax Silica”). Para sa mga guro, mag-aaral, at sa lahat ng may ugat sa lupa.

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Dakila Ka Tubig: Cinquain Tula sa Bagong Panahon

Tula

O Tubig, ikaw ang unang tinig ng buhay. Mula sa malamig na kadiliman ng kalawakan, dahan-dahan kang bumaba sa mundo bilang regalo ng Maylikha. Sa bawat patak, naririnig ko ang kwento ng paglikha, ng habagat, amihan, at bagyo. Ngayon, sa bagong milenyo at sa usapin ng Pax Silica, muli kitang tinatawag. Kailan muli? Dakila ka, Tubig. Salamat. Salamat sa Diyos sa iyong nilikhang tubig. 🙏

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