A Bridge on the Gap Between Two Worlds


I live in a world around people who live incredibly simple lives. People who could settle with having dried fish, rice, and perhaps adobo and sinigang (Filipino dishes) for their meals. People who live in non-extravagant homes, and refuse to live with any form of luxury (kaartehan). Sometimes I walk out and see them working hard at the junkyard just near our house, or at the computer shop next door playing computer games, or mostly playing basketball, shirtless out in the rain. I see this old man each morning sitting in front of his house just up the neighborhood. I see mothers taking care of their children, buying ice from us often times.

I wonder what it would be like, to live completely simple like that, where money’s barely enough yet the people find ways for hope and fun.

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Comic #11: I Want To Be That Friend


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I want to be that friend who will stick with you till the end. To be that friend who sees the beauty inside of you that no one doesn’t seem to care about. I want to be that friend who’ll stay true..we’ll have bond that’s held tight by super glue.. But I’ve been that friend who turns away.. those ones I’ve dropped, like shattering clay.. I don’t want to hurt someone again. So if ever you think I’ve failed, just know that I’m imperfect..a work-in-progress. But still, that desire to love with all that it takes.. it’s here. And you can count on that.

 

 

Artwork: Your Home


art by tacticianjenro

“Your Home” – art by tacticianjenro

Borrower, human being, living thing

Life, little, beautiful as spring

Fragile, yet striving to make it through

I wonder if you would mind if I carry you?

Your weight and your struggles, I will make a way,

On my shoulder, for as long as you’d like, you can stay

I’ll be your friend and the answer to it all,

Just trust and hold on, I won’t let you fall.

– Jenro

A Personal Friend of Mine


Love is a personal friend of mine
He’s misunderstood, but he doesn’t mind
He’s pushed to the side, but he’ll never let go
He’ll keep preaching ‘yes!’ in a world screaming ‘no!’

Love has a voice that all his friends know
He speaks of a truth that is set to explode
He speaks of a way no one expects
He speaks of a grace that removes all regrets

Love is a friend who’s always been there
He doesn’t run when the others get scared
He calls me a friend; all my secrets he knows
He stands up for me while the world throws its stones

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Comic: Mr. Noah Tall


Comic: Meet Mr. Noah Tall by me, tacticianjenro

(YAY for my first comic strip! *clap clap clap*)

Meet Mr. Noah Tall. He knows a lot of things. Like, what the answers are, or what the facts are. What are the foundations, the things we need to hear are. Yeah, he seems to “know it all”.

Sure, that’s great! Knowledge and understanding is a great thing. Discipline and obedience is a great thing. So is teaching, directing people..all those stuff.

But what about love? A love that comes from the heart?

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.” -1 Corinthians 13:1-2

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Greyskeil Stories #1 – When I’m Alone


Note: This is a short story I’ve worked on. Happy new year, everyone.

He’s at his room, and everyone else in his family was out. There he was, sitting cross-legged on his bed, head rested on the wall, staring at the ceiling…thinking.

Sigh. The silence. It’s not that pretty much a good thing, I guess.

I used to be so accustomed…to silence. Yet now, it is all but a harsh thing to deal with. It was a gap that needed to be filled. That’s why it feels so uncomfortable…

Back then, I was used to the stillness. I find its comfort a sweet treat during all my times. Yet now…it’s different. Things change and time moves by.

Back then, when things with God seemed so clear…so simple. Now it’s full of confusion. I don’t know which road to take…

He was always thinking, always had those gears in his mind moving – rotating and winding.

There was a lot of discomfort in that aloneness.

Should I do something? Like, work on a long-time goal?
This stillness is getting uncomfortable.
So, who am I, when I’m alone?
Who am I in this distinction, of being locked up in a cage where it’s all me and myself riding the mount towards the path of life?

He knew he seemed crazy. He knew that no ordinary person would be questioning himself with such matters. Perhaps he was just way too introspective. Perhaps…he was just way too confused and psycho.

To break the silence – there it was, his phone, ringing on the end table. He discarded his thoughts for a while and immediately answered the phone.

“Hello? Jenro?”

He knew who it was immediately.

“Oh, Munin. It’s you, as always…uh, glad you called.” Jenro said. Forming a smile on his face.

“Yeah. Sure. What’s up, man?”

Jenro stood from the bed, and walked towards the window to catch some signal.

“There’s no one at home, and I’m just…thinking out loud here. It’s kind of weird.”

“Figures, Jenro,” Munin replied, “I remember when you used to be so acquainted with your aloneness. I remember you muddled at a corner when we were younger, always mysterious and still. So calm.”

“Yeah…I kind of like myself in that way, rather than now. I’ve certainly changed Munin. I’m losing that acquainted feeling…I have… with my aloneness.”

With that, Jenro breathed a sigh.

“I’m sorry if I’m not able to be there, like, right now…I’ve got errands.”

“No, no, that’s fine. Thanks a lot.”

“Sure. If you need help, I’ll be right here.”

“Thanks again, Munin.”

With that, Munin ended the call.

Phew. Now, what to do?

Jenro put down the phone and looked at himself in the mirror. He just…looked at himself. He saw…how different he was. How he changed through the years.

I’ve changed, huh? I mean. I look different. I act…a little bit different. It’s quite a shaky thought, really…

As Jenro was looking, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs to see who it was.

It was Jethro, one of his cousins.

“Jenro. Hi.”

“Jeth. What brought you here?”

Jethro cleared his throat, before speaking. “I kind of felt like I wanted to check up on you, so I did. You know, jjust wondered if you wanted to talk about things, or share a deep conversation.”

Jenro smiled. He liked deep conversations.

Jenro motioned Giosef inside his house, and both of them sat on their living room sofa.

“All alone?” Jeth mentioned.

“Yeah. Well, partly. I’ve still got God with me, remember?” Jenro said, putting up a smirk.

What Jenro and his cousin had in common was their same faith-roots, and they had almost agreed about everything concerning faith. They were both from a Christian family, and Jenro always liked talking to his cousin.

“You’re right. God will never leave us. He’s a faithful God.” Jeth said, “So what you thinking about as of recent?”

Jenro thought about his words. “Well, as of recent, I’ve been think about…umm…changing. You see…I’m…not that kind of person that I was before.

“There are a lot of things that I’ve went through, and a lot of stuff that I’ve adapted to bring forth the change within me, and I don’t know if that’s positive or negative, at all.” Jenro added.

“I get your point.” Jeth nodded.

“I still feel weak. I still feel as if I’m not strong enough…to overcome these things. I’m caught between having the will to fight them, or just letting them be and just doing nothing, waiting, for God to make His way into these changes.”

“And what are those changes within you that’s been springing?”

“First off, I’ve lost my acquaintance to being by myself. That stillness that I once had isn’t there anymore. Second, I’ve been a lot more frustrated and I’ve been worrying a lot…especially about this thing about faith and God, and about my salvation. It’s making me grow thinner, and lose my appetite a lot more.”

“But, Jenro…you have nothing to worry about. We can’t earn salvation. It’s a free gift, and it’s God alone who keeps it.”

“But, I want to make sure…but then, I’m still doubting a lot. I’m doubting myself so much, thinking that I’m not good enough for Him. Something tells me I shouldn’t dismiss these thoughts either.”

“OK…before I talk, do you have any more concerns?” Jeth asked.

“Well…yeah. Third, I’m sort of…pressured. I know I’m not doing my best, especially for my family. Something makes me feel guilty about the little things. Dad thinks I should be more tough. But, I’m…not…”

“Anything else?”

“Well…”

“There must be something.” Jeth said, affirming Jenro, “You don’t have to be afraid about me knowing it.”

“Okay. Jeth…it’s about…my thoughts….somehow, my mind digs into…places. Places which I shouldn’t be moving into. I don’t know…it’s…it’s just…..”

Jenro sighed. And his heart felt a lot burdened by all that he said. He knew he couldn’t keep up with himself. He knew he couldn’t keep up with the people’s expectations of him. It’s hard, and he just felt his heart filled with so much weight.

“Jenro…listen.” Jeth held Jenro’s arm tightly, and looked him straight in the eyes.

Jenro tried to look back at his cousin, but he couldn’t.

“Jenro…this is not about you.”

“This is not about…what you should do. It’s not about what you should change… It’s not about trying harder to be better, to be more right than where you are now. Of course, the people around you may pressure you, to insist what they want that you just couldn’t.

“Jenro. All you need to do is rest. That’s what Jesus said to the weary and broken. You don’t have to do anything. Believe that God loves you so much. He will never do anything bad to you. He will never send His wrath upon you for the things that you do. Stop focusing on your sins, your shortcomings, and focus on the glory that is revealed in Christ Jesus, who gave up His life, to clothe you with rigtheousness. To make you right before God.

“You are a new creation now.”

Through all of Jeth’s words, Jenro was thinking deep. He knew…he just couldn’t seem to believe that. There’s something in his heart that makes it so hard…so hard to swallow.

Even if he wants to…even if he knows it’s the way through all this.

“Jeth, I… I can’t seem to get myself to believe that…” Jenro said, “I’ve heard it many times, but, I just, I can’t seem to–to get myself to a point where that’s what I breathe. I can’t seem to prove it…”

“Don’t try to prove it, because you’ll only hurt yourself. Rest and believe in God’s Grace. Allow His Grace, His Love, to complete you, and to know, and to experience that…you are loved.”

Jenro frowns. He knows all of that already. He has that realization about Grace as much, yes, but–there’s something wrong.

“I don’t know.” Jenro just shakes his head.