Jesus entered the temple area and proceeded to drive out
those who were selling things, saying to them,
“It is written, My house shall be a house of prayer,
but you have made it a den of thieves.”
~ Luke 19:45-48
Jesus was enraged when they made His house a den of thieves.
Many Filipinos are now in rage for they have buried a heel in the Heroes’ Cemetery and thief at that.
Meanwhile, in the quiet and simplicity of a home full of love, a young father teaches his little girl about love, what it is to forgive, and the way an upright person should live her life. There may be trouble brewing elsewhere. But it is in homes like this that humanity is shaped and formed.
Rebloging this beautiful piece from Mixed Martial Arts:
“I’m shy.” Indeed, the little girl was, and these were the only words that Iva could muster when I asked her to pray before we left for her school one day.
Who could blame her? I had just punished Iva for not putting on her clothes immediately, when we were already running late again and I needed the kids to be snappy-obedient. When we didn’t make the time, I rubbed it in even more by telling her that it was all because of her dillydallying, though not entirely true, and worse, at a volume that sounded like she was 20 meters away when she was merely inches from me.
The scene seemed to momentarily freeze for me, as it awaited my next action. I may have had my point, but why did I have to make that wound her and pierce her that much? Thanks to that sudden snap, I…
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