I woke up today at 4:49AM. There are two ways I can try to explain it - the first being the opening phrase Bruce Wayne used to teach the new Batman, Terry McGinnis, about the gray areas of warfare: "Let me tell you a story about a woman named Selina Kyle..." The second way is the verse I saw popping up on my screen on startup (I have DailyBread 2.0): "My son, if sinners entice you, do not give in to them." - Proverbs 1:10
A bolt of lightning illuminates the sky, enveloping every drop of rain that fulfills its purpose. The grand hall is dark, the pews slowly being filled with a steady flow of people. As the doors close, the journey begins. As we slowly but surely reach our destination, We muster the strength necessary to rejoin the rest of our life from this point onwards. By a miracle, I arrive in the nick of time as the lights slowly ignite and a formless voice echoes in the air:
"Sa ating mga mahal na pasahero, nawalan po ng kuryente ang Ortigas Station kaya hindi po makaandar ang tren." [To our beloved passengers, Ortigas Station has lost power and the train is unable to proceed.]
It's Storm Season. My train was the last one available before the guards stopped people from buying any more tickets or entering the terminal. I join the masses out, and bump into a friend (the same friend I narrated Back To The Future III the previous evening). It is now the morning of the third day, and we are all hoping for a miracle of some sort. My friend tells me that the storm is causing a lag in electronic processing throughout the building, but other than that everything's normal. I thank my friend and move onwards, ever onwards.
As I enter the building I am met with a crowd looking towards something approaching. Could it be? At this point in writing this blog, I stopped for dinner. I overhear a radio sermon about the Samaritan Woman at the Well who asked her fellow countrymen (after meeting Jesus): "Could this be the Messiah?" Nice emphasis and symmetry, God. {wink} But back to the story. No, it turns out the security guard is ushering out a man and a woman. Further inquiry reveals that the woman PUNCHED the man because she was next in line and the ATM was a little slow today. I'm not sure if I should talk about "Money is the root of all evil" or "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord" or whatever.
Oh yes, before I forget: My friend is now successfully registered in the Biometrics system - which means a fingerprint determines the perception of our performance in the company from this point on. At least when it comes to attendance.
I know that we're practically always enjoying summer even if it's August because the sun knows no mercy. I know pitstains and BO are an increasingly unfashionable trend. But young women who dress in the most micro-mini-infinitesimal clothing still disturbs me. No, these women don't want to be ogled or whistled at or (God forbid) raped, but they are either accustomed or answering the question, "Why go through life unnoticed?"
Interestingly, this thought came after I thought of my female fellow trainee and FRIEND (special emphasis) who wore mostly blazers and turtlenecks and a plethora of formal wear - as well as a nice cross necklace, sans broken Christ figure. Aaaaaaanyway, I just reminded myself of the meaning of being a Royal Priest, as well as HER interpretation of it ("You're celibate? That sucks!"). I need to remember all the similar girls (smart, beautiful, sharp, friendly, etc.) I've met throughout my life ... and their partners who would be more than willing to take me to Calvary and crucify me.
And so the day ends with the prophetic verse I saw popping up on my screen on startup this morning: "My son, if sinners entice you, do not give in to them." - Proverbs 1:10
