I hate the church.

I am Christian. I am Catholic. I love my God and I even considered offering my life to his ministry. Nevertheless, I hate the church. When I say ‘the church’, I specifically mean MY church. Why I didn’t simply call it ‘my church’ is because this is the only one everyone in the East side of the city goes to. This is the only Vietnamese Catholic church standing in this part of the city that speaks our native tongue and built by the hands of our grandparents and their parish priest. This is the only one that really exists in any of our lives. Therefore, it is THE church. The ONLY church, the ONLY option.

Why do I hate it?
It’s because the church that stands there is no longer standing on the same foundation that our elders built it on. It no longer promotes the coming together of neighbors and families and friends. It no longer represents the house of covenant. It is not a place to go to for help. A place to share concern, to ask for advice. Instead, it is the house of hypocrisy. Everything is wrong, unless ‘the priest’ says it’s right. No one ever has the answers but ‘him.’ The homilies in mass are no longer promoting the power of prayer, the search for salvation, or the importance of righteous living through compassion and sincerity. No. The only thing ever talked about in ‘church’ is business, politics, expansion, and money. Meetings are held once a week to discuss ideas of expansion, to talk about church renovations, and to come up with new arguments in order to receive more money from the government. There was not one single meeting planned for any month of this year to talk about different ways to bring the youth back to the community, the ones that will take over this church after ‘they’ are all bent and gray. No meeting to help the ones struggling with their faith in everyday life. No. There was no meeting for me.

So yes, I hate the church.
Ask me why and I’ll tell you of all the corruption I see here. I’ll tell you of how ‘the priest’ is only helping himself and everyone else but his parishioners. How all the news media and TV specials glorify us because they only see one side of the story. They don’t know that our Shepard is too busy tending everyone else’s flock. I know this is blasphemous but I had to put in words what some of us are thinking.
No room to learn if no problem is presented.

i LOVES my boo 

"What if he's an angel sent here from Heaven
And he's making certain that you're doing your best
To take the time to help one another"

-Tommy Steiner

She dug out the folded bills from her pocket and debated over which bill she would choose. A ten maybe? Nahh, that's a bit steep. A five or a couple of ones? She sits there at the red light and contemplates whether she should do anything at all..

He leans against the light pole. Dozens of cars whiz by and almost everyone gives him that look, that look of pity, of disgrace. He can tell he makes everyone uncomfortable when they make the stop at the light. He sees them diverting their eyes from him. If they don't see him, maybe they can pretend he was never there. He can almost always hear the click of the carlocks being latched as the nervous passengers wait for the light to turn green. He holds up a sign that reads "I may be homeless, but not worthless. Willing to work." He prays that someone would care...

What if it's a scam? What if he's just taking advantage of everyone's generosity? But what if he's being truely sincere? She couldn't just pretend she didn't notice him. The guilt of not helping the man would loom over her all day. Okay, maybe just $5. She watch the man walk to the car in front of her, the driver gave him a dollar. A dollar? How does any human being live off of one dollar? She quickly switches out her $5 bill for another..

The girl rolled down her window and held out the folded bill for the man to come. He walks to her and with shame, accepts the bill. He looked in his hand and sees the twenty. He immediately looks at the girl to be sure she didn't give it to him by mistake. She's never been more sure. "God bless you, God bless you," he says. She gave him a nod and watched him walk to another car behind her.

He couldn't believe it. That little girl just reminded him of how much heart people really have. He gets back to the light pole and looks at the girl. As his eyes began to water, he tapped his fist across his heart. She met his eyes. She gave him a smile as she began to drive away and asked him of one favor, "Take care of yourself."

...One act of kindness... that's all it takes to change the world.

AHHHHHHHH..!!!

Locks Of Love.. you can figure the rest can't you?

before
 

freakin AFTERRR..!!

I haven't had my hair short in 5 years...but I likes though =]

update:

well well, many unimaginables has indeed became reality. it's been a long weekend, let's just leave it at that.

other news, I've been promoted...which is great..
even better? he's home  =]