I'm an activist. So what?! I hate
injustice and I hate corruption. I see it everyday in the Filipino
streets as I struggle to find my first job after graduating from
college. It's hell for me to try to find a decent job right now but I
know others are going through a tougher time more than what I can
imagine.
A lot has changed in me ever since I came back to the
Philippines. I guess it comes with maturing and finding the things that
we give priority in our lives as young adults and future leaders in
this so-called society.
Lately, I've been reading about stuff...
A lot about Marxism, Socialism and Communism. I love it. I love his
ideology, though I must say I don't embrace all
of Marx's beliefs. But generally, I think his ideas would be great help
for the Philippines right now. I hope that we will find trustworthy
politicians soon. Everyone seems to be corrupt in the senate.
Another
thing I've realized about me is that I have this hate-thing going on
with Filipinos going abroad. I hate Filipinos who "escape" this
third-world to find better lives for themselves. Who would help the
Philippines if everybody leaves? I dislike Filipinos going to the US in
search of "greener pastures." They're no use to the Filipinos at all
(except for their remittances to the country). LOL.
And finally,
I now fully accept being an activist. It's only right. I believe that
true service is found in the streets and not in the church. Jesus was rarely
in church during his ministry. This is what we all should do. If we
call ourselves Christians, then we should, at all cost, follow Jesus'
footsteps. I'd rather gather with other rally-goers on the streets than
stay in church. I cannot bear to be enclosed within four walls anymore.
No more praise and worship for me (not that I am saying it's bad or
anything). I used to enjoy it but I find it trivial to ministry these
days. People need a Jesus in you rather than witnessing a charismatic
who jumps and leaps with joy singing praise and worship songs. Jesus
didn't jump and leap for joy singing at the top of His lungs at church.
He got busy healing the sick, driving evil spirits away, raising the
dead and such. He taught and fed a multitude with only five loaves and
two fish outside the synagogue. My goodness, faith without action is
dead.
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