On John 6

One of my favorite chapters in the entire Bible is John 6, where, a day after feeding five thousand people at Tiberias, Jesus addresses them about himself as the “Bread of Life.” He compares himself to the manna: the bread that God sent to the Jews in the wilderness, and yet more than that, a bread that brings eternal life — his own body, his own flesh. “Whoso eateth my flesh and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I will raise him up at the last day.”

It must have been a strange idea to the Jews who were listening, and even to us who read it today, but He was talking about His coming sacrifice: when our Lord’s own body and blood would be violently rent for our sins. Christ made it clear with the “Bread of Life” dicsourse how inseparable our eternal salvation is from His sacrifice of flesh and blood on the Cross. Eternal life comes, he told them, only upon “eating of the bread” that came down from Heaven: Himself, his flesh and blood. By partaking of His sacrifice are we saved.

People strove and murmured while Christ said these things at Capernaum, but they continued to listen. But then, He said something they really, really didn’t want to hear: “That no man can come unto me, except that it were given him of my Father.” It was when He said that, that people started leaving. (Jn 6:66)

Who wanted to be told that, anyway? That this one Man, by way of His flesh and blood, was the only way to Heaven, and that no one could come to that Way on one’s own, but only by the enabling of the Spirit and the gift of the Father? Our natural way is to resist a teaching like that, to claim that we are masters of our own destiny, with power to change the course of our own lives. Yet how untrue that is. What power do we have to change that selfish, concupiscent, uninspired way we have lived since we were first pulled from the womb? That power is God’s and God’s alone.

Only by virtue of His death on the cross, by His selfless atonement for our own evil, that giving of his own body and blood, are we saved to eternal life. And just as much as bread and water are food and drink to our bodies, so is the sacrifice of Christ’s human flesh and his spilled lifeblood, eternal food and drink to our souls.

(Admittedly, with my Roman Catholic background, it’s easy to see how these passages can also be directly used as a scriptural justification for transubstantiation and saving grace in the Eucharist; and the Protestant stand that the whole “body and blood” bit is mere symbolism stands somewhat weakly — in my eyes, anyway — before the Roman argument for a literal sacramentalism. It’s an interesting issue deserving much thought, and I will address that some other time.)

Space Trader

Over and above Dope Wars, Space Trader is quite possibly the most fun Palm game there is. It follows the “Taipan” formula, trading goods between planets and fighting pirates en route, but with galactic maps, comparative price charts, and varying planetary system conditions. Quite engaging.

Alfabet Kiosk

Argh! “Alfabet Iternet Kiosk” in Powerbooks on Pasay Road is more than just a bit disappointing.

First, you have to buy an Alfabet prepaid card at the counter, and then use that card to log into one of the stations in the corner. It took me three tries, two terminals, and one hard-restart to log in. Now, the “b” and “n” keys are sticking, and the spacebar isn’t so great either; you have to BANG on them to get them to work.

At least the access is reasonably fast. With only three terminals sharing a connection, I suppose it can’t but be.

Nest Hunting

So… anyone know where I can get a good web design or DVD authoring job, and a cheap (below $500) room, in the Washington DC / Baltimore area? I’m browsing CraigsList even as I type this.

Kaanib flame part 3

Good morning, everyone! The times become more momentous with every day. Plans are whirling about me and falling into place, and I can only waterski the waves as best as I can, with the Lord as my speedboat. Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.

(By the way, these Ang Dating Daan people are hilarious. People who call me “impakto” are accusing me of “libel and slander?” *giggle*)

Imici

I just gave Imici a spin, and found that I don’t like it too much. I was looking for a super-basic bare-bones IM application, but Imici is a bit TOO bare-bones for me. That, plus the nag screen that pops up when you exit the freeware app, tips the scales in favor of Trillian. So be it.

Index 47 with tables

“Father forgive me, for I have sinned. My last confession was bzzz bzzz bzzz.”

“And what are thy sins, my child?”

“Father, I… I… I used HTML tables in a blog layout!!!

“My child, thou dost realize that thou hast sinned the unforgivable sin. Thou hast travestied greatly.”

“No! No, Father! Absolve me! Please!”

“It is too late, my child. Go thou in peace, and Lord have mercy upon thy soul.”

NO, FATHER! NOOO!!!”

Kaanib flame part 2

I’m really flattered that this guy even went to the trouble of searching my whole archive for posts against his cult. No wonder my hit count shot up yesterday. :)

Praise God! How wonderful it is, to see my own commentary on the Good News spread even to the far reaches of opposing beliefs’ message boards! Even when it is responded to with insults and name-calling, I will rejoice. Christ Himself told us, “Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward in heaven…” – Matt 5:11-12

I’m not “Justyn,” guys. I’m just a man who saw their work, bought them a domain, and made a HTML template to help in their ministry. Not everyone who says something against Ang Dating Daan is necessarily a Berean contributor, you know.

Blessings to you in Christ!

NexC Rejection

Dear Paulo,

Thank you for coming over for an in-depth interview. After careful deliberation, we have determined that your qualifications do not fully match the current requirements of the Chief Web Designer position. We wish you the best in your future endeavors and will keep your resume in our Candidates for future possibilities.

Best regards,

xxx xxxxxx

Another door closed. And yet I will rejoice. ;)