Christmas 2000

Merry Christmas! While I tinker with the CD-walkman I got from my parents, I look enviously at the Palm IIIe they gave my brother. Wah. I wanna Palm IIIe too. Hee hee, I’m just kidding. Must … quell … materialistic urges …

Sacrifice

I just want to share something with you, because I don’t plan to blog till after Christmas…

We all know what sin is. Even in this “whats-true-for-you-isn’t-true-for-me” world of moral relativism, we still have a conception that there are things you absolutely shouldn’t do. (i.e. push old ladies in front of 10-wheeler trucks, rape your mother, etc.)

God has declared that the wage of sin is death. Put it simply: if you sin, you die. Not just physically; there is a spiritual death as well. In the Old Testament, God made provision for this by instituting a rather gory system of sacrifices, which would symbolize a washing by blood for the sins of Israel: the life of an animal to pay for the sins of many.

One thing you notice in the Old Testament (in the book of Leviticus) about these animal sacrifices is that God always demanded sacrifice of an animal “without defect.” (a phrase that constantly pops up in Leviticus) He was telling the people by symbolic example: “This is what you need to earn my redemption; not just little sin, but a spirit free of any stain, without defect.” And since no person can live up to that standard, they instead were granted the concession of offering up spotless animals in their stead. And whenever someone tried to get away with sacrificing a defective animal (say, a blind one, or one with a broken leg), God would get pretty mad.

It doesn’t really work, does it? The blood of spotless animals can’t compensate for a spotted soul, except as a symbol.

Then God sends Jesus — literally a part of Himself, God become human. And being God, he didn’t sin. He lived a completely sinless life. And for it he was killed by capital punishment. Executed by standard Roman crucifixion for a sin he didn’t commit.

Sort of like a lamb on an altar, being killed to pay for evils done by someone else, evils the lamb knows nothing about. Except that Jesus knew. He knew that people didn’t have the power to save themselves from their own sin; God knew that his children needed something to save them from this pattern of blood and death. So he came down and endured the blood and death himself.

So that you don’t have to.

He made the ultimate sacrifice; sacrificed himself, GOD, in your behalf, carrying the sins of all people up onto the cross, and dying for them.

At any time, he had the power to strike Pontius Pilate and the jeering Roman guards with fire from heaven. He could have floated off the cross, could have seized power by force. But he chose not to, because he was carrying the burden of our sins, and he knew that if he didn’t die to pay for them, no one could. He endured that pain, and that death, for every person, because he loved them.

And he loved you.

Sin has been paid for, and salvation has been granted. Jesus paid the bill. He grappled with death to cancel the blood-debt, and then he laughed in its face by rising from the dead. And his promise to you is that if you accept his gift to you — his death for your sin — you will join him also, in that return to life.

You’ve already been saved by his love. All you need to do is accept his love, gain eternal life, and he will touch you in ways never imagined.

Merry Christmas!

Saturn’s new moons

Oh, look. Four new moons around Saturn. Yeehaw. That makes it how many? 104? 204? Oh, just 28. I think maybe we should come up with stricter criteria for moons around gas giants. I wouldn’t qualify piece of ice that just happened to fall into Saturn’s gravity well.

Death penalty commuted because…

Design on my new site is going okay, if a bit slowly. I think I shall upload everything in one fell swoop right after New Year of 2001.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day in Erap’s impeachment trial: Justice Davide is going to decide whether the prosecution should be allowed to investigate certain Equitable-PCI bank records, suspected of being linked to Erap’s embezzling of public funds, as evidence against the president. I sincerely hope he rules in prosecution’s favor; much of the trial stands on this evidence. The defense — a rather formidable team, as compared to the rusty congressional prosecutors — has not been too subtle in their attempts to keep the bank documents from being seen. Could be that prosecution is hitting pretty close on this one.

In other news, the president commuted the death penalty. Interesting, how he so staunchly supported capital punishment before, but the moment he learns that one of the possible impeachment raps against him — plunder — carries with it the penalty of death, he suddenly becomes an advocate for life.

Congratulations, Silvergirl!

Congratulations, Silvergirl! She has managed to ace her math, should ace her English, and could be on her way to acing her whole semester. And is also getting along better with her husband and with herself. All the best! I hardly know you, but it’s nice to see you happy! = )

I’m due for a redesign. The page has been getting more and more disorganized as I add content. Fortunately, there’s SSI. I’m going to lie dormant for a few days while I come up with a better design vision, then upload the revised version all at one go, hopefully before next week. Watch for it.

Cantata Done!

Weird. The hard disk gives me a Bios Primary HDD Error on startup for about an hour the next morning, then, on the nth restart, suddenly boots up normally. A reverification of the disk surface shows no bad sectors or errors. Like nothing happened. It’s been perfectly fine since then. ??? Well, I suppose God wanted to keep me off the computer that night.

The Christmas Cantata is over, and it was great! A few technical hitches with the sound system, but then again, what born-again church doesn’t have sound system problems, eh? = P We had an evangelical interlude, and through that, decisions for Christ. Praise God!

Whirr, click.

Last night, my hard disk made a noise, then hanged. Until about an hour ago, the whole machine would not start up. Then, just as inexplicably, it started working again. No chances. I’ve backed up my data to Zip disk. But I may not be able to update this page for a while. We’ll see what happens.

Patho Pix

Some nice pictures, courtesy of Mic. I wanted to be a doctor when I was young, you see, so I looked at a lot of pictures like that. Not for the easily grossed-out.

Milo owes me 10 pesos.

Milo owes me 10 pesos. Last night I tried to buy a cup of cold Milo from the Milo/Nestea vendo-machine outside my apartment, and it promptly pissed the chocolate milk into the beverage slot — sans cup. 10 pesos literally down the drain. (For you Americans, 10 pesos is a few cents short of a quarter. Don’t knock it. That can buy two cups of rice.)

The Estrada Impeachment Trial begins

The Estrada Impeachment Trial has begun! Former Chief Justice Andres Narvasa just opened his defense of the president with a comparison to Julius Caesar. *GAG* Hey, but Caesar was stabbed to death by… by… the Senate! Hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. Of course, Erap’s so padded he wouldn’t feel a thing. Thunk, thunk.

I sincerely hope he gets impeached with a vengeance. He’s deceived, damaged, and ravaged this poor country far more than enough. How sorry I feel for those poor farmers in their fields and the squatters along the rails who still cry out their support for him from their poverty, completely blind to the fact that every second Erap is in power adds more and more to their squalor, as he pillages public funds and destroys the local economy. (Except for the recipients of his “free housing” — sheer largesse for a tiny minority; desperate attempts to salvage his dying approval rating.)

IMPEACH ERAP!

Politics aside, ALXBook is still down. Not good. It’s been significantly more than just “a day.” One more day, and I start looking for a new guestbook.