Tag: forgiveness

Science Month: Proof Beyond Proof

September is Science Month in the Philippines—a time of experiments and proof. But what about the things that can’t be tested in a lab?

In the Philippines, September is Science Month—a whole month set aside for experiments, projects, and discoveries. It’s one of the longest science celebrations in the world; in many other countries, science is usually given only a week. Waw, one whole month for science!

But ever noticed? There’s no Soul Month. Not even a Soul Week. (Okay fine, there’s All Souls’ Day—but that’s for remembering the dead, not for celebrating the soul alive in us.) Because the soul does not need experiments. You cannot place love on a scale, or hold forgiveness in a flask, or trap kindness in a microscope’s lens.

Science Month is all about proof—solid, visible, repeatable. We measure the stars, we count the cells, we ask the questions of how.

Science is for the material world. But the soul exists within us—here in this life, and beyond it. And the proof of the soul is seen in people: in kindness freely given, in forgiveness quietly offered, in love that refuses to end.

It’s like digital money—you don’t see it or touch it, but you know it’s real because it works. The soul is the same: unseen, yet undeniable in the way it changes lives.

That is why those social experiments on kindness feel hollow. Kindness is not a trick. It is not a show. The true soul needs no stage. Its proof is quiet, but it changes the world.

Science can measure the effects of kindness, and faith can teach about the soul—but the deepest proof is found in how we live it.

Science Month reminds us of discovery, of the gift of knowing the how. But the soul whispers the why. While science experiments end, the soul never stops. The soul lives in us, and beyond us.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛.𝚌𝚘𝚖

People Don’t Want to Change

People accept bad change so easily, but ignore the good change that brings peace, freedom, and love. This reflection asks the same question since 1988: How can we tell the world that love is what matters?

Back in 1988, I wrote a song with one simple question: How?

How can we tell the world that love is all that matters now?

Decades later, the same question is still here—maybe even louder.

The world talks about love, but avoids the part that makes love real—change. And this is where many struggle when they hear the Bible. Its words are not weak or unclear. They cut deep, because they ask us to live differently: to leave comfort, to give up pride, to let go of pleasures, and to admit when we are wrong. Many would rather turn away—and choose another path, a different change, but one that leads in the wrong direction.

The sad thing is, people accept bad change so fast. Violence, hate, and selfishness spread like nothing. People absorb them like background noise. Now, with the internet, evil does not even need the news. The ones doing it post it themselves. What was hidden before is now open for all to see. And the scary part? People have grown numb.

When the Bible asks us to change, it is not to ruin life. God does not want us miserable. He wants us free. He wants peace for us. He wants us to live with real love. The bitter pill is not poison—it is the cure.

So maybe that is why love feels useless to many today. Not because it lost power, but because people would rather avoid what calls them to grow. To love means to change. To forgive means to change. To believe means to change. And most people just don’t want that.

The world may flaunt darkness now, bolder than before, but that only makes the light more urgent. My question from 1988 is still the same: How can we tell the world that love is what matters? Maybe we cannot force people to listen. Maybe the only way is to live it—until someone sees, and remembers that change was never the enemy.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎
𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛.𝚌𝚘𝚖

How?

People never seem to care
About the way the world is made
Ego trips and worldly pleasures
That’s everything in it

Some fight for survival
The outcome—violence and death
Some hungered for food
But that’s the way it is

How can we tell the world
That love is all that matters now
How can we explain the things we saw
That they did not see

People try to look for peace
Some—temporary relief
Others go with the world
But still nothing left to bear

©1988 Darem Placer Music