Let’s keep the fire of peace alive, kahit gaano pa kagulo.
When we pray for peace, we often picture a world with zero evil—no crime, no wars, no bad people. But the Bible says that kind of perfect peace is still in the future. Some things have to happen first before God brings that final peace.
So does that mean praying for peace now is pointless? Nope. Think of it like praying for someone’s health. Even if we know life here won’t last forever, praying—plus actually taking care of our health—can help extend life. Same with peace. Praying for peace can help keep the world from getting worse too fast. It gives more time for people to hear the truth, change, and experience God’s goodness.
Sa palagay ko, when it comes to people, hindi lang siya good vs bad. Parang tatlong klase ang madalas makita:
1. The bad doers—yung obvious na nananakit, nanloloko, or naninira.
2. The passive enablers—yung wala namang ginagawang masama, pero basically wapakels. Pa-cool attitude, living for themselves lang.
3. The active builders of peace—yung kahit maliit, gumagawa ng good, nagdadasal, at nag-e-effort para kumalat ang kindness.
Jesus once said He didn’t come to bring peace but a sword. So kung inaakala mong Siya yung nagsabi ng “I come in peace,” nope—hindi Siya yon. Probably napanood mo lang sa isang sci-fi alien movie. 😁 Pero, hey! That doesn’t mean He’s against peace—it means His truth will divide people. Some will follow Him, others won’t.
At dagdag pa, sabi Niya rin: “I came to bring fire.” Hindi sunog para manira, kundi apoy para mag-spark ng tunay na change at mag-ignite ng peace sa heart ng tao. Sabi Nya, how He wished it was already burning—pero alaws, putot pa tayo, hindi pa handa.
Kasi the problem is, some people actually enjoy seeing bad things happen to others—pero pag sa kanila na nangyari, ayaw na nila. Others stay on the sidelines thinking “wala naman akong ginagawang masama”—but in reality, that silence or inaction still adds to the problem. If you’re not helping build peace, parang automatic ka nang naka-side sa chaos.
Prayer isn’t a way to avoid doing our part. It’s us working with God—asking for His strength and wisdom, then stepping up to spread peace in our own ways. Because even if the perfect, “no more evil” peace isn’t here yet, we can still protect and grow the little pockets of peace we have right now.
Let’s always pray for peace—and keep spreading it.
Typing Out of theBlue
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Ronabelle discovers her camera has a strange power: every photo she takes makes the subjects forget the moments captured. Initially disturbed, she realizes she can use this ability to help others alleviate their pain, preserving only the happiness in photographs. On World Photography Day, she embraces her unique gift.
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Ronabelle looked at the screen. A perfect photo—everyone smiling, sunlight pouring in from the windows, even the decorations behind them caught in sharp detail.
Then one of her classmates looked around, confused.
“Wait… what are we doing here?”
Ronabelle laughed. “What do you mean?”
He scratched his head. “I don’t know. I forgot why I was even smiling.”
That was the first time it happened.
At first, she thought it was nothing. Just a weird moment. But then it happened again. And again.
Every time Ronabelle took a photo, the person in it would forget the moment. A joke shared. A hug. A surprise visit. They’d look at the photo and smile, but they couldn’t remember how they got there or why they looked happy.
Her best friend forgot the entire school fair. Even teachers looked confused after she took class photos, as if they weren’t sure what had just happened.
Only the photo remained—evidence that something real had happened, even if no one remembered it.
It creeped her out—the way people forgot, the way no one else noticed, the way only the photos remembered. She didn’t know if the camera was broken, cursed, or something worse. All Ronabelle knew was, she didn’t want to hold onto it anymore.
She carried it one last time, planning to throw it away. That’s when she noticed a classmate crying alone in the hallway.
Light from the window spilled across the corridor, turning the empty space into something quiet and heavy. The way the girl sat there, small against the wide wall and silence, made the whole moment look like a photograph waiting to be taken.
Ronabelle wasn’t planning to help. She just felt the urge to capture it—one last photo of something raw and real.
Click.
A few seconds later, the classmate stopped crying. She looked around, then broke into a big smile.
“Hi, Ronabelle—what’s up?” she said, like nothing had happened.
That’s when it made sense.
If Ronabelle could help people forget pain—even for a while—then maybe the camera wasn’t a curse after all.
So she used it.
She took photos of heartbreak, trauma, and regret—one snapshot at a time. She helped people let go, even if they never knew. Even if Ronabelle was the only one who remembered.
And maybe that was another side of photography—not just keeping memories, but also freeing people from them.
On August 19, World Photography Day, Ronabelle raised her camera once more.
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