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My Easter Experience
By: Dianne Escobar
Most of the Filipino celebrates the holy week each and every
passing year.
Instead of going out of our home to watch the “Pinetensiya”, I
spend my Holy week in a youth
camp with my church mates and the one of the church affiliated to
us. The First was actually
really good we were divided into 10 different tribes and 6 from our
church were assigned as the
leaders of the tribes. We were given minimum of 4 members each
and maximum of four. We
leaders help the organizers arrange the games at the same time
practice for the worship before
activity. I was blessed to know that my youths are strong enough
to know what to do when we
are all being persecuted we have experience moments at some
point that we were all being judge
as a “not good Leaders” but I’m proud to say that I know my
youths very well and they know
who they are.
On the last day the only activity left was the washing of the
feet of our members. While
washing their feet we were telling them the things we are thankful
and sorry about, after that
we prayed for each of them. I never expected that they will wash
my feet as well for I don’t
really think that I was a good leader but all I can say that time was
to God be the glory for he
had touch me to know what to do, to do what I think was best that
time. I am thankful that I
belong to our church. Now I know that our training when we were
young is something we can use
and we are using right now. This is my Easter experience I may be
physically tired, emotionally
drained but all I know is that I am Spiritually uplifted. Now I can
say that we fought our
battles with courage, knowledge and wisdom.
It could be my last,
But not so fast
It starts from the past.
Beauty
By: Dianne Escobar
A beauty that comes from within flows to the outside
Beauty is never defined by the color of our skin
Not by how we act.
Not by how we dress
Not by how we speak
Dry leaves
By: Dianne Escobar
As I walk past the path way
I see brown colored leaves
Made me feel giddy of walking
Walking bear footed
To feel the roughness of it
Walking through it makes a sound
A sound that calms me
The nature is what I can see
Eyes closed and arms wide open
The smell of crashing leaves
Brings back memories
Memories of a child free from pain
Memories of a child with freedom to play
How wonderful you are to me.
MONDAY- TUESDAY
1:00- 2:30 P.M.