<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2128995036032812844</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is Beautiful!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marleo Enobio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835705774663602464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxiwLbZNdSc/S2aRerSBouI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lgOt-YPNHb4/S220/IMG0878A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2128995036032812844.post-3280808768257613233</id><published>2010-02-01T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:43:12.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let God be the Judge</title><content type='html'>Let God be the Judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The title sounds common advice. But not so common in real life practice.&lt;br /&gt; We’re always tempted to jump into conclusion.&lt;br /&gt; Take heed of this story.&lt;br /&gt; Jeffrey is a courageous man, not handsome but fairly cute like me (I know it’s hard to imagine that. But let’s assume)&lt;br /&gt; He is a driver of a jeepney. And having a pregnant wife. He had to double his time for saving more money for his family.&lt;br /&gt; For the first time he will be fetching students to send far away home to the province. At 8pm starts of fetching.&lt;br /&gt;  One terrible horror encounter.&lt;br /&gt; Going back to the city at 11:27 to his watch. Crossing the bridge. He had heard all about horror stories about the bridge. And he started to feel something oddly when the air moves heavily. Thinking negatively, he got worry that suddenly, there’ll be an evil creature may appear. Exactly, a minute, a white lady appears and hailing hands to ride. He was intensely feeling the fear down of his soul. But still pretend that his calm and handsome. He tried to look on the face of the white lady as he went near but he couldn’t because of the very long-thickly-black–shiny hair (I don’t know what shampoo she was using.). And again the white-lady waves her hands to take ride. The more he feels the fear of like losing the breath. He did not stop but drive the car as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt; When he reached home, he was thinking not to drive anymore. But looking to his lovely pregnant wife, his fear replaces by an inspiration. Second encounter, going back home to the city again, nearing to cross the bridge. He feels the fear again that she may appear. But gaining courage, he sings Christian songs “ How lovely is your dwelling place…Who am I that the Lord of all the earth” But no effect. The white lady appears still waving his hands to take a ride. Frozen, he stops the car instantly. Body’s perspiring and knees trembling. He tried to hide his fear. And let the white-lady ride on. Look to the front mirror. He couldn’t see the face. When she rides on, he suddenly drives the jeepney as fast as he could out of dreadful feelings. Runs like wanted to see God earlier. Over speeding. Over taken all kinds of fastest insects on the highway. &lt;br /&gt; When he was sober, he looked back to the front mirror to see the white-lady. Her eyes circled, triangle, square, rectangle, no angle. Shocked. She was gone. And the more he hurried up going back home.&lt;br /&gt; He promises to himself not to drive again on that place. Ask permission to his wife and told what was happened.&lt;br /&gt; Her wife tells him that he is a coward. But he doesn’t want to hear the word coward because he is a robust macho man and again cute like me. I emphasize,Cute like me(Haha.Laugh secretly please!). &lt;br /&gt; He drives again, but prepares all the necessary weapons to fight the evil spirits: Holy water, holy leaves of the coconut that was blessed by a priest 5 years ago, rosary, and spear also ginger and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wow, “no evil spirits could penetrate to me anymore. Haha.” He muttered to himself with a bit of joy.&lt;br /&gt; Third encounter: Nearing to cross the bridge again. Very confident. Cool. Calm. Inspired. Courageous enough that the white lady could smell the smell of the ginger and the power of the holy water. Power Rangers!&lt;br /&gt; But to his false assumptions, the lady appeared like a Flash woman. Waving again to take a ride.&lt;br /&gt; “Sure, let us see” Jeffrey’s mind says. And he stops to let the white-lady ride on But he was surprised and terribly shocked when she sat on the front seat beside him. “No, Lord help!” His mind shouting. All parts and systems of the body move by the highest fear he could ever feel to his life.&lt;br /&gt; Out of panicked. He ate the ginger, the salt and drinks the holy water. Drive as fast as he could. &lt;br /&gt; The white lady hold tightly to the iron breeze not to be fell out of the jeepney.&lt;br /&gt; Jeffrey doesn’t mind anything that he runs like a jet plane.&lt;br /&gt; In a second, the white lady spoke and patted him on the shoulder calmly,” Sir”.&lt;br /&gt; Jeeffrey was again terribly surprised the white lady spoke softly and trembling intensely. And he says to her with ounce of courage he could muster “What devil?”&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not a devil. Please drive slowly, last night I fell off and got fractured a lot. Please.” The end.&lt;br /&gt; The story obviously is just a mere exaggeration of the actual story.&lt;br /&gt; But the lesson we could learn from it is we stop judging to each other by seeing the outside appearance because it affect the way we treat the person. Even more, we hurt her before we know that she’s not the person of what we think she is. God is fair to everyone. Every person deserves of His love and He never rejects us just because He sees you not good today.  I believe only God knows how our hearts behave. &lt;br /&gt; Judge not so you will not be judged as the common saying says. Let God be the Judge. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2128995036032812844-3280808768257613233?l=marleoenobio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/feeds/3280808768257613233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-god-be-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/3280808768257613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/3280808768257613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-god-be-judge.html' title='Let God be the Judge'/><author><name>Marleo Enobio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835705774663602464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxiwLbZNdSc/S2aRerSBouI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lgOt-YPNHb4/S220/IMG0878A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2128995036032812844.post-4705842951857978622</id><published>2010-02-01T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:23:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cofee for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=knowingmeknow-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0014K91GY&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2128995036032812844-4705842951857978622?l=marleoenobio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/feeds/4705842951857978622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/02/cofee-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/4705842951857978622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/4705842951857978622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/02/cofee-for-sale.html' title='Cofee for sale'/><author><name>Marleo Enobio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835705774663602464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxiwLbZNdSc/S2aRerSBouI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lgOt-YPNHb4/S220/IMG0878A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2128995036032812844.post-2815936554344281689</id><published>2010-01-31T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:21:19.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a high sense of Humor</title><content type='html'>HE HAS A HIGH SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a happy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God invented laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! God is always smiling at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, God is touching your heart now to fill and to bless your day that you may always have fun in everything and maintain your smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel Him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause a second… Hmmm… Hmmm.. Loving God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say these words to your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you Lord”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you Lord”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I feel your love now, this is endless…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly! Endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my pleasure to serve God and loving Him and also to bring happiness to my fellow. I invented jokes and other humorous stuff to destroy the frowned-face (devil’s happiness) into a beautiful one (God’s happiness). You too, you could destroy the frowned-face of others just like God did to you. Hey! I don’t know how to make jokes! And I don’t have humorous stuff only my face!! Then, use it! (I’m just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you don’t have that kind of skill---but, I know you are kind. Then, use your kindness to all people you meet. Just like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, may I pass?” (With a smile to your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello!! Can I borrow a magazine?” (With a smile to your face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share to you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student not-so-beautiful-girl happily walking and looking some books in the library when suddenly… Bang! Shoulder to shoulder and bad breath to bad breath (Don’t care). She said, “Ouch! Shit! Gosh!” and happy face turned into an ugly, reddish, smoky, evil-possessed-angry-face and looked to a person to utter the foulest words but hey! The wind is change. Bingo! The guy smells good, handsome, good-looking, reddish lips, whiter skin, blooming, twinkling eyes and gave a wink to a girl with the sweetest close-up smile. The girl said, (with her soft voice) “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” and her mind says “I love you, and gwapooooohhh moooooooh… Could you be my boyfriend?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are lots of stories or situations could make us smile and happy. You see, how clever is God invented laughter and make such funny and happy moments that happen to our lives. He exorcises the evil-possessed face into a beautiful one. He dresses our heart with the wonderful clothes. He is a happy God and He didn’t intend you to be always quiet and demure to measure your faith or to prove your holiness to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, always smile just like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make fun of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our God--- a loving God ---He has high sense of humor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2128995036032812844-2815936554344281689?l=marleoenobio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/feeds/2815936554344281689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-has-high-sense-of-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/2815936554344281689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2128995036032812844/posts/default/2815936554344281689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marleoenobio.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-has-high-sense-of-humor.html' title='He has a high sense of Humor'/><author><name>Marleo Enobio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835705774663602464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxiwLbZNdSc/S2aRerSBouI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lgOt-YPNHb4/S220/IMG0878A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
