Took the bus this morning to get myself and the significant other to the Quezon City Hall of Justice for that 11 am appointment. It is actually a reschedule, since the wrath of Habagat made it impossible to meet the original appointment two weeks ago.
So there we were, Branch 92 Regional Trial Court under Judge Eleuterio Bathan. Just me, the significant other, my sister, her husband, and their daughter. No frills. No fanfare.
And just like that, the deed was done. The significant other label is no more. She is now, formally, my wife. Yes, I am now officially, legally, and most definitely, married.
I am not much of a religious man. I do not even go to church anymore. I am the last person you would imagine who would quote, verbatim, a biblical line, chapter and verse. That is just not me.
But God knows I want to be a good Christian. And by Christian, I do not mean that in the protestant/born-again sectarian sense. Oh god please, no. I am not that Christian, but something else.
By Christian I mean in the truest sense of becoming a follower of Jesus - the Christ. Minus the (mis)interpretation of a Brother Mike or a Brother Eli, even a Brother Eddie. And yes even minus the politics of the Mitsu-bishops. Minus the "I belong to this church and not that church." Minus the labels. Like Jesus always wanted.
The Pharisees, apparently, has lived far much longer even after Jesus was crucified.
I try hard to be a good Christian in the context of what Jesus tried to teach all of us. Turn the other cheek. Love thy neighbor, even your enemies. Do not judge, lest ye be judged. Feed the hungry.
Try, of course, being the operative word.
It is a cold cruel world after all. It's hard not to be jaded. It's hard not to feel numb. When all around you is poverty and suffering. And people who would take advantage should you show the slightest hint of weakness.
But every now and then, we are all reminded, that kindness is not a weakness. Like in this video, all of 30 seconds long, captured during last Tuesday's storm. Outside GMA's compound along Edsa, a young woman literally gives the jacket off her back to a little girl who would otherwise be completely naked.
I wish I am this kind of Christian. I wish anyone who would rally against the RH bill would be this kind of Christian. I wish all who would dare speak on behalf of Jesus would be this kind of Christian.
For the few of you who know me in real life, my dear kamag-anak inc., and friends from my Facebook account, please know that while I blog mostly about my life and my posts are made in the first person point of view, I do, from time to time, exercise literary license. Yes, I lie! Lol. No. Some of the stories depicted here are fiction. That I do not tell which is which, makes it a little more fun, doesn't it?
No animals were harmed in the production of this blog. Parental guidance is advised. And no approved therapeutic claims. Hindi ito gamot.
Mungo Conspiracy would like to thank:
Kuya Bing for all the support without which I would not have been able to start this blog. My baby sister Charo, who has always been my number one fan. Gie for twisting Kuya Bing's arms to lend me support. Rocky for being the first follower. Chris for the free ad space on MTC.
I would also like to mention Kuya Jong and Kuya Rolly, Rex, Kim, and all of my pumpkins, Dustin, Innah, Jonas, Danwell, Glea, Jiro, Ram, Yzab, Hannah, and Annika, who are my inspirations for many of my stories here.
And thanks to the Iligan Chapter of the conspirators who were the first to fill-up my followers' box! :)
Yeba! You read that right. That is how I want to begin. You know right away this is not going to be Shakespeare. Not that there is anything wrong with William. I am just not nearly as talented enough.
I cannot, for one, hold my line of thought long enough that I can compile one genuine effort into one seamless novel. A long short story, maybe. But that, aside from being an oxymoron, would be a stretch.
These are my random thoughts, nothing more. A little foolish, maybe, but always, I hope, in line with the same spirit of honesty and wit as you would find in the works of the Bard of Avon. Oh yes, William Shakespeare was funny, you semi-literate nincompoop!