Chronicles of Charyl

Biblical:  Hebrews 11. Fantastical: “One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm goin...

I really had this weird dream last night.  Sure, I did have many other dreams since as far back as I can remember, but there are dreams that are just so disturbing they really stand out in one’s memory.  And last night’s was one of those. I dreamt that I was already a ghost, but I didn’t know it.  I still kept on spending time with my family and friends, talking with them.  I didn’t actually realize they weren’t able to see me.  But one day, for some reason, my older sister saw me (which turned out that I actually and supposedly let her see me), and she was the one who revealed that I’ve already died.  And I asked how I died, and she said I was hacked to death.  I was so shocked and scared at what she said, especially that I realize I didn’t remember being physically hurt.  I woke up in the middle of the night panting because of that.  And I remember asking myself while still in my dream, why wasn’t I in paradise?  Wasn’t that w...

One of the songs I learned to sing from a really wonderful friend, with prayers that she may taste & see how highly, deeply & greatly she's loved by Him.  MIZPAH! :)

My Train Wreck Conversion As a leftist lesbian professor, I despised Christians. Then I somehow became one. by:  Rosaria Champagne Butterfield ------------- This is a testimony that both blessed and stirred me. Surely when God transforms, there's no hint of the past at all.  The apostle Paul definitely knew what he was talking about in 2 Corinthians 5:17, "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come."

You were reaching through the storm Walking on the water Even when I could not see In the middle of it all When I thought You were a thousand miles away Not for a moment did You forsake me Not for a moment did You forsake me After all You are constant After all You are only good After all You are sovereign Not for a moment will You forsake me Not for a moment will You forsake me You were singing in the dark Whispering Your promise Even when I could not hear I was held in Your arms Carried for a thousand miles to show Not for a moment did You forsake me After all You are constant After all You are only good After all You are sovereign Not for a moment will You forsake me Not for a moment will You forsake me And every step every breath you are there Every tear every cry every prayer In my heart at my worst When my world falls down Not for a moment will You forsake me After all You are constant After all You are onl...

So, why does a group of men and women in orange shirts and pants with the big, white letter P at their back and dancing Psy’s “Gangnam Style” move me? I’m not really an avid fan of Psy, and never even heard of him until a friend introduced his so-called “dance craze”.  I didn’t understand one word of that set of Korean lyrics, although the music video gives me an idea it has something to do with riding a horse.  But his song had a certain beat that make most, if not all, listeners tap their toes, or shake their heads a bit.  For some others, like the dancing inmates of Cebu , pour out their hearts in moving along those beats. Watching them dance the Gangnam style stirred something in me.  You would forget how much money they’ve stolen, how many shabu they’ve inhaled, or if they did murder that neighbour of theirs.  The uniformed movement of their bodies along with the beat displays a set of faces having the time of their lives, relishing the appreciat...

“For the praises of man I will never ever stand For the kingdoms of this world I'll never give my heart away or shout my praise My allegiance and devotion, My heart's desire and all emotion Go to serve the Man who died upon that tree. Only a God like You could be worthy of my praise….” I would like to have this Tommy Walker song as my LSS ( last song syndrome ) today.  It was the closing song at Capt. Jessup Bahinting’s wake last night, Aug. 24, 2012.  I went there with my housemates and saw the place filled with bouquets of different varieties of white flowers.  I didn’t know him personally until his aroma spread wide when the twin engine Seneca Piper he drove for DILG Secretary Jesse Robredo crashed.  When he died, all his accomplishments were highlighted, especially the part of him being a Christian Pastor and doing what he did out of compassion and love for Christ Jesus. As a fellow member of God’s family, I went to his wake to witness how peopl...