The Famous One

Pens were down on the tables. The few remaining charts with doctor’s orders laid in the bin, waiting to be processed. As everyone’s ears were glued and fascinated by one of the nurse’s stories. Their eyes widely-opened. Sometimes, the mouths seemed to drop low on the ground. They were talking about ghosts. In the jail. And somewhere else.

You could just feel the adrenalin pumping, the heartbeats beating as if their hearts would come out of the chests. As one story after another evoked goose bumps, heightening fear, the reality of unseen entities…

I was fascinated, too. I had my own experience as well, as I was taking a break at 3:00 a.m. I closed one of the offices where I would normally eat my homemade sandwich really quick and then, tried to rest my neck to ease some of the soreness from a night’s heavy load. I heard some rustling of papers on top of one of the shelves. The fan was off. Whenever I looked, it stopped. Whenever I bent down my head, it felt as if something was teasing me and started playing with those piled up papers on top. I looked up. Nothing. I commanded in Jesus’ Name for “it” to leave and stop that. I bent my head down, feeling strength from Him, not fear. No more rustling of papers. I was able to finish my short break.

But I told them we were not to glorify anything about this evil work. There was no benefit from it but to simply instill more fear to everyone. [It was proven when one of them didn’t want to go to the bathroom despite the urgent need to go. Because of her fear, she wouldn’t dare to go to the hallway into the bathroom. Alone.]

That I’d rather talk about the Power in Jesus’ Name. Against all those evils. Going through my own spiritual battle, the Lord had indeed shown me the Power in His Word. Of how these unseen enemies cowered when I uttered His Precious Name…Jesus…[Proverbs 18:10 - “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous runs into it and is safe.”]

I told them not to be afraid. And that, if they believed in those evil things, must we not believe much more in the One Who created everything?

For faith in God allows us to see the unseen. His Word tells us the truth in everything. And that is the only requirement for anyone who chooses to know Him. Faith. Through faith, one believes…”And faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen…” - Hebrews 11:1.…Glory belongs only to the Lord! Maker of heaven and earth! He deserves it all. Our praises. Our thanks. He is after all, the most Famous One!!!



This is what Jesus said to the father of a boy possessed by a spirit: “If you can?” All things are possible to him who believes.” - Mark 9:23

And the Lord said, “If you had faith like a mustard seed, you would say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and be planted in the sea’; and it would obey you.” - Luke 17:6


“That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” ~ Romans 10:9


“Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses.” - 1 Timothy 6:12

Just A Summer Reminder

Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing, that makes water and nobody knows what that is.
~ D.H. LAWRENCE (1885-1930), Pansies, 1929

This is not my usual post. Just a friendly summer reminder... With the intense heat we had from the past days and I know some areas where you are also had suffered from the summer heat, do not forget to hydrate yourself with WATER. Dehydration is a bad thing to happen in your body. Be careful that you don’t keep drinking too much iced teas, alcoholic drinks or sodas. They are diuretics and will actually do more harm than good.

Water is essential and so it is with the history of mankind. And His…Have a blessed weekend to all of you. Thinking about you all in thoughts and prayers. Thank you for yours.

On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’”

—John 7:37-38

Don't Be A Statistic

“What is wrong with me?” asked this young female inmate sitting in front of me as she straightened her left arm so I could apply the blood pressure cuff. Her tears in little beads slowly flowed down on each of her cheeks.

“Do you drink heavily?” I queried.

“No!” she loudly denied.

“How about illegal drugs?”

“Mmmm…” Pause….”Only marijuana, Ma’am,” she softly whispered.

I looked again at the prescribed medications started when she first came in to the prison’s Intake. I counted about 5 different kinds, the usual medications given as allowed by our protocol. All for those having alcohol withdrawal symptoms. I was hesitant to give it at first. After she denied heavy alcohol use.

The Intake Nurse who happened to screen her the previous night, fortunately, was working with me that night in the Infirmary. I approached her and asked her if she could recall anything about this crying, young inmate.

“Rcubes,” she responded right away, after seeing her through the glass windows, “She was so wasted when she came in to the prison last night. They brought her first at the hospital and she was shaking.”

“Thanks. That’s all I need to know.”

I gave this crying inmate a handful of pills and a small cup of water.

“Here…These are being given to you because of the symptoms you showed last night. You were heavily intoxicated and were shaking when you got here at the jail,” I explained.

More tears fell…She didn’t refuse. She cupped her right, slightly quivering hand. She knew she drank alcohol. But she denied that. She just turned 21. And the fun of using alcohol made it more legal for that age. Except, she was being succumbed to a deadly habit. Subtly. Taking her like a hostage. Taking her farther away from freedom she once knew.

I watched her slowly traced her heavy steps back to her unit. Her head bent down. Still not sure what was wrong with her. It was her first time in the jail. She tasted the harsh environment. Of being locked up for a few days. To live in a tiny cell with another female unknown to her. Where violence could erupt at any moment.

Another one young life. Being wasted in the process. Alcohol. Drugs. Prostitution. Robbery. Pregnancy. These are the unfamiliar roads she decided to take. These roads that distract someone with a goal in life and entangle them and make them live a life that is empty. Barren. Dry. Unproductive.

As I saw the last bit of her shadow, I could only pray. For her to see the Light in this dark place she was in. For her to get out of that unfamiliar road and be focused toward one goal. Of seeing straight and knowing the only Truth. The only Way. The only Life.




"Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will direct your paths." - Proverbs 3:5,6


"Tune your ears to wisdom, and concentrate on understanding. Cry out for insight and understanding. Search for them as you would for lost money or hidden treasure. Then you will understand what it means to fear the Lord, and you will gain knowledge of God. For the Lord grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding." - Proverbs 2:2-6


"Then you will understand what is right, just and fair, and you will know how to find the right course of action every time. For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will fill you with joy. Wise planning will watch over you. Understanding will keep you safe." - Proverbs 2:9-11

Listen To Me

“God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.” - C.S.Lewis

“But I don’t like to do this! I have told everyone here that I’m not diabetic! I’m not on meds! I’m not on anything!” uttered this obviously upset female inmate. When her turn came to do her blood sugar check, she started going off, while the others before her were efficient in doing their own and receiving the morning insulin doses and sat right back to the chairs in the waiting area.

I didn’t expect that from her. I had seen her before as I always tried to help the LVN’s do the morning accuchecks on the female side. So they could just concentrate on the male side, being that there was a big number. I didn’t want our attention distracted, much more so with the Infirmary Deputy, that I always volunteered to take care of the female diabetics.

She continued to complain and whine loudly, as if I had caused her all the troubles. I wasn’t saying anything the whole time and just let her do the ranting at the beginning. The big glass partition window, almost fogging up with her breath of anger every second that passed by. Almost out of breath and breathing fires through her nostrils, she smeared the Accucheck machine with her blood.

“That’s not the first time she did that, Ma’am!” whispered one disgusted inmate. The rest who saw what she had done did not want to use the same machine fearing they might catch something from the blood-smeared tiny machine.

“Listen to me!” I spoke with a slightly higher tone of voice and didn’t allow her to cut me off the entire time, as I waved at the nearby deputy, giving her a signal that I got it and did not need her help at that time yet.

“You don’t have to come here screaming at the top of your lungs when the nursing staff is just trying to help you. We won’t force you to do your accuchecks if that’s what you want. When you first came in here at this jail, your sugar was way high, that’s why the nurse who saw you started this to monitor you.”

“Here!” I continued, “Just sign this piece of paper and you won’t need to come down here and act this way, smearing our machine with your blood, when you know many use this. As long as you’re aware that we’re not going to be responsible if anything happens with you when your blood sugar either goes way high or way low, then, just sign this. Even up to the point of death as a consequence since we wouldn‘t be able to check your blood sugar!”

She was visibly wanting to interrupt me but something held her back. At that time, I wearily remained quiet but constantly looked at her eye to eye. She tried to avoid my eye contact. She paused. Smokes stopped coming out of her nostrils by that time. She must have started weighing in the word “consequence” when I said it loudly. She got quiet and proceeded to do her accucheck anyway. I had heard, she came with the rest of the group, day to day ever since.

I wonder how many times I ranted in front of Him. Of the way I like to run things in my life when obviously He’s the only One Who has the control. Why doesn’t it sink in sometimes? And every time I reach the limit and try to meet Him and question Him, He doesn’t come with a roaring Voice. He never meets me with any surprises. He remains quiet most of the time. But in that silence, that’s how I know He’s there. He’s giving me that opportunity to be quiet myself. To learn to be still. To be able to listen. To be able to trust. To be able to believe. So I can know more things about Him. He lets me think over what “consequences” will happen if I don’t go His way. He lets me think things through. That just because I think I’m right doesn’t mean I am. He knows best…And I know being my loving heavenly Father, He always wants the best for His children. Even if it would hurt at times. Yes…in that silence, in that quiet place, that’s where I feel His presence the most. And He's inviting all to "Listen to Me!"


“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.” ~ John 10:27