
The day that people have been waiting for is a good reason to celebrate. More that our individual birthday is the birth of our Savior who dwelt among us. He was sent by God the father to fulfill the promise to save mankind from sin. It has been over two centuries since the messianic mission that was foretold by the prophets in the Old Testament had been proclaimed, yet, many people are still do not believe that Jesus Christ has come. There are many people who are still looking for the coming of the Savior and more who had been proclaiming falsehoods. This is why there are many modern-day preachers who established their own religious sects not in line with the true Church that God has established in the institution of the Holy Eucharist.
It is therefore a great challenge for every person to know Jesus Christ through the Word of God, the Holy Bible that was compiled by the Roman Catholic Church. It is the Word that was made flesh and became man to live with mankind through our Lord Jesus Christ. Apart from the Holy Bible, there are other sources of faith, namely: Sacred tradition and the Church magisterium. Very clearly, Jesus Christ never told His disciples to write His teachings. In the Gospel of Mark, Chapter 16, Verse15, Jesus told His disciples to “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation”. One must read or listen to audio versions of the Holy Bible in its entirety and not just selective piecemeal verses for one to know Jesus Christ.
One could easily be deceived by pretenders who claim to be preachers carrying Holy Bible that had been translated by sects that tailor-made according to their own personal interpretation. Such is prone to many errors that may lead the listeners to believe what the preacher tells. It requires apt knowledge not just of the bible verses but a good background of hermeneutics to one to understand the context of the bible as expressed by the writers at the time of its writing, considering the culture and social norms of the communities during those biblical times.
For many non-Catholic preachers for instance, they do not give respect to Mary the mother of our Savior as they claim that in the Gospel of John, Chapter 19, Verses 26-27, Jesus Christ while hanging on the cross shouted, “Woman behold thy son. Son, behold thy mother. They misinterpret the statement of Jesus Christ not even giving due respect to her mother as He simply addressed her “woman”. With a good background in hermeneutics, one would understand that during that time in history, the word woman is a high form of addressing a woman, mothers included.
It is therefore a misplaced interpretation for preachers who pretend to know the bible, to disrespect the mother of Jesus Christ. Even in our times, we need to respect the mother if we want to be in good terms with the son. How can one claim to be a good friend with the son if he disrespects or even blasphemes the mother. Can one have the courage to ask for any favor from the son if he does not respect the mother? It is a good question to ponder if we want to obtain God’s favor. In this year’s Christmas, may we all learn to honor Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ as we celebrate our Savior’s birth.
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A necessary shift
The idea of phasing out gasoline-powered vehicles no longer seems to be a whisper of possibility; rather, it feels more like an oncoming tide. While I am no fan of change for the sake of appearances, I believe it’s about time we stopped guzzling oil like there was an endless supply beneath the ground and started treating electric cars as the practical, forward-thinking choice they truly are.
I must say, electric cars are beautiful. Have you ever stood near one at a stoplight? (Not in Tacloban, though). They’re like a cat padding across a tiled floor: silent, sleek, and unassuming. Contrast that with the roaring beast of a diesel truck or the coughing wheeze of an old gasoline sedan sputtering to life. And it is not just the noise—or lack of it—but what they leave in the air. While gas guzzlers belch smoke clogging our lungs and skies, e-cars promise a cleaner, quieter world. It is called respiration and should not resemble inhaling the exhaust from a thousand impatient tricycles racing for a flagdown.
But beyond that romantic notion of fresh air and quiet roads; well, there is the more undeniable fact: oil isn’t eternal. You ask that of fish folk who get their catch upstream of an oil rig apocalypse assuming they could find any. The world’s reserves are shrinking, and every barrel pumped from the earth is a tick-tock closer to the inevitable. Transitioning to electric cars isn’t just an environmental statement; it’s practical preparation for the future. It’s like switching to solar panels when you know the electric grid is one typhoon away from total blackout.
Of course, I’ve heard the arguments against e-cars. People say they’re too expensive, or that charging stations are as rare as a sunny day in a monsoon. But wasn’t this the same skepticism greeted by the mobile phone, the Internet, or even the solar calculator? Technology has this way of catching up with our needs, and most times a lot quicker than we think. Besides, the e-cars could be cheaper to keep over time since they tout fewer moving parts than their gas-powered brethren. Imagine no more waiting at the repair shop while a mechanic shakes his head over yet another busted carburetor.
The irony is that most of us already use “e-vehicles” every day without batting an eyelid. That’s right, even here in our region. Those electric tricycles zipping around town, the e-bikes wobbling through backstreets are cousins to the world’s Teslas and Leafs. They’ve proved their worth in small ways, ferrying goods and people efficiently, and they don’t leave a trail of smog in their wake. If small-town folk can make the shift, why not the rest of us?
Admittedly, there’s a touch of melancholy in saying goodbye to gasoline cars. They’ve been part of my life since I learned to drive a car, their growls and purrs woven into memories of long drives, roadside stalls, and the occasional engine failure that taught me the art of patience and shelling out hard-earned cash. But progress often demands trade-offs. I’ll gladly swap nostalgia for a planet where my future grandchildren can see the stars without squinting through smog.
The bigger picture, though, isn’t just about cars. It’s about mindset. We’ve clung to gasoline because it’s convenient, familiar, and tied to the image of freedom on the open road. But freedom isn’t about burning finite resources; it’s about adapting to new paths when the old ones crumble. Electric cars aren’t just vehicles; they’re symbols of a shift—an acknowledgment that the road ahead needs a different kind of fuel.
As for what comes next, the answer is simple: we have to make e-cars accessible, not just a luxury but a practical choice for everyday use. Charging stations need to sprout like roadside eateries, and manufacturers must think beyond shiny price tags. But if we can manage to steer the collective effort to build the infrastructure that supports e-cars, we may finally enjoy smoke-free thoroughfares that don’t suffocate our nostrils with black fumes nor stain our light collars as we commute to our workplaces.