Archive for July, 2016


Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Eddy Damas
Jul 28 2016

Most of us who have been in the race long enough know that we have only just begun the race itself. It’s funny how that works out, isn’t it? It’s like going to the gym to work out: No matter how long you have been at it, you are just not at the peak. You realize that you can go further, you can get stronger, faster, bigger (muscle-wise).

Then, when we least realize it, we get side-tracked, injured.

Our relationship with God is like that. It’s exhilarating at first, and why shouldn’t it be? We have the promise of eternal forgiveness and a fresh start. We feel different. We act different. The change in us is definitely something to be aware of. To borrow a line from a well known song “Even our old friends treat us like something new.”

But sooner or later, we start to slow down in the race. We realize we are dragging the line. Somewhere along the line we picked up a knapsack and filled it with so much junk, and it’s weighing us down.

Going to the gym is no longer what it was at first. We start to lose the enthusiasm when we realize we are no longer growing, getting stronger, leaner. Soon, we are crawling. It may even lead to a point were we give up going  We become stagnate.

Hey it happens! It’s hard to keep going when you don’t see (in most cases even feel the results) of all your hard work. But that’s the beauty of God. He will wait for you patiently. But if you keep procrastinating and lagging, He will drill sergeant you until you get fired up again, and once you get that fire under your butt, you start reaping the fruits of your effort. Ok, so maybe it’s not bigger muscles and a tight little butt, but if nothing else, the sheer determination you have to do it better the second (or third, fourth, etc.) time around.

The point is, that we are bound by our love to and for God, to never give up the race. We may slow down, we may even crawl, but we see the finish line ahead, and we finish the race – until next time!

The Rose

Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Eddy Damas
Jul 24 2016


A noble man. It’s such a gift. A rare one given the current times. What a sad thought that it was a noble man that people often looked up to. The noble man used to be a beacon. He was hope given form, yet still only a man. Integrity was a part of his life. It defined him. The noble man walked in truth, and did not swerve from it. For he knew that in that truth, there was great promise. He knew that if one man stood against the darkness of the night, then he could be that beacon so that anyone, and everyone, else could also.

In his strong, gentle hands the man held a rose. On top, the rose had soft, delicate petals, yet right underneath those petals there were sharp cutting, penetrating thorns. And even with a mix of the two, the man’s aura burned bright.

The man was never forgotten by the people he would cross paths with. Yes, the people remembered him, because in his wake, hope did spread.

But the man had a few secret fears. He feared that the nobility and the hope deep inside him would not take root in other people’s lives, he feared that the people would have no hope at all, or if they had hope, that it would be snuffed out, especially with all the chaos that he saw everywhere he turned to look. This made him extremely sad. He had been a strong hero for so long, but pride has found it’s door into his being, leading him down a road called sorrow.

Yes, he was walking in the valley of shadows, and within those shadows he heard whispers of a dark calling. The temptations that were beckoning to him offered glories…enough to make even the brightest shining light wander and dim. Inside, the man knew he was fading fast, yet he still yearned for what was right.

On his last day he sat and watched the sun fall. His final thoughts, pure of mind, if not body, held to a fleeting hope – though they would suffer for the man he would become, the people would remember him as he had been.

And so the noble man hid himself beneath a white cloud, even a shield which no flesh could touch, and gave up his carnal self to claim a new birthright. Whether this was choice, or destiny, is a truth known only to fate.

In that cool evening air, as dusk was devoured by night, the noble man ceased to exist. In his place another stood.

Same meat. Same bone. But so very different.

The first and only of his family. The sole forbearer and perhaps the last descendent of his time

In his first moments as a new being, he looked down at the rose that was still in his hands and realized for the first time that it held no petals: only the jagged purpose of angry thorns digging deep into his hands, drawing blood, yet at the same time strengthening him in an uncommon way.

We are Christians, but that doesn’t always mean we are always strong. We fall, but we always seem to rise again. Yes, it may take time, but time is not ours…it’s always God’s!
He knows how long it takes to purify each one of us. Yet when he pulls us out of the fire, we will be a perfect reflection of who God is! For many of us, our time is here, and the moment is ours.

Together in Christ, we shall rise!


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