Originally posted 2015-12-04 16:23:34. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.
I responded to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory in the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needed my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knick-knacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
Originally posted 2016-06-14 14:18:01. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Originally posted 2014-04-29 04:17:29. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
LETTER IN THE NIGHT
This is pretty deep and definitely worth reading! You just can’t keep it to yourself, you’ve got to tell somebody about the love of God! Be blessed!
One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed and dreamed a very fitful dream. She dreamed that someone in Hell wrote a letter to her, and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger.
The messenger passed between the lakes of burning fire and brimstone that occupies Hell and found his way to the door that would lead him to the outside world.
Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise. He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had written it to her from Hell.
Louise, in her dream with trembling hands, took the letter and read:
I stand in Judgment now,
and feel that you’re to blame somehow.
Never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on the earth,
You never told me of the second birth,
And now I stand this day condemned,
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things, that’s true.
I called you “friend” and trusted you,
but I learn now that it’s too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the Light.
You let me live, and love, and die,
You knew I’d never live on high.
Yes, I called you “friend” in life,
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to the end,
I cannot, now, call you “My Friend.”
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was still so real in her mind and sweat dropped from her body in pools. She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of brimstone and smoke from her room.
As she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she realized that as a Christian, she had failed in her duty to “go out to all the world and preach the gospel.” As she thought of that, she promised herself that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite her to church with her.
The next morning she called Marsha, and this was the conversation:
“Hello Bill, is Marsha there?”
“Louise, you don’t know?”
“No, Bill, know what?”
“Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you knew.”
Fellow Christian, is this your testimony? Are you witnessing to your friends that you are with everyday? Or will there be friends of yours in Hell, asking you why you did not tell them about JESUS?
As your friend. . .
If you don’t know Jesus, here’s how:
If you confess with your mouth and believe in your heart that Jesus died on the cross for your sins and God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 – 10)
If you have not done so, just pray this prayer:
“Dear God, I confess with my mouth and believe in my heart that Jesus is your son and that He died on the cross for my sins. Jesus, forgive me of my sins and come into my heart and become my personal Lord and Savior. In Jesus’s name, Amen.”
— Author Unknown
Originally posted 2014-07-01 06:50:59. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
NEWS: IMPROVING ROADS IN PALAWAN
become one of the major tourist places in the country along with Boracay and Cebu. With this growing popularity, there is one issue Palawan is facing: infrastructure.
For those who are coming to Palawan from other big cities will find out quite quickly how laid-back this heavenly island is. Side streets are often really muddy when rainy. When it’s summertime, roads get very dusty. A motorbike rider needs to wear a simple mask for more comfortable breathing while driving. Even jeep or multicab passengers would be adviced
to use a mask. It is also a shock for many tourists, both foreign and local, to travel and experience the epic and looong bumpy roads along the way to destination — often El Nido, San Vicente or Underground River.
During the last 5 years, we have seen a great improvement in our infrastructure in the main city and it’s neighboring municipalities.
As you can see on the photos, you can compare how the roads were and how they are now. Since Puerto Princesa is the main city it sees the most improvements.
Slowly, the government is working on widening and concreting roads as well as building
bridges all across the island. These recent improvements have cut down traveling time. For example, Puerto
Princesa to San Vicente normally takes 4 hours of travel. Today, it can be done in 3 hours. Another example take Puerto Princesa to El Nido. It took normally about 8-10 hours, but today it takes about 6-7 hours.
Although we still have a long way to go, but as we have seen continued road improvements,
we have high hopes for Palawan that one day there will be smooth road from North to South.
Yes, we have high hopes, also because of the new President Duterte. President Duterte have served a city in the south called Davao for decades. Davao City, in Mindanao, has a very impressive infrastructure for a Philippine province. As a result we will keep an eye on more infrastructure improvements not only in Palawan but in the Philippines in general.
Some tourists ask us if we think it is worth visiting Palawan? Is it worth the hassle? We would
say it is! The island is such a great beauty. What it lacks on the road it definitely makes up with it’s water, beaches, cliffs, corals and skies. Sometimes we need to have a ‘little’ sacrifice before we get mesmerized. Besides, Palawan is an adventure island.
TAKEN FROM WWW.TRAVELINPALAWAN.COM
Originally posted 2016-08-15 16:49:39. Republished by Blog Post Promoter