Essence of Easter Sunday, happy birthday Kuya Boy!

By Al S. Mendoza

TODAY being Easter Sunday, my prayer is for Dear God – whoever your God is – to be with you always.

Easter symbolizes life, as in the sun rising in the East to remind us of our being born every now and then because of the will of God; thy will be done.

I believe in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, our God. His coming to life again after three days as written in the scriptures is the essence of Easter Sunday.

Some religions other than the Roman Catholic do not observe Holy Week. That Easter Sunday is non-existent.

Fine, fine.

Time and again, it is said that people differ in their beliefs, in how they venerate their God.

Fine, fine.

The important thing is, we believe that there is God, that each one of us, whether Catholic or Protestant, has a God.

We stop believing that there’s God, it’s the end. Chaos. Life’s an empty shell. Life’s ended.

In all of Christendom -Catholic, Baptist, Episcopalian, Iglesia ni Kristo, Jehovah’s Witness, Adventist, Latter Day Saints, Mormons, Dating Daan – Easter Sunday reminds us once again of the eternal presence in our lives of our Dear God, our living God.

Happy Easter!

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I BELIEVE my Kuya Boy, our eldest in the brood, turned 70 yesterday, April 11.

I said I believe because this piece was written in advance to beat the deadline, which was Tuesday last. It was that early in lieu of the Season of Lent.

I also said I believe my Kuya Boy had turned 70 because God is good and His goodness will allow my Kuya Boy to reach 70.

I am that confident.

In fact, that was the main reason of my confidence: God is eternally good. Kind. He won’t let us down.

Despite being a chain smoker for nearly six decades (he quit the ciggie only last year), my Kuya Boy – thank God – isn’t only extremely healthy; he is in the pink of health.

And, with God’s grace, many more birthdays would come my Kuya Boy’s way because he is such a good man – still very capable of doing more good to his brothers and sisters.

Yes, I’m pretty sure Kuya Boy had turned 70 or Dear Lord Jesus Christ doesn’t love me anymore.

But do you know my Kuya Boy doesn’t look it? I mean, he looks much younger than his age.

Very agile and still has that visible spring in his legs, Kuya Boy, looking more fifty-ish than sixty-ish, can still dance the cha-cha-cha, and the boogie-woogie with gusto.

Fred Astaire, in his thirties, would have been put to shame.

It is not true that the good always die young.

You are as healthy as an ox so that I believe God still has a mission for you to perform. Gut feel tells me he’ll let you live even to “a hundred and five” as the line of a song goes.

Happy birthday, Kuya Boy. Keep well. Be good always. God loves you.

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