Johan Blanco (@cidjohan)

Why do bad things happen to good people? Time and time again, this is perhaps the biggest question asked of people of faith. If God is so good, why do so many bad things happen in this world… and happen to good people? First of all, we need to figure out what “bad things” and “good people” really mean. Broadly speaking, bad things are the accumulated sufferings we all experience. Suffering is tough to measure. In some sense, “bad things” are relative depending on the situation. Fear, shame, depression, anxiety, starvation… societal ills like poverty and homelessness. How do you compare one person’s suffering to another person’s? Suffering comes in a lot of uniquely individual packages. Next, what exactly is a “good person?” Turns out, none of us are truly good. The apostle Paul writes in Romans 3:10: “None is righteous, no not one.” We’re all sinners in need of grace. No one can pass off an effort at goodness as the real thing. So by this definition, bad things never actuall...

That Extrange Race of Visionaries ! "A hero was in his / her future already ". Across the years, I'm still being wondered by the way that people have misunderstood the word "visionary". Any person who builts a prominent church or starts a new project, is not nominated to be part of the gallery of those who can see farther than anyone else. The visionary breathes, sleeps, dreams, eats, laughes and cries through his/her vision. He/She doesn't want to start something because the sunday's preaching touched his/her heart. He/She walks on the supernatural, though the world be a mess around him/her. I want you to see it at this way: God has no birthdays, hasn't to celebrate anniversaries, is not ruled by the clock. The Maker had solved the sin's issue already, even before Adam and Eve sinned. Time is a capsule for the man but not for God. He is in your present, your past and your future. It seems some petty-minded, too much logical maybe,...

Saving Private Ryan -  "A hero has a purpose which to live" A man is walking among the tombs, bowed and quiet. An autumn breeze flows in the cold cementery. He is nearer of the end than the beginning of the life. He lives his last years, the old age, the experienced ones. He seems tired, but is making an effort to walk. Behind him, those who seem his relatives are watching him with the deepest respect. The gentlemen bows on a tomb. The stone has the name of a U.S Army's lieutenant marked on it. Not any lieutenant! For the old man, that tomb belongs to the one who crossed the entire map in World War II for bringing his freedom back. Many years ago, the U.S Goverment had revised the files, and found out that one mother had lost her four sons in the battlefront, and they realized that it wasn't fair for the mother losing her fifth boy under the army's flag. The wanted to indemnify to the old woman somehow, and the best way was searching her last son in the mid...