The others.

As an alternative to being decomposed by boredom, I’ve been roaming around the blogsphere, reading my friend’s latest entries, and, upon seeing that their latest entries have been written eons ago, I’d write comments, urging them to update.

Jef writes about his backsliding and how terribly hurtful the consequences can be. He writes:

The cataracts of my sin blocked my eyes, and I lost sight of Him. And instead of seeking what is infinitely desirable, I settled for what is empty. And ephemeral. But, by "the richness of His kindness and forbeareance," (Rom 2:4) He did not let me go that easily.

Paul B. expresses this same view about his sin, and says, "You cannot write edifyingly about backsliding if you are backslidden—I cannot write edifyingly." He then goes on to quote a wonderful message from C. Spurgeon.

Razel’s final entry has been written in Charie's PC. She writes: I'm going home. I failed to write that yesterday, I did a Lance and went to SM, too.

Hence, from now on, I did a Lance would not only mean catching nine frogs for the whole class to dissect, but also to rush to the mall alone to meditate on God’s goodness.

“My desk is clutter,” writes Kuya Jordan. On second thought, so is mine.

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