Talitha Koume

So now I am again writing. It's been quite a long time since I wrote. I had several posted in my Friendster account, which I deactivated and some of which duplicated in my Mutliply account, which I rarely visit nowadays. While the worlwide web is something so awesome,it could be so overwhelming that you can really get exasperated at times. Too many sites to see, even if they are your very own, can leave one so tired like you're being fed with too much of everything.

But I think blogging is something that I should get the hang of. I know I find respite in writing. I know that I was somehow blessed with a gift to articulate, at least, with the written words. I was thinking of writing TagLish but I guess our English training in High School way back in the 80s (St. Joseph's Academy of Las Pinas, batch 1986- yeah!!!!) is so entrenched in my system that I feel a pang of dissatisfaction whenever I think of doing it. I can still see our teacher telling us, "it's either you do it in straight English or just in Pilipino." But I guess eventually I would. When probably I am just so into it that finding the write English terminologies would be a betrayal of my expression. But for now, it's the good old sacred policy.. give me a day or two.. if I would blog that often.

Okay, before I totally detour I would just like to re-route this back to the topic of my first blog (at least in this site..), Talitha Koume. I love that expression. If ever, by God's stroke of miracle I am blessed with a daughter, I will name her that. Talitha Koume. I believe it's Hebrew (anyone who would chance upon this blog is welcome to correct itif my memory did not serve me right) meaning "Get up little girl." Such expression of hope! What makes this all the more meaningful is the story behind it and who said it.

For Christians out there, specially Sunday Schoolers ( I was one, still have a visual memory, though hazy now, of me sitting right there in front of my teacher during my first Sunday School class, I was 5 or 6 then), this probably sound familiar. This was a story of Jesus being led to the house of a man called Jairus whose daughter died. Jesus said, no she didn't die, she was just sleeping. He went into the house of Jairus, held the girl by the hand ( or something like that) and said, "Talitha Koume".. " Get up little girl.." and she woke up and stood up.

I love this phrase because it is a conviction coming from God and His very words that made the girl get up. I think in our life's journey there is a lot falling down happening. Many people will witness that happen. Your loved ones, your family, your friends, your enemies... some will not have the courage to challenge it.. some will even push or pull you further down... including yourself. And so you fall down big time. There will be a lot of those moments when you can't simply get up and you just stay down.

I guess what I am saying is that I do have a lot of those moments. Sometimes, I would even want to shut it all out and wish to be taken home. Just go home. Some friends are already there anyway. Would be nice to be reunited... But I am still breathing. And for as long as I am alive, I guess God would always want me to get up. The beauty of that He will never tire to tell me to get up and He would give me the strength to get up.

Before God I am just a little girl who will always stumble even if I am walking with His hand in mine. And He will always be there to tell me, "Talitha Koume... get up little girl."

And so, I guess, I would be doing a lot of getting up in this site. Hopefully, as I am encouraged in this exercise of expression so will be those who would happen to read it.

May we hear those words clearly in our walk.."Talitha Koume.."