Okay, so people are going to take to the streets today to protest against the corruption in the government.

I would like to go there and attend the rallies.  After all, I have a fair amount of knowledge of what's going on at the top.  Jose Pidal just lives a few houses down the street from my mom's place in Bacolod.  I am aware about the Europe escapades of the famous brothers.  I've seen the Chairman doing those power brokerings at Wack-Wack casually discussing it nonchalantly with his guests while swinging that latest edition of the Callaway driver.  (sidenote: you should try the Abalos special on the menu for breakfast -sarap!).

I would like to go out there in Makati to join the rally today.

I have a problem though.  I cannot handle raising my finger to point at the people in authority, hurling accusations for their lapses.  Everytime I do so, it seems like my hand curls back and my index finger points right at my chest.

I know it and I am guilty of it.  I have not prayed enough for this nation.  The lapse is not with them.  It's with me.

"I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth."  says 1 Timothy 2:1-4.

Much as I would want to go the rally, I cannot be there.  I have no right to be there.  I have not fervently prayed for our nation and for the leaders of this land.

Readers, I apologize for the sad state of our nation.  I have not spent enough time praying for the Philippines and have actually spent more time on Multiply.

Please forgive me.  I take the blame.