There was transportation strike two days ago. Bus and jeepney drivers were protesting against the multi-ticketing system in Manila. They get ticketed by MMDA (Metro Manila Development Authority) and then they get ticketed by the local police when they reach the outlying cities or places (like Rizal, Mandaluyong, etc). So they demanded that there be only one ticketing system. I understand their concern. Especially because there are kotong police who just wants to earn money by ticketing a driver so they get "under-the-table" money.
Anyways, so it wasn't easy to ride. I wanted to go to Mass before I go to office but there was no jeep going to Don Bosco plying by the Washington-Libertad route. So I went to the Dela Rosa area to wait for a jeep going straight to the Magallanes MRT. Good thing there was a jeep (quolorum actually) that was taking in passengers going to the MRT. Then when I got down at Cubao MRT, there was another jeep who was plying the Fairview route on his way home. I felt very loved by the Lord and told my officemates about it. In the course of that day and how it turned out—meaning, that I was provided for—it came to me that the love of God is not exclusive.
What I mean is, I was provided for. And that is good and very kind of the Lord. And I know He loves me. At the same time, just because He loves me and provided for me, it doesn't mean, I am the only one He loves or I am more special or more favored than the others. The love of God is both exclusive and all-encompassing. Exclusive and inclusive. I have no reason to boast or feel self-righteous or more important because the same love that He showered me He also showers and shows to the rest of His children. It is that kind of love.
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