The Transformative Encounter at Bethesda

Dear Journal,

A whirlwind of awe enveloped me as I delved into the 5th chapter of John. It’s a mystery why my spiritual journey leapt from the book of Genesis to the profound depths of John’s narrative, but oh, the richness there is to savor!

Imagine the scene at the pool of Bethesda: the air thick with hope and despair, and Jesus, with a gaze that pierces the soul, finds a man ensnared by infirmity. His question, simple yet profound, “Do you want to be made well?” cuts through the man’s litany of obstacles. With divine authority, Jesus commands, “Rise, take up your bed and walk,” and in an instant, a life is transformed.

For 38 long years, this man’s plight was the town’s silent echo. Yet, in a single moment, Jesus rewrote his story. Picture the man, now standing, a living testament to a miracle, on a day when no work should be done. The Sabbath, a day of rest, became his day of rebirth.

The crowd, oh how they buzzed with curiosity and indignation! Not “Who healed you?” with hearts longing for wholeness, but “Who dared break our laws?” with minds set on judgment.

Jesus, ever the beacon of compassion, sought the man out once more, not in the bustling streets, but in the hallowed temple. There, He offered not just physical healing but spiritual liberation: “Sin no more.”

And so, Journal, I ponder the message whispered to my heart: Is my inner temple cluttered with the merchandise of worldly desires or the persecution of self-condemnation? Or is it a sanctuary where the Divine can reside?

Let this be our collective prayer: “Father, sculpt our beings, refine us until Your reflection shines from within. Purify the temples of our hearts, in Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Friends, the Jesus who restored the man at Bethesda beckons to us across time. He stands ready to heal and to cleanse, to turn our weaknesses into testimonies of His grace. But remember, His transformative power can only work within us if we open the doors of our hearts wide to His presence. 

Navigating the Unexpected: My Journey Home

    If you have not read my previous blog post, please do so, because what I’m about to share happened just hours after Professor Sunia’s prayer, right after I returned home from Southern Adventist University, following my ‘Life and Teachings of Jesus’ class. I perceive that there is a war behind the scenes, a war of life and death, a war to keep those whom God has set aside, dead or alive.

    I’m not certain if God has set me aside, but through His providential signs, I sense that I may be set apart for His purpose. I am not perfect, but if that’s the case, please keep me in your prayers.

    From the video, you can see that it rained; you can also see the black Cadillac crossing from the other side, from a lane that is not permitted to make a left turn. You can also see that the traffic light was green and turned yellow as I crossed the intersection, and that I gave ample warning by honking to alert the driver that I was crossing. Had angels not been there to protect me, I might have collided head-on with the black Cadillac.

    However, praise the Lord that He kept me safe.

    Sometimes, the unexpected is placed in our path so that we can continue to keep our eyes on Jesus. Our ultimate destination is heaven, but as long as we live in this sinful world, the devil will continue to distract us from focusing on Jesus. May this experience serve as encouragement to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus.

Embracing Rainy Days: A Divine Encounter at Brock Hall

The morning sky was adorned with clouds, dew kissing the ground, and a gentle mist accompanied by light rain poured from the gray clouds. Little did I know that this seemingly ordinary day would unfold into a unique encounter, a testament to the unexpected ways God works.

I found a parking spot by Brock Hall and noticed a car in front of mine with its headlights on. I waited for a bit, thinking that someone might have left their car lights on. One minute turned to 10, then 15, until I decided that I should see if someone is in the car.

As I got out of the car to grab my backpack and water bottle from the backseat, I heard a loud thump coming from in front of me as if someone had just exited and closed the door of their vehicle. Instead of investigating the car, I decided to walk to my 9 AM class, Personal Finance.

As I made my way to Brock Hall, a figure with Samoan islander features, who dressed like a professor, walked from the other side of the parking lot toward the same direction as I. A quick exchange about the weather ensued, and to my surprise, he opened a door by the stairways, which I thought was inaccessible from the outside.

“You want to come through here?” the professor insisted, since it was a faster route. I was about to decline, since I was about an hour early to my first class and I didn’t mind taking the extra steps toward the main entrance. But due to the light rain, I agreed and said, “I didn’t know this door has always been open since the 3 weeks I’ve been here.”

“Oh, you’re a freshman? What major are you taking?”

“Theology,” I responded as we started our climb to the 3rd floor of Brock Hall. “So you must be a man of God,” he uttered. “Only by the grace of God.” I replied. I clarified to him that I’m a 40 years old Freshman student. He said, “God must have a plan for you.” I didn't know what God's plan was for me, or why He took me from Colorado to Tennessee.

As we were breathing heavily to catch our breath in entering the 3rd-floor hall, he stopped me and asked, “what is your name?” “My name is Assdhy, what’s yours?” I responded. “My name is Sunia. How do you say your name? Is it Ozzy?” He replied as he extended his hand to shake mine. I grabbed his thick hand and said, “Yeah, it sounds like Ozzy Osborne, but with a D in the middle as in Oz-D-ee.” “Ozdee." He paused and asked, "May I pray for you?!”

As we adjusted our breathing from the climb. I said, “Sure.” There at the hallway on the third floor, he prayed for me, and at that moment, as his larger hand continued to hold tight of my hand, I felt the comfort of God assuring me that He will not leave me. You see, the night before, I had felt overwhelmed over the long homework that I had to do for my Statistics Class. It took all my energy to sit in front of my computer to learn about the Math that I had given up 22 years ago. What is Σ, σ, x̄ and √? I felt like my two-year-old son, trying to learn his ABCs. Everything looked so foreign. How can I remember all these formulas? There were many times where I had to pause from my study to talk to my wife, complaining about how hard the homework was and I’m just three weeks in. There was a small thought in me that, just maybe, God may have brought me to Southern Adventist University to learn another lesson in failure. However, after meeting Professor Sunia, I gave a quick prayer in my heart to thank the Lord for my encounter with Professor Sunia. "Thank you Lord, for assuring me that you have never left me. May your will be done in my life.”

Though the cloud blanketed the blue morning sky, hiding the ray of the sun from shining its light, the sun is still there, and the Son of God as well is here as I faced through my frustration. God knows what I’m going through and He knows what His plan is for me. If you only see the cloud of trials in your life and have thoughts of giving up, know that God is with you. Surrender your plan at His feet and He will walk with you on the rainy days, opened the door for you, hold your hand, comfort you, and He will reveal to you His glory. I’m a sinner, saved by His grace. If He loves a sinner such as I, He is surely in love with you.

Amazing Guidence

Dear Journal,

How wonderful is our God that He looked over me in a keenly manner at every steps I make. Today was an exhausting day. Let’s just put it this way, I woke up a couple of minutes ago (11:30pm) from the carpeted-floor of my bedroom with my junior sized guitar by my side. The last thing that I can recall doing was getting out of the shower, and at around 6PM, I was practicing my guitar, and suddenly, poof. I was in the land of the dead. No, seriously, Jesus addressed the dead Lazarus as being asleep. So technically, sleeping is being in a state of the dead. Get it? You can look it up yourself, John 11:11.

To make a long story short, and this is a short version (long version would take 24 hours to read), I did my devotional this morning, went to work, turned on the company’s van (Blue 2), and heard a noise that is different than what it has always been like. Checked the oil, everything seems ok. We (myself, a supporting staff named Dicky Waworundeng, and a client) prayed prior of leaving the parking lot to pick up four other clients who lived in three separate cities, Lakewood, Denver, and Arvada. After the long drive for pick up, the first activity in the list is Denver Botanical Gardens at York St. in Denver.

Personally, I love this place. Just don’t tell anyone about it. As we make our way through gazillion plants, I’m over-exaggerating, or maybe not, because there were lots of plants there. We saw plants from different nations, even to the old kingdom of Solomon, which I am referring to Matthew 6:25-34 of the lilies of the field that were arrayed more beautiful than Solomon and all his glory.

Our first look was the Bonsais family. These trees were finely shaped in such a way to show the artistic view of a loving Creator on a small tree. We saw roses, and its thorns and thistles, signifying to me that away from the thorns and thistles of this creation, there is beauty where I can behold the love of God. I can say the same to the beautiful varieties of cacti that we passed. From close, the thorns of these cacti are as sharp as the kitchen knives, ready to pierce through any flesh that ignored its existence, however, as I stepped back to have a second look, I can see how beautiful this organism is.

I wonder if that is how God look at me. I mean, He is so close to me that He is able to see my thorns and thistles, which daily nailed Him on the cross through my transgressions. Yet, as He is nailed on that cross, all He saw was a beautiful creature worth of saving. We saw tulips, herbs, and even varieties of sunflowers that stood in such a way without a thick bark that supported its heavy head. I mean, this flower has its stem that can stand up tall from three to 12 feet high holding its head that has a width of, three to six inches and at times one foot long. And did you know that in each sunflower holds hundreds of flowers on its head? And yet, God cared over these plants, and what about you and I who have such a big head? Amazing…

However, through our journey in the Denver Botanical Garden, I cannot stop to wonder of the beautiful lilies that freely floating on the water. It is one of the most beautiful flowers that brought me to my knees of the grandeur of God’s love in His care of the lilies' shape, texture, anatomy, and even its beauty that captivated any man.

I have an inadequate knowledge of plants. However, the beauty of God’s nature cannot hold still the heart of man from the attraction of the heart of a loving God. How can we deny of an existing loving God? From these plants, how can there be such a God who rules in tyranny as others have presented Him to be? This thought brought me to my knees to know that each second of my life, this same loving God, who cares for the flowers and the trees, is at work in creating creatures that are beautiful in His sight to shape us according to His image. Wow...

At around 2:20pm, we have finished dropping our clients off to their respective home in Arvada, Lakewood and the last two clients in Denver according to the required drop-off time of each client’s provider. The three of us, two staffs and one more client, headed back to the office. The van at this time has not given out any signs of problem other than the low fuel light on the gauge. As we drive closer to University Blvd on a busy Interstate-25, I felt a pop underneath the van, so my mind quickly went to the Lord to ask for His guidance and His help. The van started to shake, I thought one of the tires have popped, but the van was still manageable, the van suddenly swerved to the left and quickly to the right, and as I tried to hold control of the van, the oil light on the dash gauge turned on, and within seconds, the engine light turned on. The van started to shake uncontrollably and I find myself no longer able to drive at a regular speed forcing me to take the far right lane away from the busyness of the interstate to inspect the engine.

I turned off the engine, opened the hood, no smoke. I quickly glanced to the right side of the engine compartment, my left, to see the water level and it does not indicate of any carburetor or heat problem. I knew that from driving the van that it was not a transmission problem, but I took out the dipstick of the transmission oil, and found it was within normal limit. I then take the oil dipstick to see the level of the oil and I found residue of the engine on the dipstick. I cleaned it, re-checked it, and found that the level of the oil was empty. I opened the oil cap of the engine, and noted a crack inside the engine. I quickly thought, “It must have been the manifold or something in the engine that broke apart”. I asked my support staff to check for any extra bottle of oil on the back of the car, but no oil. To make the matter worst, our client came out of the car and asked, “Can I go to the bathroom on the side of the road?” I raised my eyebrows wanting to say, "What?", instead, I quickly asked him if he can hold it for a couple of minutes as we drive the van to the closest gas station.

So in my heart, I prayed to God to watch over us and to guide my thoughts. So we load up the van, and text-ed a friend of mine to lift our van as well as the passengers in prayer. I started the van and with the van shaking and rattling, we were able to get the van to the nearest gas station. At this time, my first priority was to bring our last client back to the office for his dentist’s appointment. So, I called the office to see if we can get a way to have the client picked up. But there were no one to do that. Our boss was busy, our supervisor was out in a meeting, and other staffs were en route to drop their clients home. So with hundred things running through my mind, I managed to buy two bottles of 5W-30 oil, filled some gas, and with hazard lights flashing, we were en route again back to the office. This time, we avoided the interstate.

As slow as we can, we got back on University Blvd., headed south to Evans Ave., and east to the office. The van shook and was making a rattling sound, and throughout our drive, my mind was in constant prayer with the Lord. About five miles away, passed Monaco Pkwy., the car made another pop sound and the engine finally stopped completely. That was it for us, I went out, opened the hood, and first thing noted that it was smoking a white smoke outside and inside the hood. Looked down underneath the engine we saw black oil spewing like a waterfall. On Evans Ave. at around that time, it was busy with cars that were perhaps heading to work for the second shift of the day. I traced the spewing oil and found a part of the engine on the street. I took it, and looked at it, it was part of a rod inside the engine that holds one of the pistons. It looked like the rod was broken-off. And yes, when I was holding it, it was super-hot.

There was a K-Mart closed by, and we had to get the van parked away from the busy street to prevent a further incident of any accident.

If anyone have driven on Evans Ave. heading east passed Monaco Pkwy., there is a slight inclination on the road. So, to let nature takes it course, I placed the car in neutral, and when the road was clear, I let the car roll back and finally parked in K-Mart’s parking lot.

As I stood in front of that van, I took a step back and wonder, there was no way that this is not a miracle of God. I saw cars zoomed inches away from me, they could have hit me or even the car, yet, the hand of God was there to protect me. Even the thought of the incident happening after the day program was a miracle in itself. I knew God keenly took the time to show me His love and His mercy through a part of the "growing with Him" experience.

My boss took the time to come and drive one of the working vans to pick us up. And to make a very long short, shorter, we got to the office at around 3:40PM safely. I took the two clients from the office to my car to take them home, and sure enough, my key was locked inside my car. Again, I quickly lift a prayer to heaven to give me heavenly wisdom and guidance. The clients were already complaining that they have to be at their respected drop-off site at 4pm, so having this issue causes a great stress. But I knew that God was in control. He took my attention to note that the windows of the car were slightly open. But I noticed that it would be impossible to find a hanger or some kind of device long enough to open my door without being over an hour late to their drop-off. Locksmith you asked? I didn’t have the money to call for one, and the wait usually takes 3-4 hours long.

So God took my attention to the front of the car, and I saw the wiper blades. I took one of it off and through the opening of the window, I slide it in and within a minute, the car door was unlocked. We hastily filled the car, and made our ways to the drop-off points. and by the grace and mercy of God, I am home safely. Praise the Lord.

Why am I even took the time to write this? Simply to show the never ending love of God in my life. Never before have I experienced anything like this. Yet, through this blog, I can come back in the future to see the amazing, unfaltering, and unfailing care and love of a God for a sinner such as I and even to any readers out there. Have you given your life to Him?

May you gain blessings through this experience. Because I have. And if you are perplexed in the God that we serve and perhaps there’s a desire in you in wanting to know Him better, give me a call at (786) 546-6269, or you can contact me at a.f.lolowang@gmail.com for a Bible study of the living God we serve. I am an imperfect being, however, I know of a loving God who has a desire to make imperfect beings perfect.

Wrath of God

Dear Journal,

I had the privilege to wake up this morning to learn many beautiful lessons from God. One is the health-giving value of outdoor life. It thought me of the beauty of nature and how it is therapeutic and medicinal, and how it strengthens us physically, mentally, and spiritually. The beautiful nature that surrounds us expresses the wonderful and tender loving of our God to us. How awesome is God.

The Lord then took me to Psalm 90 and I quickly fell in love with this chapter of Moses’ psalm. But from the 17 verses of the 90^th chapter of psalm, verses 7-12 quickly caught my eyes:

^7. For we [the Israelites in the wilderness] are consumed by Your anger, and by Your wrath are we troubled, overwhelmed, and frightened away.
^8. Our iniquities, our secret heart and its sins [which we would so like to conceal even from ourselves], You have set in the [revealing] light of Your countenance.
^9. For all our days [out here in this wilderness, says Moses] pass away in Your wrath; we spend our years as a tale that is told [for we adults know we are doomed to die soon, without reaching Canaan].
^10. The days of our years are [a]threescore years and ten (seventy years)—or even, if by reason of strength, fourscore years (eighty years); yet is their pride [in additional years] only labor and sorrow, for it is soon gone, and we fly away.
^11. Who knows the power of Your anger? [Who worthily connects this brevity of life with Your recognition of sin?] And Your wrath, who connects it with the reverent and worshipful fear that is due You?
^12. So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom. (AMP)

To look at this, how many of the young people can detect a blessing of God or the wrath of God?

I would like to bring this home to our young people who read this. Young people, do you love your parents? Do you think your parents love you? Do you think that your parents have their best interest for you?

Let’s do an example; let’s say that you love music, and whenever you go to a music store, even when you were three years old, you enjoyed going to the piano section and play with all the pianos there. Because of that interests that your parents sees in you, they want you to succeed in it. So, they bought you a beautiful piano so you can practice on it. And because they want you to be a wonderful pianist, they even hired the best piano teacher.

Young people, just through this simple example, do you see the blessings that your parents have done to you? Yes, of course. Yet, many young people groaned and complained, “Why do I have to spend hours and hours every day to learn piano?” “It’s too tedious and monotonous.” Like what I have said long ago. We started to become bored at it and started doing things that we feel, as we thought, would “Greatly benefits” us. We started to hang out with friends who felt the same way, and instead of pursuing after what our parents wants we pursue after what our friends think we should do.

Now, is it permissible for any parents to be angry at their children when this happen? Yes, absolutely. Young people, I’m talking to you again, your parents have worked hard, spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars on the beautiful piano, hired the best teacher in town, and you dropped the bomb on them by complaining and murmuring of how pointless the piano lessons have become. Of course any parents would be furious.

God have His best interest in us. He loves us so much. He gave us the beautiful outdoor for us to enjoy. He made the grains, fruits and vegetables for us to eat. He provided loving parents to care, to meet our needs and to provide what’s best for us. He even sent His only begotten Son to die for our sins, just for our best interest. And young people, that interest is to enjoy an eternal life in heaven with the One who loved you the most. And because of His love for us, often time He has to show His anger to us.

Psalm 90:11 says, “Who knows the power of Your anger? [Who worthily connects this brevity of life with Your recognition of sin?] And Your wrath, who connects it with the reverent and worshipful fear that is due You?” Can we see God’s anger and His wrath? He does this because He first loved you and I.

Jesus repetitively exemplifies His love for you and I as a Father who longs for His Children to return to Him. Throughout this journey of life, God have shown wonderful blessings that He has done in our life and He asked us to count His blessings, not to brag, but to see the love that He had done for you. Psalm 90:12 says, “So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.” May you count the love that He has for you?

Sincerely,

Assdhy F. Lolowang

Bible verses were taken from the Amplified Bible version.

He Takes You Back

Dear Journal,

Why is it that when I know I have hit rock-bottom, and have messed up big time that God seems closer than before? And why does it feel like He is whispering comfort to you?

Yesterday for example, as I talked to Jessica, a tune played in my head. As I started humming, I suddenly realized that it was a perfect song in responding to my feelings and thoughts at the time. The lyric goes like this:

The reason why I stand

The answer lies in you

You hung to make me strong

Though my praise was few

When I fall I bring Your name down

But I have found in you

A heart that bleeds forgiveness

Replacing all these thoughts that

Have overtaken me

But I know that Your response will always be

I'll take you back as always and

Even when your fight is over now

Even when your fight is over now

I'll take you back as always and

Even when the pain is coming through

Even when the pain is coming through

I'll take you back

You satisfy this cry

Of what I’m looking for

And I’ll take all I can

And lay it down before

The throne of endless grace now

That radiates what’s true

And I’m in the only place that

Erases all these faults that

Have overtaken me

But I know that Your response will always be

I'll take you back as always and

Even when your fight is over now

Even when your fight is over now

I'll take you back as always and

Even when the pain is coming through

Even when the pain is coming through

I’ll take you back.

‘Cause I can only speak with a grateful heart

As I’m pierced by this gift of Your love

And I will always bring an offering

I can never thank You enough.

You take me back as always and

Even when my fight is over now

Even when my fight is over now

You take me back as always and

Even when my pain is coming through

Even when my pain is coming through

You take me back as always

Even when my fight is over now

Even when my fight is over now

You take me back as always

Even when my pain is coming through

Even when my pain is coming through

You take me back

You take me back.¹

God certainly is an awesome God. He is a loving God and He loved me before I loved Him. His words will always be, “I’ll take you back.” Even when I have been lost, even when I have squander all His blessings, even when I’ve fed and ate with swine, even when my clothes are ragged and dirty, even when…

My Father waited and waited patiently.

As I recognized my need, I turned away from sin and started to walk back to my Father's house.

From a distance I can see a manly figure, with compassion, He sees me and jumped with joy as He dashed toward me. I felt so embarrassed. It is humiliating for any father to run to a son who has taken his father’s inheritance, which should have been given when his or her parents died. Yet, I’ve squandered all, and here I am, still on the way home, yet, my Father is running toward me.

I quickly look at myself, "am I good enough to be in His presence? I'm so dirty, and my stench is so strong." I then repeated these words, "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants.²" As I saw Him closer to me, breaking every human tradition, He fell on my neck and kissed me. I have not made it home yet. I’m still on my way there, yet my Father has embraced me.

He longed for me. I started to say "Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son…²" He then called His servants and uttered these words, “Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.²”

He never wanted me to be His servants. He loves me and He loves you, even though the mistakes you have done seem so great, He says, “I take you back.” Will you never give up on Him?

           Sincerely,

           Assdhy F. Lolowang.

¹ Lyric is taken from the song “Take You Back” by Jeremy Camp.

² The verse provided was taken from the story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15 from King James Bible.

There are no copyright infringements intended.

Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness Against Thy Neighbour.

Dear Journal,

What is a big deal? "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.¹" (Exodus 20:16). How can this commandment be a commandment that we ought to follow? What is such a big deal about this? I mean, our parents have done it, our leaders have done it, even the presidents of America have lied. So what?

My whole name is Assdhy Frengky Lolowang. I’m a youth leader at my local church and an adult care provider to adults who needed an alternative support. However, in English, Frengky is technically spelled Frankie, and the nick name that they used for me is "Frank." Which the World English Dictionary defined it as "honest and straightforward in speech or attitude." So technically, I can say, "how can I lie, my nick name is Frank" followed by a wink.

Nevertheless, if I stand at the judgment door today, I would have been weight, and found guilty before God and men. Breaking this simple commandment of God, would separate me from the love of God. But why?

The Bible says, “But your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear.¹” (Isaiah 59:2). Iniquity, or lawlessness, or the transgression of the law (1 John 3:4), or sin, would separate me from my God?

What is bearing false witness against our neighbor anyway? Isn’t it the same as lying to others? And why is it such a big deal to God?

John 17:17 stated that God’s Word is truth, John 1:1 said that the Word is God. Hebrews 6:18 mentioned that it is impossible for God to lie. Ok. I can see that God is truth and understand why God dislikes lying. But does He hates it?

In Proverbs 6:16-19 the Bible says, “These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto Him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.¹” According to this passage, lying is an abomination to God. No wonder Isaiah 59:2 mentioned that sin, transgression of the law, or even lying, would separate me from the love of my God.

So now, my small lie, whether it is a white lie or an unspoken lie have placed me away from the God whom I love. What about to the family whom I love, the youth whom I love, the church whom I love or the work place whom I love? What about to the woman and her family whom I truly love? If a lying tongue is an abomination to God, which separates us from Him, how is it to human being?

Throughout my life, I may have not made my lies apparent, however, I have slowly revealed this sin and now it is transparent to the one whom I truly love. And because of this, it has separated me from the love of my girlfriend and especially from the love of my God.

Lying is not just a small sin that can simply be covered up under the carpet, lying is a conduct that is abominable not just to our neighbors, friends and family, but to God. It separated me from the love of the one whom I love, and it absolutely separated me from the love of my God.

I have been weighted and found guilty before God and men. There are no words that I can say to justify my false testimonies or anything I can do to keep me away from death that I deserve. The lies that I’ve committed deserves a penalty that is worst then death. I do would like to sincerely apologize for the abominating act that I have performed against any of you, especially to the one whom I truly love. And if any of you whom I have lied to, or bore a false witness upon, would like to vindicate justice upon me and wish to have justice be put in place, I am willing to face those consequences.

Forgive me of my wrongdoings. I do promise to God and men, if I am given another chance to live, I will do my best to walk in God’s precept and according to His will for as long as I live. I have made my mistakes and I do hope that the people I have hurt would forgive me of the lies that I've committed.

Sincerely,

Assdhy F. Lolowang.

¹The verses provided were taken from the King James Bible. There are no copyright infringements intended.