Writing from Koronadal City

I've never heard so many people complimenting me on my weight. My emaciated, undernourished physical status has always been an area of concern whenever I'd go home. But now, friends from church here in Koronadal seem pleased that I've gained quite a lot of weight: my cheeks look puffed, my tummy is bulging, and I don't even need a belt to wear my Levi's.

Auntie Lisa Dayot (we call everyone "auntie" and "uncle here, regardless of blood connections), who practically saw us grow before her very eyes, said something like, "You (my brothers and I) all look like men now." She told us how, when we were children, we'd go out of the building during preaching to play habulan, only to come back soaking in sweat.

We had a wonderful time in church this morning. Pastor Guilbert Enriquez spoke on 1 Timothy 1:8-17. It was a reminder to recall the true meaning of Christmas—Jesus Christ coming to earth to save sinners. Right after, we had lunch with the brethren. Too bad Kuya Caloy, our pastor in UP, couldn't make it. He's in the area to speak at a youth camp. He texted me halfway through the service if he could attend church. He said he's coming next time.

I'm going to Robinson's Place in General Santos City tomorrow to be a guest judge for the Quizmas Challenge, a regional quiz show hosted yearly by UP Soccsksargen. This whole arrangement makes me feel rather old. I'm so excited to see friends, especially Keth Dela Cruz and JP Asong.

Anyway, the entire week is packed with dinner invitations. My family has long since gotten used to the idea of not eating dinner at home during Christmas. Tomorrow, it's dinner with the Leddas. And then, dinner with the Lays. And so on. There's always lechon during these gatherings, so I'm gearing up my appetite for the parties ahead.

Oh, and am I studying for upcoming exams? Absolutely no—not in the next few days.

Thank You, Lord, for this opportunity to celebrate Your goodness.