Why God Allows pain...

This is one of the best explanations of why God
allows pain and suffering that I have seen

       A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
       As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually
touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists." "Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to
go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

     The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with
long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop
again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a
barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers
don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair
and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to
me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES
exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to
Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!!!! 

Rachel's Experience....BEWARE! BE AWARE!

It was Monday around 7:30AM. I rode a "Pasig-Quiapo" jeep. Just before we reach Altura there were only five people left in the jeep: me, the nursing student at my right, the high school student sitting in front of the nursing student, and a boy-gay who happens to be at the far most side of the jeepney. After a while, two men rode. Since I like observing people, I immediately notice the crippling man who has a huge scar in his lower arm and some weird marks behind his eye. The two passengers sat beside the high school student. There was nothing special except that they were too close to each other! Imagine, only seven passengers in the jeepney and there’s this two men sitting very close to each other. What would you think? Well, I thought they were gays. So, I felt like it was interesting to watch them.

After a while, they handed their fare and since they are very far from the driver they move closer. Now, they are sitting beside the gay-boy. Let’s review the sitting arrangement: corner, Gay-boy, Man1, Mr. Scar, three gays sitting side by side. Ok, back to the story. Man1 handed exact fare, Mr. Scar, on the other hand, handed P20. At that time I was thinking that I was wrong and they don’t know each other and they are not gays. So, I stopped observing them.

Ewan ko kung anong masamang hangin ang nagpalingon sa mukha ko pero saktong-sakto ang pagkakatingin ko. Man1 handed a cellphone to Mr. Scar. And it wasn’t an ordinary giving of cellphone. It was a suspicious cellphone-giving. It was “tagong-tago.” During that time, I was really puzzled and confused. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention, when I saw the act of “cellphone-giving” Mr. Scar and I looked at each other. And it was the scariest 30 seconds of my life. I kept playing the scenes over and over. Questions were starting to build up. “Do they know each other?” “What’s up with the cellphone?” “Why does Mr. Scar acts like he’s texting whenever I look at him?” “Now what?” There were plenty of questions. I just wanted to raise my arm and shout, “Ui! Gay-boy, check mo nga baka ninakawan ka ng cellphone!” But I was scared and confused. I chicken out and decided to get out of the jeepney and find help. But there were no police officers in the place. I rode another jeepney, feeling guilty and unsafe.