i had an eye-opening chat with my partner last night. being from southern europe and having lived in my country for over a year now, he was telling me his observation that over here in the philippines it is always a constant battle between people from my class and the poor working class.
because in reality, according to him, people from my class — whether he is a retail magnate, a political bigwig, an established developer, a small construction company, or start-up business owner — make money or attain position and power mostly by exploiting the poor working class.
so the poor working class, unless they find a way out of the country or win the lotto, cannot really rise from their predicament. they can work off their asses all their life and it is only the people from my class who become rich and richer all the time.
“that is why you will always have these old foreigners who will keep coming here — those who walk around with very young, vulnerable girls who have to bother to look their best, pretend they are attracted to them, and endure what they have to all for the purpose of getting a ticket to a better life,” he said.
while living in australia, he always wondered how families here could afford 3 or 4 maids which are a rare luxury in the western countries. now he knows.
i felt so ashamed and so bad. if i could have reduced myself to fit into my pillowcase, i would have.
“If you have become bitter and sour, it is because when God gave you a blessing you hoarded it. But if you had poured it out to Him, you would have been the sweetest person on earth. If you are always keeping blessings to yourself and never learning to pour out anything “to the Lord,” other people will never have their vision of God expanded through you.” — My Utmost For His Highest
oh, how difficult it is to follow Christ!
my Lord, forgive me. bless me. sustain me. remind me. change me.