Rumor has it and it was told that the bible foretold it that the next pope is an antichrist… the issue has been circulating around the world….
Who knows whether or not it’s true..?
I don’t believe it…neither do I believe in it.
It’s because the world “antichrist” itself has been so misconceived by people nowadays. Or it’s because lesser number of people are reading the bible now.
Antichrist refers to something against God…..probably the devil itself. We wouldn’t see one with horns and a tail (well, not literally)…..and where the world speaks of its evilness. The devil has the ability to imitate everything good that God has created. Hmm….scary huh? Yes it’s true. That’s why a lot of people are being mislead and confused…
A false prophet is an antichrist. Fortune tellers and statues of saints are too…
“Statues of saints??”, you ask.
Well, anything that deviates our attention to God is a form of antichrist.
So about the issue…
The next pope is an antichrist?
There’s a way to change that claim…
If in his goodness we become blinded that we believe that he’s the one who give us the miracles and not God, that he’s the one who heals, gives comfort and unites people…and if we treat him like almost a god, even more than how we praise the Holy Mighty One…then he in that case he becomes a figure of antichrist and that we are commiting the biggest sin there is!
Remember the first commandment:
“I am the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not have strange gods before me.”
The reason why we are lost now is because we abandon God on our way. We always think that we could make it alone. God will help us through, if we just don’t fail to seek for his assistance; amidst the perplexities and struggles we face in our everyday lives. Strengthen your faith in God….the God Almighty…the only true God there is…it’s our only salvation. For He will provide us the only truth.
“The kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you; not in buildings of stones or statues of marbles. In strip of wood, seek and you shall find Me.”
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Where's the missing piece?

All my life I’ve been constantly searching for something…not that I know of…
..not that I know how to find
Nobody understands me…
And so everyone is fooled by the jolly and cheerful mask that I wear
How come no one reaches inside, beyond this strong façade that I built for years?
How can no one see the weak and lonely little child inside yearning for someone to warm her cold and trembling hands?
“You have a wonderful life”, they’d always say
What life? …who has?
This nobody who claims to be somebody??
This someone who has always been left out, backstabbed, taken advantage of…?
I, who knows nothing about trust anymore?...of what real friends are?...of what true love is?
And who, in the middle of gaiety, stops for a while to shed tears…?
The little do they know.
If I would fight back to defend myself, I’d lost the only people that I have…
…the so-called “people who cares”
Oh, how I love to sing and dance in the rain for they would never know how hard I cry…
I’ve always been that miss goody-pants
Innocent and sweet…and they love that part of me
But I’m tired of pretending…of not being me
Of being insensitive, of being alone
My whole life I’ve been stuck here, in my own self-built prison wall of hurt and fears
No one hears my screams, my cries, my pleas…
Only nice people know what hurt is…for they are the only ones who allow it to happen
Oh the old cliché, “hurt teaches us how to love”
Reality bites, that I know.
And so I’m left with no one…
Miss Smarty-pants me has lots of friends
Miss Popular me, Miss Cover girl me, Miss Congeniality me, Miss Someone-you-can-always-count-on-to me, and Miss Love Counselor me have plenty of chums too
But the “real me” have 2 companions: myself and I
Now…
I lost the key
I lost the greatest piece of the puzzle
Most of all…I lost “me”.