THERE’S no question that the people’s war waged in the countryside alongside the revolutionary mass movements in the urban areas is leveling up to advanced stages and has taken deeper and deeper roots among the broad masses of the people.
Many of our young’uns by now must be familiar with the controversy that erupted in the hip-hop scene a few days before Christmas involving award-winning rapper Iggy Azalea and fellow musician Azealia Banks.
There is an unmistakable special-ness in the act of unexpected house visit by all-time friends, even if they came to me on certain days within the year.
The first story of Christmas was the story of Jesus’ parents who arrived at Bethlehem from a long trip and went from house to house to find a bed so that they can sleep from a long trek. They could only find a haystack in a farm for a bed; but it was from such a lowly, humble place that the story of hope, faith and love began.
Nothing expresses more succinctly the spirit of Christmas than a song or a poem that comes like a song. We very well know how the Christmas message is embodied in the legend of Christ’s nativity in Bethlehem. It was told, angels sang on high the joyful tidings, proclaiming the Glory of God — Gloria in Excelsis Deo — and trumpeting the message of peace and goodwill to earth’s humankind.