An Everyday Prayer

I know not the days I’ve left to live

I could have a decade, or an hour to give


Who knows? Not me. But Lord, you do

and so I count on You—


For wisdom to live my days with purpose,

For strength when I am down and weak


For humility when all is well around me,

For joy in seasons long and bleak


For hope to live another day,

For courage to another say,


“The Lord is good, though now it seems unlikely

He will come. Come now, and hope with me.”



Why we settle for less

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses

“We are half-hearted creatures…”

Spot on, Mr. Lewis.

The hope that sustains

She sings Give Thanks with her hands raised
While before her eyes her husband lay
Suited up, dressed very well
Laid to rest, an empty shell

Her only hope that will sustain
“To live is Christ, to die is gain”

He leads the chorus to Amazing Grace
She invites the rest to join in praise
In the same room, their dad’s remains
Just days ago their last embrace

Yet there’s joy in the midst of loss and pain
“To live is Christ, to die is gain”

He enters now into heaven’s gates
Leaving behind his earthly frame
A life well lived only to proclaim
Jesus, name above all names

His source of strength ’til his final day
“To live is Christ, to die is gain”

We will miss you ninong Geno. Thank you for your life’s example. Tita Patti, Ina, Eli, we love you. Krisha and I pray for comfort for your family, and strength for the difficult days. We are inspired and encouraged by your faith and courage, especially during these past few days!

Dear Malaya

Dear Malaya,

We are hours away from welcoming you into the world. We really can’t wait to see you.

Three things I am praying over your life.

You will be strong.

You will be a happy, energetic, playful, healthy boy.

We are praying for you and your mom as she labors to give birth. She is strong and brave. She is in pain but she is joyful. Beautiful, really. Trust me, you will find it easy to fall in love with her.

You will not be alone.

We pray to be the best parents we can be to you. To love you, teach you, discipline you, have fun with you, and model a life worth living.

Our friends and family will help us raise you to grow in faith, character, and wisdom.

You will love Jesus.

It is a dark and broken world you are coming into, but you will let your light shine before others.

You will learn to read the Word and pray. You will love Jesus and walk with others who do. You will fulfill God’s purposes in your life.

I can’t believe we’re finally here. See you soon.

Eric Pops

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”

– Psalm 139:13-14

People Will Tell of our Story

A “letter” I wrote for my wife two years before we first met.

July 13, 2008

People Will Tell of our Story.

Because I have you in mind, I choose to settle for nothing less than the person that you are. And because I have you in mind, I choose to not be anything less than the person that you deserve. I choose to settle for nothing less than what God has in mind.

I look forward to stressing over a proposal. I look forward to hearing you say “yes” and “I do.” I look forward to tucking you in bed at night. I look forward to serving breakfast for you in the morning. I look forward to both of us washing the dishes. I look forward to both of us leaving them at the table. I look forward to loving you, even when I love you now.

Yes, I love you now. I choose to, because I know I can by doing all this with you in mind.

I hope you’re as crazy about me as I am about you; crazy that I write this without knowledge of who you are, your name, how you look like, or how we’ll even meet—yet, at least. Maybe I’ve seen you already; maybe I haven’t. One thing’s for sure though, all this is worth doing because of you.

One day I’ll see your face, know your name, know you, and know you’re the one God’s been getting me all excited about. You’re the one to kiss at the altar, hoping you saved your first for me as well.

I hope you’re praying with and for me as I do for you. (Pray with and for me, that I don’t eat these words.)

To you who is (hopefully my first and) my last, in time, your name will replace the yous in this letter. In time, there’ll be a face for the person I had in mind while writing all this. In time.

Head over heels and sweeping you off your feet,


Continue reading “People Will Tell of our Story”