Creation Song

The end of the year is almost here. I would like to post this worship song that glorifies the God who blessed us this whole year of 2018. Let’s worship Him with thanksgiving!

Creation Song – Fernando Ortega

(This is my last blog post of the year. Thank you all for viewing.)


Thank you, God, for the year 2018!

The Adventures of Joshua and Jeremy: The Hike Up Thunder Mountain

November 26th, 2018


Jeremy and I hiked up a mountain called Thunder Mountain (Raizan in Japanese) , the first time we ever climbed a mountain by ourselves.

Dad dropped us off at the starting point, and from there we were on our own.

“Hey, Josh, do you remember this place?” asks Jeremy, nicknamed Jay.

“Uh, I don’t remember, because it’s been like ten years since I climbed this mountain,” says I (This was the third or fourth time I climbed it).

We were walking up a steep slope with many fallen trees, where there weren’t any visible paths.

“I have a baaad feeling about this,” says Jay.

“Don’t worry, Jay,” says I, “As long as we go up, we’ll reach the top!”

A few breaks, some snacks, and essential beverages helped to give us stamina on the way.

“There! I see a path!” says I.

“Yes, that’s great!” says Jay.

“What if we get to the top and find out that, all along, we were climbing Mt. Fuji?” says I, jokingly.

“Yeah,” says Jay, “that would be weird, wouldn’t it?”

“OK, Bro, follow my lead!”

But later did we know we were on the wrong track. We were walking along a ridge when we came across a sign that had an arrow pointing back the way we came that said, in Japanese, “30 minutes to Thunder Mountain”, and on the other side of the sign, pointing straight ahead, the words, “60 minutes to Mount Rock”.

And right next to the sign, a pole that had this engraving: Fujiyama.

“Well,” says I, “I guess we reached Mt. Fuji after all!”

“Call Dad,” says Jay, “he’ll know what to do.”

And so I called, and he told us to go back the way we came, to the direction of Thunder Mountain.

Approximately 30 minutes later, thanks to God, we successfully reached the submit of Mt. Thunder – 900 meters.

After congratulating each other, we informed Dad and Mom of our reaching the goal, and ate our lunch, which consisted of rice balls, sandwiches, chips, and candy.

Although the air wasn’t very clean, with the PM 2.5 (particulate matter), we were able to see the great view from the top.

“Well, buddy,” says I, “are you ready for the climb back down?”

“Sure!But the REAL question is… are YOU ready?”

“Er, sort of.”

But this was only the beginning of our troubles…

“Ah! Now there’s a pathlike path!” says I. “We were supposed to use this one in the first place!”

“I wonder why we didn’t see it before,” says Jay.

Down, down we climbed, watching our steps so that we won’t go slipping don the slippery slope. The dirt was a little soggy because of the rain that fell the day before.

“Whoops!” says I as I slipped and tumbled to the ground. “Be careful, Jay, because it’s pretty soggy.”

“Are you alright?” asks Jay, helping me up.

“Yeah, I think s…” says I as I looked upon the tiny scratch on my hand. “Oh… owie…”

We proceeded the downward climb, chewing on muchies on the way.

“Hey! Where’s the path now?!” says Jay. “Don’t tell me we missed it!”

“Hmm… maybe we’re too much to the right. Perhaps we must go left.”

That was when we came to a stop at a cliff, with a river down below.

“Oh, no!” says I. “Is this is a dead end or what?”

“I was following you!” says Jay.

“Well, let’s not lose our wits now; let’s go left.”

But that turned out not as good as we had hoped.

Tree branches scratching our legs and hands, natural obstacles pausing our steps, energy not so often exerted being used at this moment, and slippery ground taking away our footholds, we hacked our way thorough the menacing forest. I must say I was getting a little panicky.

But then we remembered that God is watching us at all times, and that He will help us if we trust in Him.

“Dear Heavenly Father,” we prayed, “please help us find our way out again. We ask for Your help. In Jesus’ Name, Amen!”

A glimpse of light was visible from some trees in the distance.

“Hey, Jay! This way! See the light? That’s the way we should go! That light means that we are heading towards the outside of the forest!”

But when we got to the opening of the trees, we found out that the place was unfamiliar.

“I-I thought that maybe this was going to be one of the places we came across on our way up!” says I, in a gloomy tone.

“But, Josh, is that a road?” says Jay, pointing straight ahead.

I looked in the direction of Jay’s finger, and sure enough, there was a road!

“Yes, yes, that’s the road! It’s not the way we came, but it’s better to go this way than to go back into the woods to search for the right path. We got lost too long already.”

So we set off towards the road, brushing through tall grasses, trodding on the rocky path, and going over a small stream.  In front of us were two wooden poles.

“Well, Jay,” says I, “let’s go.”

We walked between the two wooden poles, and we were on the road again, and we escaped the forest’s cruel claws.

We let out sighs of relief, and prayed to God, saying thank you to Him for helping us from our plight.

I took out Dad’s phone and called Dad and Mom, saying that we got lost, and told them our current location.

Then about ten minutes later, we could see a familiar blue car coming towards our direction.

Pretty soon, Jay and I were sitting on our comfortable seats of our family car, telling Dad and Mom of our adventure on Thunder Mountain.

The End






13 Weeks! / 3 Months!

Three months… three fingers… what a coincidence!

It has been thirteen weeks since I made this blog!

And today exactly marks the third month of my blog! Hurray!

Thanks a lot, folks, for Liking, for the comments, for the many views from many different countries, for the encouraging follows, and for reading!

The new year is approaching soon! Praise God for that! I think I’m going to take a break from my blog after 2018 becomes 2019. I have an important project that I’m working on that is more important than my blog.

Have a blessed day, and God bless you!




The mamushi (Gloydius blomhoffii) is the most dangerous snake in Japan. Approximately 2,000~3,000 people get bitten by these snakes, and approximately 10 people die every year because of the snakes’ venom. (See Wikipedia)

The mamushi is also called the Japanese pit viper.

The color of these snakes are mostly brown, and they have diamond shaped heads. We have these snakes around the neighborhood in warm seasons. We’d better be careful!

The Okinawan habu, from Okinawa, is also very dangerous. This snake and the mamushi are the most venomous snakes in Japan. (Other snakes include the yamakagashi, himehabu, etc.)

Thanks for reading, and “habu” a nice day! 🙂 🐍


Chestnuts Roasting on an “Open Fire!”


“March!” says General Egrald Ranzenbarzom to his thirty-six soldiers as they marched near some woods. “There’d be no time for resting ’til we get to the middle of the woods!”

Twenty minutes later, the tired soldiers are resting in an open area in the center of the woods where there are many fallen logs to sit on.

And upon one of the logs sits a rather skinny man, spacing out as he stares at the rising flames of the campfire.

“Alright, men!” yells the general, “We mustn’t waste our time here just resting! Gather up your guns! Practice your aiming skills by using those yonder trees as targets!”

Many shouts of “Roger!” and “Yes, sir!” ring from the soldiers, except for one.

“Uh, cap’n?” says the skinny man.

“What is it now? Got a headache again? Or is it a boo-boo on your finger this time? And stop calling me ‘captain’!”

“Ma’ legs be a’hurtin’ and ma’ arms are aching from the long march from Belgium to Switzerland. Let me rest for awhile, pretty please?”

“Well, er, alright, but don’t expect me to increase your salary,” says General Ranzenbarzom. “And how many times do I have to tell you that we are in Bohemia now, not Switzerland, huh, descendant of pirates?!”

For the skinny man is the descendant of the 17th century dunderhead of a pirate captain, Rascal Numbskull.

“Tango yankee, kimosabe!” says Sergeant Dulloaf Numbskull. “Then I’d be a’roastin’ these here chestnuts for an itty-bitty snack!”

“Well, fine!” says the general, then facing his men, guns at the ready, he orders, “Get ready for action my men! On the count of three, fire at my command!”

Numbskull stabs some chestnuts on some sharp sticks.

Says the general, “One… two… three…”

Sings the sergeant, “Chestnuts roasting on an…”