Inter Mundus

Disney’s John Carter Film

“Inter Mundus”

John Carter was from Virginia, USA, Earth, and was accidentally transported to Mars through a medallion he found in a cave. In Mars, he learned to jump high and sort of fly. He also met the princess, had found his cause in life and was able to use his strengths to lead an army and win the battle to take back Helium, thus, Mars. He was then transported back to Earth and he was never the same. He had a new character and passion. He then searched the whole Earth to find the medallion that can bring him back to Mars.

Exactly eleven years ago (not in a cave, but under a mango tree), I was “accidentally transported” to a different “world”. Of course it was not an accident. And of course I didn’t have that powerful medallion. What I had was good news. Good news pertaining to the truth that I thought I’d always known. In that world, I didn’t meet the princess, but the King. Just like John Carter, I have found myself and my cause in life in that unknown world. 

Here’s what happened to me, though it sounds weird kind of like Carter’s, I actually experienced it. I’m from Earth and I loved my planet. I had my own rules, my own way of thinking and justification to any action that I made. It was easy to blame others for I was The Important One in my planet. I didn’t know that there’s a better world out there for I was busy building my own kingdom. I had my plans, my dreams, and my so-called achievements in life. I thought I was beautiful, talented, and everyone owed me their attention and respect.

Until I met this group of people who looked like they’re from earth, but acted like they’re from a different place. They were so kind. They were so polite. They loved each other as brothers and sisters without malice. They were always smiling and excited about life. They were always happy, yet they never uttered any green joke or any bad word. They were so different and they didn’t know that I’ve been observing them ever since I’ve met them. One time, the cab came and one guy just said (under his breath) “Praise God.” Wow, there was something in them that I could not explain, but whatever it was, I remember telling myself “I would like to have what they have.”

Then they invited me to meet their King. They said He can change me. He can save me from myself. He can take me to another world. He will take me as I am. I thought it was a cult. It was too good to be true and it was not my personal belief, nor my family’s. But I couldn’t resist the fact that I really want to become like them. They said it is far from religion. No dos or don’ts to follow. No leader who will call the shots and mediate between me and the King. They said their King is a gentleman. He will change me if I only allow him to.    

Then there. I accepted the invitation. I repeated some words from a friend and she said it’s called “prayer” – our communication to the King. Boom! I met Him. I didn’t see Him, but I felt a release. Letters aren’t enough to form words to the meaning I suddenly found. I felt peace. I felt free. I felt loved. I felt weird. It was weird. It was different. I liked it. And I felt I was transported to another world – to a place I would want to be – forever.

After that encounter with the King, I was different. I saw my world in a different way. I was smiling and I was just happy about life. I couldn’t care less to whatever will happen to me for my world now is Him. Weird, but, yeah, He is my world now. Just weird. But true. And I liked it. Nothing else and no one else comes close.

My mom and my siblings thought I was acting weird. I cleaned the house. I was reading the Bible. I was saying my I love you’s and I was not on the phone for hours. I did some more household chores. I started wearing skirts and dresses. I became decent not just with my clothes but with my language. I was smiling. Instead of going out with friends, I would ask permission from my mom to go to Bible studies and prayer meetings. It was weird. I was weird. I am weird. But I’m different now. It was hard to explain, but my family liked the new me – not the better me, but a new me. I liked it too. Now we have better relationship with each other. I can really say that I love them because I’m complete now. I felt loved so it’s just easy to give love.

            “But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.” –Philippians 3:20-21, The Holy Bible

            I just realized that though I was physically born here on earth, I am actually not from earth. No wonder I long for eternity. No wonder I’m okay not to have stuff from here. I am not from here. And I don’t like to be here, lest be away from my King. But He is good. It’s weird how me being here on earth can actually “be with Him” at the same time. That though my eyes cannot see Him, I see Him. That though my ears cannot hear His voice, I hear Him. It’s weird, but I can’t deny that it’s true. You’ve got to experience it to believe me. It’s weird. Really weird. And He loves me. And I love Him.

            John Carter wanted to go back to Mars for the princess. As for me, I’m okay to stay here on earth for now, because even here, I can be with my King. But of course, someday, we will really be together. I will really see Him. I will be able to really sing or worship Him. I am Rox and my King is Jesus. He can change you. He can save you. And He loves you. After all, He made you. And He has created you for a purpose.