FAIR SUNSHINE

Muzon, that thriving and populous marketplace within the very heart of Bulacan, Philippines. Consider the souls who throng this place: the populace, as in most of this fallen world, is made up largely of devoted Roman Catholics, followers of Islam, and a sorrowful mixture of everything in between! But behold the state of the public square! The only voices that dare to speak up in the throng are those of the pernicious cults and the numerous misled Christian groups, who shame the good name of the Lord by mixing their corrupt preaching with the people while handing out envelopes asking for money. Where are the true Christians? Where are those who hold the pure, uncompromised message of the Cross? They are nowhere to be found! They are tragically hiding their light under a bushel, choosing to live a soft life of peaceful silence and spiritual cowardice while the immortal souls around them die every day and slip unheeded into a Christ-less eternity! The sin of the false teacher is grea...

Beginnings : The Call To Preach That morning, my mind wouldn't rest. I felt a strong, persistent urge to share my testimony publicly, right here in this park. I spent hours arguing with myself, trying to figure out if this was a genuine call to action or just my own imagination. Eventually, I had to be honest with myself: my 'questioning' was just an excuse. I wasn't actually confused; I was just afraid to do what I knew I was supposed to do. I finally gave in and told my family what I had to do. We got ready quickly and headed out, even though the park was over thirty-five miles away. The drive was a total grind—the traffic was horrendous and felt like a constant obstacle. But we made it safely just after 6:00 PM as the sun was starting to set. Honestly, the struggle to get there only made me more certain that being there mattered. The most important goals always seem to face the most resistance. I knew I had to make my stand at Rizal Park, right in the heart ...

My friends, it has been a long time since I last wrote to you. My final post was in 2011 on the blog "Onewayride." As some of you remember, that site documented my time spent on motorcycles—a period marked more by youthful energy than by a sober life. Since that time, my life has changed profoundly. The year 2014 stands as a clear marker in my life, as the hand of God directed the course of my soul. I will now share the reflections and experiences from my personal diary with a candid heart. If the name of this new journal puzzles you, let me provide some context. It comes from a book that has deeply impacted my soul: a powerful volume by Jock Purves, a close companion of Leonard Ravenhill. His work describes the trials and the steadfast faith of the Scottish Covenanters. I highly recommend it; it is a book that pierces the heart and strengthens one's resolve. For the colleagues I work with and the acquaintances who know my position but not my heart, I offer this brief and...