FAIR SUNSHINE

I spent this month resigned to my personal journal instead of posting my thoughts online, resorting to audio recordings, which my chosen diary app so conveniently provides. The previous three months of sleep deprivation have also taken their toll against my health, as I slip in and out of either flu or coughing spells, that leave me mostly bed-ridden this month. A small window of opportunity to preach Christ on the streets once again presented itself when my dear brother asked me if I were free the next day to go out. I readily agreed, as I am not one to broadcast my issues just to magnify my situation and acquire sympathy. After walking around for almost an hour we settled on the corner of Moriones and Dagupan Extension. This was a very busy intersection, and it obviously was not a place that street preachers frequently ministered to. Brother Roland preached for more than half an hour as I distributed tracts. People stopped to stand behind us and listen, dozens more approa

I am of all most weak and unlearned, in an academic sense, with regards to ministry. Yet today, I was tasked to deliver the word of the Lord to the humble sheep at Batia, Bulacan. I dreaded speaking out of my own understanding of the text from Judges 17, and so I cried before the Lord and laid down my ignorance and lack. I only had my zeal to lift up my Christ, and I was entreated of the Lord, for his name's sake. What little I brought to fill but a few minutes, He graciously extended for two and a half hours. It is so easy to love these people. What joy in their singing! They sing with their hearts open, with no pretensions. Though they be small and weak, yet are they rich in God, for the Spirit of the Lord is upon them. I was only too humbled to step in the place of my brother Jordan, their beloved pastor, for this one day and encourage them in the ways of seeking the glory of God in their lives, and towards the ministry of the church to the people in Batia, and beyond.

The Lord moved today in sending my brother Roland and I, together with Tina, to a remote place in San Jose del Monte, called Likaw-Likaw, where a small gathering of Catholic devotees were celebrating their 2nd anniversary with a thanksgiving mass, and two of the people overseeing this event inviting us over to speak the word of the Lord to the audience. Whether they had a more personal agenda to all this or not does not matter, we have been presented with a rare opportunity to preach the Gospel to a captive audience who. Confused as we were, this incident, as I deemed was from the Lord, leaned towards to the advantage of the Gospel, for brother Roland was earlier able to minister the word even inside the jeep we rode in towards the location. Groups of young teens, women, and men, eagerly listened to the message of hope and warning, and they easily accepted our tracts. There were about 25 inside who were able to hear, and even the driver slowed down to listen. This may be on

From my journal entry, early morning, December 5, 2017, 9:15 AM I would that God be pleased to let me see my utter vileness. Minute specks and shadows of pride lurking in the spaces of my heart that I know little of. For there are two avenues in my past life that the devil exploits to sore thrust at me, and bring about, more than discouragement, my fall: pride and lust. I am all too familiar with this deadly two headed snake of my past life. The former I am yet able to recognize and abase, the latter I am able to recognize but have yet to slay. Indeed there is now no condemnation for me in Christ Jesus, but the burns of these stenches on my carnal flesh, which had gained mastery over me for most of my years, war with me most oft. The devil tries much to wear me down with lust before, during and after prayer, and where he fails, he pushes in pride. He alternates between the two, and I have failed in my flesh enough that I am left discouraged and unwanting to continue, for how

This day, we were to celebrate our company Christmas party after three months of continuous and engaging work. I was minded to shut myself in and spent the afternoon in silence before the Lord instead. Before the close of the day he brought us here to Muzon again, with much forceful conviction, to deliver another message.

I did not wish to attend our company's year end Christmas party, so I shut my phone off and spent the afternoon in prayer instead from 1 till 430 P.M. afterwhich I suddenly felt that I had to go out and minister again at Muzon ( that place where I said I would not go back to ). I did not even bother asking my wife, who was at the market at that time, I had fire in my belly that I knew cannot be put out apart from  heeding its urgency. It was the Lord's plan that my wife caught up with me as I was on my way out. Two is always better than one when it comes to street ministry. I am continuously thankful that she has the heart for it. And so we went, half wondering why the Lord brought me out late on a Monday afternoon to this place that I said to myself I would not go back to. While we were distributing our tracts this man beside where I was told to stand asked for one and read it close to me. A few moments later he started asking me questions about what the tract said. H