FAIR SUNSHINE

We had fellowship with the saints this morning and brother Jordan had to attend to another church. I was privileged once again to exhort the brethren to press forward to the prize set before them in the Lord Jesus Christ, for the honor of being chosen bearers of this wonderful news of Forgiveness and Redemption through God's only begotten son. My wife also testified of the Lord's goodness this week, that at the fulness of God's time, she was finally released from the bondage of bitterness, and was reconciled with the woman whom I ran away with twenty years ago. She is now also, through God's grace and mercy, a true sister and follower of the Lord. I bless the Lord. I also was finally enabled to stand in the midst of this small market (a mile away from the church) to declare the terrible judgements of God, to witness against it, and extend the Lord's salvation to the people. I pray that the church would move to minister to where they have been plant

Was led to minister today, though it was late in the afternoon and I meant to catch the early bus home. It was instantly clear to me where I should go, and I was graciously spared from the usual fear that accompanied such bidding. I stood at my spot and waited for the fish to come in, but this time nobody was interested, which was both sad and heartbreaking to see. It seems the further one is up the social ladder the less mind they give to the things of God. Most of the people who received the Gospel gladly are the lesser and lowly ones. It is well obvious that God is pleased to save the humble with the good news of the Lord Jesus Christ. It was then that from the corner of my eye I caught sight of these two pedicab drivers from a good distance away watching me strangely hold out a piece of paper and plead with the passing crowd who was oblivious to me. I felt that I should go and converse with them so without any hesitation I obeyed, and walked to these two souls who were waiting

Fear and apprehensions once again. As always I relied solely on the Lord's grace to be able to stand this morning at the intersection of EDSA and Taft Avenue. Spent an hour pleading with the people for their souls and trusting on the Lord for that one soul He should get for himself. Before coming here I myself pleaded with the Lord for one soul. I did not have to know, but that he would be pleased to save one soul for himself this morning. The first spot I took was at the corner of Evangelista Street but I took another ride and instead landed here; this place did not enter my mind this morning. Since there was a rate of probably more than a thousand people every thirty minutes walking past me, but I knew I was already late for the morning rush and these are merely trickles compared to the crowd that converges here to take the train to the city. How much more could have heard and gotten the Gospel had I been here earlier.  The people were hurrying past me to get to t

I cannot look at another person without thinking to myself, "Oh Lord, I was once like this person, missing out on the greatest honor and privilege of knowing you." And another part of me that gnaws painfully at my soul, "Heaven or Hell..?" I simply cannot go out and see people and not imagine the horrors they will face should they die without a saving relationship with the Lord Jesus. Eternity is too terrible a word when hell is considered as an end. I cannot find it in myself to muster the courage to do what I am supposed to do, render utmost gratitude for the unmerited salvation mercifully granted to me. If winning the lottery boggles the mind, being elect is incomprehensible. What joys are promised. What horrors will I miss. All because of the Father's mercy. When I try to understand how my name is known even before the world was created, it so staggers me that my mind simply shuts down. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot att

This would be my first time to post a video of someone else outside the ministry, but I am just humbled at the Lord's grace with this man. This brother in India puts me to utter shame. May the Lord bless him with his peace and loving-kindness. Deny yourselves. Pick up your cross. Follow the Lord. He alone is worthy.

Having worshiped this morning with the blessed brethren in Batia, my wife and I decided to close the beautiful afternoon ministering at this place I have come to call our fishing hole. Every chance to minister on the street yields many wonderful and memorable people encounters both pleasant and unpleasant. I pray I never get used to this. It is, for both my wife and I, a terrifying and joyous thing as we sat in the bus on the way here. I had in my bag new testament bibles to be given away and about two hundred tracts, most of which were distributed single-handedly by my wife. It seems people are more apt to receive handouts from a woman compared to a man. I only got to give away about twenty before I brought the mic out to preach. We pleaded with the crowd for a good hour, as a small crowd gathered behind us to stay and listen. Among those I remembered were, a nun who passed by that I gently told to repent and trust only on the finished work of the Lord instead of her religion