FAIR SUNSHINE

I regularly receive email from Voice of the Martyrs and was truly blessed with this particular one that I thought I might share it here to exhort the brethren into digging deeper into the word. To quote from the VOM site:  "Iran’s Islamic government is among the most oppressive regimes in the world, and Christians there face constant threat of imprisonment. Many Christians gather in secret or receive teaching through Christian media smuggled into the country, while others watch satellite television programs that broadcast the gospel and offer discipleship training in Farsi. B ibles are highly restricted in Iran; it is illegal to import them or to print them inside the country. Since they are so difficult to obtain, Bibles are treasured by Iranian believers." It is difficult to imagine being a believer under this kind of rule, but we are accountable for the freedom we enjoy in having unrestricted access to the word of God, and it would be prudent to assume we will not always h

This is a video from a year ago. Congressional Avenue going to Project 8 was my old high school route. This has always been a very busy intersection ever since and I have wanted to stand here with the gospel for the longest time. We drove all the way from Bulacan that night and crossed the highway walking to this spot. The LORD blessed our plea by stranding the waiting commuters for the whole of the preaching. No public utility vehicles came inside the terminal. And as if that wasn't awesome enough, right after we were done, the cabs came in droves, and cleared the line of people fast. The owners tried time and again to make us leave by sending their security. The sound was resonating all around inside the establishment and they thought it was bothering the folks who having dinner inside. It was not really a problem for us, we wouldn't want to get these gentlemen in a bind with their agency and take the heat for us. Although we stood our ground and finished our delivery. May F

I waited on the LORD last night as to where I should stand today. The 530 alarm went off but I turned it off. Woke up late 7AM, and did not feel like going out to proclaim Christ even in the morning. I left the house without doing my devotions, riding towards Malibong only to turn back at a road block, and headed out to the direction of Wakas, Bocaue. Riding aimlessly, I passed the public market, and was about to go up the interchange, when without thinking I suddenly stopped to the side of the road. I had a strong impression to go back. "That market?" I asked in my mind. No answer. I have learned never to ask twice. If I do,  it's because I don't want to. So I clicked the left signal, "If you say so,"  and made a u-turn, going inside the wet market section.  Had to pick a spot behind the main road so as not to block the public and become an annoyance. The place was packed. There was no security and everything was as if there were no restrictions. We are no

God has graced me with precious brethren in my walk that has been for me, both instrumental  and inspirational. The following text was posted in Facebook by my friend and brother, Pastor Derek. I thought I'd share it here to exhort the saints in laboring further for the kingdom one way or another. Despite the strict lockdown in their part of the metro, he has been faithfully visiting the market daily for over a month now to distribute tracts and preach the gospel. Here is one recorded account. May you be encouraged. Glory to God alone.  BEING A "SPIRITUAL FRONTLINER" IN THE MIDST OF THE COVID CRISIS. Greetings, friends and supporters! As many of you know, from my previous post on April 7, our area here in the Philippines was placed on "Enhanced Community Quarantine" beginning on March 17 until May 15. Under the "enhanced quarantine" great restrictions were placed on everyone. Yet, people were legally allowed to go out to the market and store to buy fo

Brother Jordan and I went out early 6:15AM with mixed feelings of fear and excitement not knowing where we will be ministering today. The checkpoints have loosened restrictions and are allowing access to Sta. Maria again. We passed by the military with no hassle. I realized how that I have taken this place for granted in the past, because I felt like greeting everyone I pass by. We parked by the municipal hall in the center of the town proper. There was a large number of people in line going into the government building and it looked like a good place for a pleading. So, as standard practice I went to the nearest precint to ask for permission. We were turned down by the desk officer due to a standing memorandum, (whatever it was), but he did ask that we include him and his team in our prayers instead.  So going out we spent the next 45 minutes walking under the morning sun trying to see where the Lord would have us stand, and we finally settled at the main street market, right in the m

I will share a message I received from a beloved brother in Texas whose passion for the public proclamation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ is a great encouragement to me. We have been following each other online for the last three years, and I am highly privileged to bring him and his ministry in prayer to the Lord. God has kept him in steadfast zeal even amidst opposition and discouragements from close friends. We have been of late in more frequent correspondence with each other, sharing both our frustrations with people, and encouragements from the Lord. Strangely, the Lord saw it fit, on the one hand, to have us two like-minded brothers meet virtually. And on the other hand, labor at the same time on opposite sides of the earth. Though we labor apart geographically, we in fact labor in the same vineyard of the Lord. We will stand before the same Lord someday, and look forward to embracing each other before the Lord with pure unrestrained joy. He constructed a simple cross (but a

After our last public pleading, I immediately fell sick for two days, recuperated for a short while, and felt sick again. This time longer and worse than the previous ailment. Twelve days of rest within rest, yet getting weaker by the day, losing much water, and hyperacidity that feels like a heavy weight is bearing down on my chest. My family was insisting that I be taken to a doctor. But God in His providence provided a kind-hearted doctor from Baguio city (we do not know her) , who gave us an online free consultation and even wrote me a prescription so we can buy my medication. When I regained my health, my eldest daughter fell sick with a high fever. We have experienced much affliction since we transferred to this place. I nearly cut my leg off, my son got hospitalized for tuberculosis meningitis and epilepsy, we all fell sick at times in between - but as the apostle Paul said, these things do not move me. I can declare in all humility, It is good for me that I have been affl