FAIR SUNSHINE

I passed the time waiting for my eldest to finish her errands at one of our first places preaching the gospel: Tunku. It was a good 45 minutes of waiting for fishes to take a bite and one of the pleasant surprises was this lady who saw the front of our tracts from a good distance away, and she still reached out to take one. Watching her as she walked away while reading it, I thanked Father. Our tracts end up crumpled on the street on most Muslim areas we minister in. I wanted to drive home early in time for our scheduled Thursday public proclamations. I did not get to take a decent breakfast this morning when we left early, and it looks like I will be driving home just to change clothes and leave at once. My body is at a low these past months due to excessive all-nighters that leaves me drained and dizzy. Three hours worth of sleep for two months brought back my chest pains and my body feels like it has a fever. But another long drive for the sake of the gospel, and for gratitude's

I will admit never to have had a love for preaching, but I love sharing the gospel with my whole soul.  

A video version of one of our podcasts. The New Life in the Old Cross. Tagalog.  May the LORD take His glory.

Despite specifically inviting only a handful of children, a large number of toddlers also came. Such chaos. But the youth teachers showed commendable zeal and determination. May the LORD teach us as a church how to handle this in a way that it bears fruit unto His glory.  

Our ride today takes us out to Malanday, Valenzuela, 17 kilometers one way. Brother Jordan is still recuperating from his operation and so it was just Jhet, my daughter and I, and a storm that is scheduled to come in tonight.The people here are strangers to the gospel, but they received it gladly, listening throughout the whole pleading. We were enabled to converse with a few souls one on one, but people came out to hear us. I have this map of Bulacan, and some markers are where we have repeatedly courted the people. Much area is left unreached. Much work to be done. Whatever small faith we have, the LORD will multiply. I am thankful that my God operates through weak and desperate people. I am going through an all time low these past weeks. God has opened unto me a great opportunity to lie helplessly before Him once again and seek Him. The word has come alive in my devotions, and He whispers sweet revelations with each seemingly unassuming verse, if there is such a verse. On our way ho

 

The LORD mercifully sent rain to water the fallow ground, in this letter from a beloved brother. Dated, the 18th of September. This year.   Greetings brother. I had an experience yesterday while I was out on the streets which might also serve to strengthen and encourage you and others; since you are regularly on the streets sowing the seed of the Word of God.  As you know, it can be challenging doing street ministry because the results are literally by faith. You are trusting God to bring fruit even when there appears to be no fruit. We are trusting God even when sometimes it appears that no one is listening. Well yesterday (Thursday) I walked to a local fishing area (also known as the market in Paliparan….about a 20 minute walk from our place). I really had to push myself to go. Honestly I didn't feel like going. I was tired physically and maybe even spiritually. But some way or the other, God "picked me up" and I found myself walking down the ro

I was not feeling spiritual today. I did not feel like going out to herald the good news, much less felt worthy to do so. I felt like staying home, like I was already going out too much every week. But then again, obedience is grounded on love, not feelings. I will never be forever enthusiastic and all out every day all day. But the call, nay, the privilege to carry the gospel to the lost stands. It would not be of any gain for me to rest when I should go, but a loss. Praise God for the younger blood's energy and persistence. I was given the pull I needed to go. I said pull, not push, because as it turned out my beloved brother who I plead with was also not feeling up to it today. We both were without zeal. Yet here we are. Had we obeyed our weak flesh instead, I can never imagine what it would have cost me, and the souls who did hear our plea. I was praying as we rode to our far away spot, and it was not to earn favor, but in spite of myself, that God would simply use what He h

I drove my brother to the clinic to have his cysts checked and scheduled for removal. Upon stepping out of the clinic, this lady approached us for alms. Praise God. Every opportunity like this is an open door for the gospel, as these particular souls are more than ready to hear what we have to say, and the kindness that follows more than enforces the message we give. Her name is Adelaida, she ran away from foster care to live instead with an old friend, and so she gets by begging people for food. This is her appointment with the gospel. The LORD knows the rest of what happened. I dropped off Jordan back to the church, and headed out for my second errand for the day: to track our missing package. Our tracts were due last October 5th. But it's already the 15th and the package is still held up with the courier, indicated as out for delivery, each day since the 5th. It may seem, given the strange incidents of simultaneous ailments that momentarily robbed us a day preaching the gospel,

  We never really know where we will go every time we go out to plead in public.God always has the hand in leading us where He wills. We rode out to Bulakan, Bulacan. Almost 13 kilometers from home to a busy market. (I remember shooting a movie here back 2017) The enforcers pointed us to a spot behind a line of tricycles, hiding us from view, which simply will not do. So we crossed to this closed dental office and risked stepping up on our pulpit for the day. I thanked God that I was still able to climb up, as my recuperating knee wasn't behaving well this past weeks, but it had to be done this way. Photo: Jhet Photo: Jhet   God held the people's attention throughout the pleading. The entire line of tricycle drivers stood the entire time towards our direction, till at last this fellow crossed over to thank us for the strange message he heard for the very first time. As offensive as the truth is, he told us he understood every word. We gave him a bible, and warned him not t

I receive a lot of requests from viewers to add subtitles to our videos. As humbling as it is, I can only do so on very few occasions, and on the shorter ones. Every translation is painstakingly typed by hand. Please bear with me. May the LORD move further than what I can accomplish. It seems to have pleased the LORD to give me a new direction in my pleadings, and at all the times I would have refused to speak in light of my daily failing and shortcomings. God has smiled on me to bring me ever so low, that I may be the proper footstool to lift Him up.

The LORD has, in His wisdom, been humbling me continually these past months. Time demands has stepped up drastically, that I am having difficulty balancing a 14-hour work pace, public ministry two days a week, house repair and construction, and sleep. The only time I shamefully have for quiet time is the hour before I finally crawl into bed by 6AM so I can again wake up by 9AM to tend to the day's necessities. Often I lay on the floor to worship with a broken spirit that I cannot love the Lord my God as I ought to. Until I fall asleep. Tired. So very much. When I was still in the corporate world, at the height of an ongoing project's submission week, (which is the culmination of the past 5 months of working through the day and into the entire night), I get to walk around the neighborhood around 2AM for a break to buy snacks to keep myself awake. My eyes can barely function, my chest painfully heavy, and steps long and lazy. I walk past our company guard sleeping on duty and I