FAIR SUNSHINE

We were on our way to our target fishing hole in Angat, Bulacan when we slowed down to a halt in traffic due to this extremely crowded intersection 25 minutes into the ride. I have never been here nor have I heard of such a place. But the coming festivities tomorrow would probably explain how this much people caused a standstill. Upon arriving at our original destination, we found that the market was just about to close. And so we opted to turn back to this place. Only one soul passing by acknowledged the raised cross this afternoon, and she was doubly glad to see us here. After acquiring permission from the enforcers we proceeded to present the gospel. This is a hardened place. I haven't fully realized it before but man's deadness to the gospel was never more evident to me till these past outreaches. People truly are dead. They have the same responsiveness as that of a horseshoe. They are not merely ignoring us, they are totally oblivious to what was being said. They cannot he

The sad reality of modern day Christianity is that it has been reduced to a mere concept of being good. Doctrine and correct theology is indeed essential to differentiate what is true from what is false. But theology and doctrine was never ordained to bring down God's power upon the church. The first commandment is not 'Thou shalt love doctrine and theology' , but this seems to have become the mantra for modern day Christianity.  Ask any group of young church goers to play games or music and they will happily indulge you. But rarely, if not never, will you find young people asking, nay, begging to pray instead. There is no brooding of the things of the Holy Ghost, no brokenness, no discontentment for not being able to take a hold on God. Am I being too harsh? Have you never heard of the little 7 and 8 year old children of Herrnhut, Germany who travailed and agonized in prayer? Your objection reveals your ignorance. An old puritan preacher was correct when he said, "man

A short preaching of brethren from Dasmariñas, Cavite. May the LORD raise up more unrelenting and fiery preachers in these last days.   

A consistently overflowing crowd greeted us yesterday after crossing over to Meycauayan, Bulacan, straight to its central market where the holiday traffic gave us slow moving souls hurrying to be home by nightfall. We stood at the merging of two great intersections and on a platform perfectly seen by everyone coming from all directions. We asked permission from two Muslim women who were selling their wares on the side. We stood in between them. One was obviously resistant, The other, accommodating. Visible reactions from the crowd. The enforcers stopped to listen and for a moment I thought they were going to come to us to tell us to step down. Occupants from the establishments came out to sit by their door. Motorists parked on the side and sat. People crossed the street to ask for tracts, Judgement was proclaimed to the religious. The gospel was on display. We walked towards the second smaller intersection where the crowd was double the previous location. I believe this w

I was finally able to minister to this place that I have had in my heart for a long time now. Deep inside a very busy market in Santa Maria, Bulacan. A mixed multitude. A great number of souls. Father has smiled on me again. Today, I am alone. And as usual, afraid. But my Father is with me.   Too many things happened all at once this week. I realized I have become busier now than when I was in the corporate world. I amuse myself thinking how my former business partners would never be found going to the places I now frequent, let alone the often muddy trail I tread just to go on errands. Life back then consisted of air-conditioned meetings, P6,000 lunch and dinner meals with foreign nationals, weekend family outs to the malls and movie houses - and then I look at my shoe now half buried in the mud and my legs soiled, walking past children on the street using cuss words that would embarrass my old workmates. I see many things that clearly outline the life I had then to the life I have no

The street was small and very unassuming. The stalls were about to close and there wasn't much people going about. But we are reminded that even one person is still a precious soul.The LORD gave gracious insight that the true gospel has yet to be raised in this place. We thought of transferring to another location, but decided to labor here instead and started to distribute our tracts, which everyone pleasantly accepted. Our pleading bore fruit as the vendors were held captive at their posts while we openly proclaimed the penalties and consequences of sin and the saving power of the cross. Everyone was staring blankly into space as the words seemingly bore into their conscience and not a few verbally acknowledged the truth of their own ways. After that they served us with cold bottled water. The LORD is witness to their kindness. May they not lose their reward for refreshing us. The LORD still brought souls to us even on our way out, one of which was selling us food. These are

Excerpts from an exhortation to the blessed saints of Batia, Bulacan on Matthew 22:1-14