Year End. 2020

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 would have been a larger crowd had we been here that morning. My brother Jordan lifted the gospel here. Jhet stayed close for security. E**** lifted the cross. I guarded them from behind.

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We finished by the time the sun set. And not one soul visibly heard us. In this labor it is hard to miss realizing how dead people really are. They are oblivious and apathetic to the gospel. These here surely have eyes and ears, yet not one response. Such are dead lifeless bones.

When we preach we are hopeless. We know we can do nothing. And for the most part we would have stood for days on end and not one soul would have responded. Filipinos are too proud to mind eternal things, and would rather die than embarrass themselves in public. This is not to say we have not had God's favor in any of our labors, but the LORD's use of the word 'few' ring true. Only till God Himself regenerates men do they finally understand their grievous plight before God. We are mere watchmen, lending the LORD our throats for His voice to be heard. In all this we do nothing to our credit. We accomplish nothing for ourselves but a daily purging of the flesh. The privilege of duty was merely graciously dispensed to us-ward.

 

 

First, third and last photo courtesy of Jhet.