FAIR SUNSHINE

I felt the same ominous spirit that I encountered in our Caypombo outreach (May 5, 2018) in this particular place. I have been in places where I immediately perceived an eerie kind of heaviness, and this is one of those places. We were enabled to stand on two ends of a single street, the first had believers thanking us for being here. People readily accepted our tracts, and one security guard even asked a spare for his buddy. But the second location had me feeling, 'No, I don't think this is a good idea, but I have to.' Location two was at the intersection of two very busy streets. We stood with our backs to the post for safety. (Never stand where you can be attacked from the back. Always stand against something.) I learned this earlier on in our ministry when two Muslim youths wanted to pull my pants down while I was standing. They backed off when they realized my son was standing a few meters away watching them.   Almost at the start a lady who was clearly out of

This is not my article. I did not write it. I copied it here as part of my  attempt to compile articles about rarely heard Men of God. The publishers can be found at http://www.epbooks.org/ October 5, 2012 Paul Schneider – German opponent of Hitler From WAR AND GRACE – Short biographies from the World Wars, by Don Stephens, published by Evangelical Press, Faverdale North, Darlington, DL3 0PH, England. Throughout 1915 the First World War raged in both western and eastern Europe. In the German onslaught in the east against Russia, Paul Robert Schneider, an eighteen-year-old German soldier, received a serious wound in the stomach. For his bravery he was awarded the Iron Cross.  After surgery and recovery from it, Paul Schneider fought in the artillery against Britain and France. His courage did not go unrecognized. By the end of the war he had risen to the rank of lieutenant. At about the same time another German soldier ended the war as a corporal. His name was Adolf Hitler.  Adolf H

Finally, I was enabled to finish up to the fourth book this week. The long time it took gave me an opportunity to listen at length to sound doctrinal messages, and made the arduous task seemingly short, and tranquilly enjoyable. The family was extremely supportive as I made progress. Nothing much can be said about the process that would interest the visitor other than it has taught me patience and persistence. Each visible signature contains sixteen pages, four papers folded into eight leaves, and sewn by hand. The needle is threaded into six holes on each signature made with the use of a metal saw, and punctured again piece by piece with an awl to better receive the waxed thread. Starting from the bottom signature all the way to the title page. The sewing stage for one book this thick will take two and a half hours. The next step would be to very lightly hammer the spine on its edges to create the curve, after which the thick cardboard end page is glued on each side, before creatin

A short part of a longer exhortation for the saints to believe in the God who delights in answering stubborn, persevering and desperate prayer.   

I did not expect to go out today, but the dear brother encouraged me. My daughter had to rest so I was able to take Chere along and meet up with Jhet on the road. I have never been to Obando, an area within the city of Bulacan district. A long ride from our place right on the border of Metro Manila. Come to think of it, I have never been to most of the places I have been sent to plead in. Walking towards the inner parts of this market handing out tracts made me think of my previous mindset, and my newfound purpose. Coming home safe from the long ride with a sore back, I wanted to rest for a while. Realizing with regret and gratitude, that had I remained home this day, that young lady my brother Jhet talked to wouldn't have heard the gospel. The people at that market wouldn't have either. An old lady expressed her dismay at setting aside the things of God for so long that it was time for her to turn back to Him, and thanked me for the tract. I never would have imagined walking

From the fish port, and after nearly an hour of riding we arrived at Hagonoy's Public Market. We proceeded straight to work. If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin. But now they no longer have any excuse for their sin. John 15:22 This place is a mix of humble souls and proud devils. People who have known nothing but hardship hardly have any interest in hearing the word. Just when we arrived a funeral slowly crept past us with the pall bearers carrying the dead's casket, and people whom I assumed were relatives and friends walking behind it. I cannot help looking at the tarpaulin where an old woman's picture was displayed, thinking if she was a believer in the LORD, or do these poor souls following her wake have their eyes open to see the reality of death right in front of them. We walked towards the back end of the market just before the bridge. I always look for whatever elevation I can find, and the railing offered just the perfect stage. Ri

I will keep from mentioning the name of this isolated island for now, so its name will not appear on search engines. I do not wish to implicate the kind councilor and health worker for allowing us to preach here in the absence of their mayor. This island is a part of Malolos, and can only be reached by taking a 9 kilometer boat ride from Panasahan Fish port. Two weeks ago my Father sent us funds through brethren in California for use in the ministry. We have kept it until this idea was opened to me one night and it has not left my mind since. The impression to go was so strong that I had to ask the church to include it in the Thursday prayer meetings. One week after, we were on our way there. My daughter and I had previously proclaimed at this fish port, without knowing our next mission farther would take off from the same place. I could not bring our passionate youth along in this particular trip without testing the waters first, so to speak. I could not sleep the previous night

I have taken it upon myself to continue building my personal library during this time.These are massive titles from Thomas Watson and Stephen Charnock, one of which necessitated that I divide the fourteen discourses of The Existence and Attributes of God into 3 volumes, else I would have terrible difficulty in binding it due to its thickness. Book One is 450+ pages long. Book Two is 650+ pages long. Book Three, which I will still be printing soon after our pleading tomorrow (Lord willing) , is larger than Book Two. Charnock's discourses are almost 1600 pages long, and as I perused its pages I am astounded at the wisdom God has given to men for them to write these.    I also have William Gurnall's The Christian in Complete Armour , which is another huge read. The letters of that particular book are already small, but the book itself is still around 4 inches thick.   Thomas Watson's Body of Practical Divinity is a tremendous read. I took some pages with me last night