After War

After War

- January 29, 2022

It was strongly impressed upon me to come along with my wife and 3 daughters early today in ministry at their usual fishing hole. A mixed crowd of willing listeners pretending not to listen, and visibly irked despisers of truth. Personally I was amused at two Muslims who reacted not so gently at the Spirit's pointed rebuke of religion and their false prophet. The atmosphere was growing thicker by the minute, with the Spirit opening fresh convicting wounds, but I was tremendously assisted with power in wielding the sword of the word. Heartwarming short encounters followed after we parted ways for our after work chores, as me and the little one walked back to where we were parked. I thank the LORD for adding more stories to our growing bank of memories in serving Him in the public square. We bought breakfast for the both of us and found this beautiful spot under the bridge to sit and enjoy a short howbeit sweet fellowship together.

It is awesome to note that this whole space under the bridge up to just beneath its supports disappear underwater whenever a storm hits. I cannot imagine what the families go through then, and even on a daily basis. Spotting a makeshift shanty nested stubbornly in between the bridge's underside clinging on a steep incline, I watched as a family moved about nonchalantly. Unmindful of the precarious position they're in.

It brings that powerful sermon of Jonathan Edwards to mind how rebellious men's feet shall slide in due time for their walking in slippery steep places as the LORD recompenses them for their deeds.

To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
Deuteronomy 32:35

It was a complete breath of fresh air from my monotonous month to have spent time at war with my family again. More so with the calmness that followed in enjoying a meal with my daughter beside this riverside. I closed my eyes in thanksgiving. How many fathers have been greatly blessed as I have been? To have been born in darkness and now sit in the light of Father's beauty?

When I place my life at the backdrop of God's goodness I can clearly see how few and evil my days have been, and how great and vast Father's grace and mercy is.

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Kletos Covenantal Ministries is a small house gathering of Christians inside Brgy. Batia, Bocaue, Bulacan standing solely on the absolute authority, sufficiency, and inerrancy of God's Holy Word by the power of the Holy Spirit for the glory of God, the Father of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We are Presbyterian in church polity. We adhere strongly to the Westminster Confession of Faith (Larger and Smaller), the Athanasian and Nicene Creeds, and the Heidelberg Catechism. Our emphasis is on prayer, experimental/experiential preaching, the active proclamation of God's word in public, catechism, and daily intentional Family Worship in the homes.

Who I Am

I am a husband, and a father.

I am a mere recipient of my Father's mercy by the gracious merit of my Lord and Savior, Jesus, the Christ of God.
An unprofitable servant.

Raised as a Roman Catholic, lived like a demon for 24 years in that religion, became a "Christian" and joined a rich church twice, while living as a hypocrite for 19 more years, 14 of those in adultery. Finally found by Christ out of his own good mercy, convicted of my severe offenses, I realized I was helplessly lost. Regenerated and renewed according to the will of God through Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit. Granted the gift of repentance and faith. Was saved. Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Passed from death unto life. Justified. Dying daily in sanctification. Soon to be glorified.

I pray in God's mercy that I may endure to the end carrying His name, proclaiming His kingdom, and preaching the good news of Christ's salvation, the good work of regeneration by the Holy Spirit, and the victorious power of the Resurrection unto sanctification which is in Christ Jesus, to all who will believe and behave the gospel.

I do not believe Christ saved me to merely hide inside a church building to be a good member, but He enlisted me to be a warring soldier for His kingdom to come; nor do I believe the Holy Spirit indwells in a believer and lets him live as the same old person prior to being saved. If, despite my service, the most Sovereign Lord assigns me to hell at the end, then I have no merit of my own to present to him for myself, other than that which is found in Christ. Though I deserve His justice, I can only plead His mercy. Regardless, God is still truly worthy of all service, worship, and praise.

I am in no way superior, more good, or better than the person I meet on the street. The only difference is I fully realize that I am a guilty criminal before God and that I rightly deserve to die under his justice, yet by His mercy and grace He forgave me - and so I am eternally grateful for this act of kindness that no good act in my entire life can ever truly repay. The common "churchian" knows this, yet has no evidence for it. I am of no such company.

Out of gratitude, I willingly set out to fulfill the Great Commission of proclaiming the good news about the Lord Jesus Christ where all the fishes are - out on the street. Faithfully declaring the clear Gospel of repentance unto salvation, which is able to save to the uttermost, the newness of life in Christ, the persecution that comes with such profession, and the terrifying wrath & judgment of God to come upon the sons of disobedience.

If I lift Him up therefore, He will in turn draw His elect to Himself, thus glorifying the Father, who deserves the reverence He demands from all people and creation. May the Lamb that was slain receive the reward for his suffering.

Grace alone.
Faith Alone.
Christ alone.
Scripture alone.
For the glory of God alone.