Grotto

I will update this article once I get over a mind numbing pain I suffered once we got home. As of now the pain is hampering my ability to think straight. Let alone write. It was a really blessed outreach that we pray Father would be pleased to bear fruit. I thank the LORD for delaying the pain while we were laboring this afternoon.  

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The situation was unpredictable, since this is the first time since this plandemic hit that the people will gather again for this once a year parade of dead woods and pretentious piety. We wanted to bring everyone who wanted to join but Grotto was 16.3 kilometers one way from where we came from. People came in droves in the previous years, walking all the way from Cavite for some (almost 50 kilometers on foot), a grueling pilgrimage to this so-called holy site, to earn favors from God.

We were stopped about half a mile from the site by a barricade that enforced a strict curfew. People who were still coming in were turned away. The only parking available was already closed. So we stood by the side of the entrance to wait for our daughter Mou.

Mou came with her dad whom we've met in one of our past public proclamations in Santa Maria. He was very supportive of what his daughter was doing, even as an unregenerate person. We are consistently praying for the LORD to glorify His name in this man's life. His plan was to leave her with us and fetch her again when we were done, but for some reason he came back and decided to stay with us instead as we ministered. He heard every word his own daughter proclaimed. If there was one person here who heard all the truth that could be heard this day, it was him.

Baal deserves a tract too.

There were still a lot of souls coming and going after the sun set, and we were enabled to give away 300 tracts in just the span of our short stay. Many turned us down, but many more took, asked, walked past came back and asked, and inquired. I was given the honor of testifying against this belief system, and proclaiming the only salvation there is in Jesus the Christ. Heads turned. People stood and listened. After I was done, I heard a clap. Behind me were 8 or so enforcers resting on a bench listening. God's invisible audience.

A door of opportunity to talk with Mou's father unhindered and unhurried was opened to me this night. An answer to prayer. He told me of how a program he watched convinced him to stop hearing mass, but I made it clear to him, that coming out of a false system is only half of it, and it means nothing, if he has nowhere to go. Without Christ, he will die. Whether he believes in the false system or he's against it. I revealed to him his vileness, by telling him about mine. I was a great sinner, but Christ is a great Savior. He sees the great change effected by the gospel in the life of his daughter. I affectionately told him  Mou's great desire for her family was to come to know God through Christ. 

After half an hour, we thanked each other, hugged our dear precious Mou, and parted ways. Thanking the LORD all the way home.