People tend to think God's judgements come in the form of earthquakes and floods, I see those as God's merciful hand in humbling our pride. The worst judgement is when God allows us to live the way we want to, decide on life with total disregard, make gods of ourselves, grants us every little thing our selfish heart desires, and gives us lying prophets who tell us things we only want to hear.  It is when God withdraws his hand of correction, fills our mouths with the fruit of our own choices, and lets death find us at a time we least expect it.

Somebody once said, about the employees who worked at the mint where they printed our money, that as long as these people see the money as paper and not as money, there won't be any problems. With Christianity and the fulfillment of the Great Commission, you can't do that. At a quick glance this is just another post with pictures of people holding tracts: and that's where the trouble is. We tend to see "just people". We miss the real picture by a mile. These are souls. Souls that have eternal value; and if that word just passed by your eyes without worth, then we really do have a problem.  Eternity.. An eternal soul. See it yet? Do you still see plain people? Or people who were created in the image of God? Do you even think about what their soul is worth, leveled against your convenience? I always say that men won't come to God for fear that their sins would be brought out. I can also say professing Christians are afraid to make it their life...

From my journal entry, July 2, 2017. 9:14 PM.  It fails me too much to read the beginning account of Charles Finney's heresies this afternoon, and come evening, that of Howell Harris, to whom I am more likely to lean towards when it comes to recognizing complete and utter dependency on the Lord pertaining to the preaching of His divine oracles, than Mr. Whitefield who was an ordained minister. But alas, I am still bound by this carnal means of living I call work, and yearn as I may, I can only agree to myself that God will not be obligated to wait for any compliance from me. Though I covet with all my heart, that I may somewhat partake of the work he would commence towards a revival of religion amongst the sleeping churches, in that whatever shape or form, he would be pleased to employ one weak and poor such as I am in his service. I am terrified to confront my own lack, both in capacity and in zeal, but that my sufficiency rests in Christ alone. For what, according to Jonath...

It requires another spirit that can be found in neither  man or this world to fully follow Christ. "Reformation is the work of man; regeneration is the work of God. Reformation is the attempt to eliminate evil from the old nature; regeneration is the impartation of a new nature. Reformation aims to earn salvation by our own efforts; regeneration is due to the gracious operation of the Holy Spirit. Reformation seeks to improve the old creation; regeneration is the bringing into existence of an entirely new creation. Reformation is external; regeneration is internal. Reformation is turning over a new leaf; regeneration is the beginning of a new life. Reformation is a tedious and protracted process; regeneration is instantaneous and complete.      In short, reformation is human; regeneration is divine." ~ The Doctrine of the New Birth. Arthur W. Pink

From my journal entry, December 8, 2017. 6:47 PM. Lifted from my personal study and understanding of applying simple logic to Scripture. "God does not love everybody; if He did, He would love the Devil. Why does not God love the Devil? Because there is nothing in him to love; because there is nothing in him to attract the heart of God. Nor is there anything to attract God’s love in any of the fallen sons of Adam, for all of them are, by nature, "children of wrath" (Eph. 2:3). If then there is nothing in any member of the human race to attract God’s love, and if, notwithstanding, He does love some, then it necessarily follows that the cause of His love must be found in Himself, which is only another way of saying that the exercise of God’s love towards the fallen sons of men is according to His own good pleasure." ~ A.W. Pink Doth the mere sacred covenant of matrimony stand as a guarantor that a man shall truly love his spouse with a whole and undivided h...

From my journal entry, May 25, 2017, 9:05PM, Taal, Batangas  For a while I looked at my director and saw his shoes, his signature pants, his watch, his shades, his new cap. He looked clean. Decent. Expensive.  Then I walked out to the set. Everyone had decent shoes. Mine was 4 years old, so old all the labels have torn off. Everyone was busy with the task at hand. Everyone was friendly with everybody else. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I guess its safe to assume everybody was made up in their minds to see this day through. I just wanted to go back to the car and go home. Ever since the Lord clearly impressed his love for me, everything else of worldly value in my eyes faded away. My love for big bikes. My love for doing what I do best at work. My love for doing leather work. My love for camaraderie and attention. My love for being myself. It has been said that the Lord's salvation comes at a high cost and exchange. But then I start to see that there re...

I spent this month resigned to my personal journal instead of posting my thoughts online, resorting to audio recordings, which my chosen diary app so conveniently provides. The previous three months of sleep deprivation have also taken their toll against my health, as I slip in and out of either flu or coughing spells, that leave me mostly bed-ridden this month. A small window of opportunity to preach Christ on the streets once again presented itself when my dear brother asked me if I were free the next day to go out. I readily agreed, as I am not one to broadcast my issues just to magnify my situation and acquire sympathy. After walking around for almost an hour we settled on the corner of Moriones and Dagupan Extension. This was a very busy intersection, and it obviously was not a place that street preachers frequently ministered to. Brother Roland preached for more than half an hour as I distributed tracts. People stopped to stand behind us and listen, dozens more approa...

I am of all most weak and unlearned, in an academic sense, with regards to ministry. Yet today, I was tasked to deliver the word of the Lord to the humble sheep at Batia, Bulacan. I dreaded speaking out of my own understanding of the text from Judges 17, and so I cried before the Lord and laid down my ignorance and lack. I only had my zeal to lift up my Christ, and I was entreated of the Lord, for his name's sake. What little I brought to fill but a few minutes, He graciously extended for two and a half hours. It is so easy to love these people. What joy in their singing! They sing with their hearts open, with no pretensions. Though they be small and weak, yet are they rich in God, for the Spirit of the Lord is upon them. I was only too humbled to step in the place of my brother Jordan, their beloved pastor, for this one day and encourage them in the ways of seeking the glory of God in their lives, and towards the ministry of the church to the people in Batia, and beyond.

The Lord moved today in sending my brother Roland and I, together with Tina, to a remote place in San Jose del Monte, called Likaw-Likaw, where a small gathering of Catholic devotees were celebrating their 2nd anniversary with a thanksgiving mass, and two of the people overseeing this event inviting us over to speak the word of the Lord to the audience. Whether they had a more personal agenda to all this or not does not matter, we have been presented with a rare opportunity to preach the Gospel to a captive audience who. Confused as we were, this incident, as I deemed was from the Lord, leaned towards to the advantage of the Gospel, for brother Roland was earlier able to minister the word even inside the jeep we rode in towards the location. Groups of young teens, women, and men, eagerly listened to the message of hope and warning, and they easily accepted our tracts. There were about 25 inside who were able to hear, and even the driver slowed down to listen. This may be on...

From my journal entry, early morning, December 5, 2017, 9:15 AM I would that God be pleased to let me see my utter vileness. Minute specks and shadows of pride lurking in the spaces of my heart that I know little of. For there are two avenues in my past life that the devil exploits to sore thrust at me, and bring about, more than discouragement, my fall: pride and lust. I am all too familiar with this deadly two headed snake of my past life. The former I am yet able to recognize and abase, the latter I am able to recognize but have yet to slay. Indeed there is now no condemnation for me in Christ Jesus, but the burns of these stenches on my carnal flesh, which had gained mastery over me for most of my years, war with me most oft. The devil tries much to wear me down with lust before, during and after prayer, and where he fails, he pushes in pride. He alternates between the two, and I have failed in my flesh enough that I am left discouraged and unwanting to continue, for how...

This day, we were to celebrate our company Christmas party after three months of continuous and engaging work. I was minded to shut myself in and spent the afternoon in silence before the Lord instead. Before the close of the day he brought us here to Muzon again, with much forceful conviction, to deliver another message.

I did not wish to attend our company's year end Christmas party, so I shut my phone off and spent the afternoon in prayer instead from 1 till 430 P.M. afterwhich I suddenly felt that I had to go out and minister again at Muzon ( that place where I said I would not go back to ). I did not even bother asking my wife, who was at the market at that time, I had fire in my belly that I knew cannot be put out apart from  heeding its urgency. It was the Lord's plan that my wife caught up with me as I was on my way out. Two is always better than one when it comes to street ministry. I am continuously thankful that she has the heart for it. And so we went, half wondering why the Lord brought me out late on a Monday afternoon to this place that I said to myself I would not go back to. While we were distributing our tracts this man beside where I was told to stand asked for one and read it close to me. A few moments later he started asking me questions about what the tract said. H...

For the last two months I have been both staying in and up working on our December projects, barely clocking in 25 hours of sleep a week. I wasn't able to work in the streets as I would like to during this time, occasionally managing to sneak some time out in the morning to distribute tracts at my nearby haunts. But what I lost in external ministry I gained in much needed time for the inner man, as prayer became my main occupation on a lot of silent and lonely mornings. There is something in these 4 AM meetings that refreshes me as time and time again I am brought into severe and constant self examination. "Search me O, Lord.." was my constant cry. Worship became my yearning. I am oftentimes reduced to being silent before the Lord, unable to speak. In my utter helplessness to impress the Lord with words, He was so much magnified before me.  On our last week before submission I was finally able to go out again to minister to a place that has been on my mind of late. I...

This night, I traveled back through time two thousand years ago. I found myself inside a large enough hall fitting almost three hundred souls, all clamoring to see the unfolding spectacle. I had to violently pull the man beside me just to ask what the commotion was all about. “They have just brought him in for trial this morning!” , he shouted, laughing. “Who?” I asked. He looked annoyed but was too lost in the jubilation, he shouted at me,  “The Nazarene carpenter!” . My heart stopped for a brief moment at the mention of the words, I can only think of one person. I frantically looked around as the crowd suddenly roared in one direction. A man of dignified appearance slowly stepped out into the balcony overlooking the hall, with him a crippling, half bent man, wrapped in a scarlet robe, torn from face to foot, unrecognizable. I pushed my way through the crowd and somehow managed to get to the front line until a soldier blocked me from stepping any closer. I strained my neck and...

Take a good, long, and hard look. Let it sink in. I mean really sink it in. This is where most good intentions, good ambitions, good marriages, good romance, good relationships, good dreams, and good people go; people like your close relatives, your sweet husband, your beautiful wife, your loving father, or your caring mother, your son or your daughter, your brother, your sister, your niece, your nephew, your best friend, your co-worker, your classmate, or your neighbor. Everyone you know living the ordinary life from day to day. Both the religious and the atheist. The priest and the devotee. The pastor and the church attendee. Basically, hell is full of good people. Good people who went through life thinking that as long as they mind their own business in peace, do no harm to anyone, be charitable and help people, that everything will be alright and hopefully they earn a free pass. Good people who believe that by doing good they can hope to go to heaven. Heaven is the pursuit eve...