The LORD mercifully sent rain to water the fallow ground, in this letter from a beloved brother. Dated, the 18th of September. This year.   Greetings brother. I had an experience yesterday while I was out on the streets which might also serve to strengthen and encourage you and others; since you are regularly on the streets sowing the seed of the Word of God.  As you know, it can be challenging doing street ministry because the results are literally by faith. You are trusting God to bring fruit even when there appears to be no fruit. We are trusting God even when sometimes it appears that no one is listening. Well yesterday (Thursday) I walked to a local fishing area (also known as the market in Paliparan….about a 20 minute walk from our place). I really had to push myself to go. Honestly I didn't feel like going. I was tired physically and maybe even spiritually. But some way or the other, God "picked me up" and I found myself walking down the ro...

I was not feeling spiritual today. I did not feel like going out to herald the good news, much less felt worthy to do so. I felt like staying home, like I was already going out too much every week. But then again, obedience is grounded on love, not feelings. I will never be forever enthusiastic and all out every day all day. But the call, nay, the privilege to carry the gospel to the lost stands. It would not be of any gain for me to rest when I should go, but a loss. Praise God for the younger blood's energy and persistence. I was given the pull I needed to go. I said pull, not push, because as it turned out my beloved brother who I plead with was also not feeling up to it today. We both were without zeal. Yet here we are. Had we obeyed our weak flesh instead, I can never imagine what it would have cost me, and the souls who did hear our plea. I was praying as we rode to our far away spot, and it was not to earn favor, but in spite of myself, that God would simply use what He h...

I drove my brother to the clinic to have his cysts checked and scheduled for removal. Upon stepping out of the clinic, this lady approached us for alms. Praise God. Every opportunity like this is an open door for the gospel, as these particular souls are more than ready to hear what we have to say, and the kindness that follows more than enforces the message we give. Her name is Adelaida, she ran away from foster care to live instead with an old friend, and so she gets by begging people for food. This is her appointment with the gospel. The LORD knows the rest of what happened. I dropped off Jordan back to the church, and headed out for my second errand for the day: to track our missing package. Our tracts were due last October 5th. But it's already the 15th and the package is still held up with the courier, indicated as out for delivery, each day since the 5th. It may seem, given the strange incidents of simultaneous ailments that momentarily robbed us a day preaching the gospel,...

  We never really know where we will go every time we go out to plead in public.God always has the hand in leading us where He wills. We rode out to Bulakan, Bulacan. Almost 13 kilometers from home to a busy market. (I remember shooting a movie here back 2017) The enforcers pointed us to a spot behind a line of tricycles, hiding us from view, which simply will not do. So we crossed to this closed dental office and risked stepping up on our pulpit for the day. I thanked God that I was still able to climb up, as my recuperating knee wasn't behaving well this past weeks, but it had to be done this way. Photo: Jhet Photo: Jhet   God held the people's attention throughout the pleading. The entire line of tricycle drivers stood the entire time towards our direction, till at last this fellow crossed over to thank us for the strange message he heard for the very first time. As offensive as the truth is, he told us he understood every word. We gave him a bible, and warned him not ...

I receive a lot of requests from viewers to add subtitles to our videos. As humbling as it is, I can only do so on very few occasions, and on the shorter ones. Every translation is painstakingly typed by hand. Please bear with me. May the LORD move further than what I can accomplish. It seems to have pleased the LORD to give me a new direction in my pleadings, and at all the times I would have refused to speak in light of my daily failing and shortcomings. God has smiled on me to bring me ever so low, that I may be the proper footstool to lift Him up.

The LORD has, in His wisdom, been humbling me continually these past months. Time demands has stepped up drastically, that I am having difficulty balancing a 14-hour work pace, public ministry two days a week, house repair and construction, and sleep. The only time I shamefully have for quiet time is the hour before I finally crawl into bed by 6AM so I can again wake up by 9AM to tend to the day's necessities. Often I lay on the floor to worship with a broken spirit that I cannot love the Lord my God as I ought to. Until I fall asleep. Tired. So very much. When I was still in the corporate world, at the height of an ongoing project's submission week, (which is the culmination of the past 5 months of working through the day and into the entire night), I get to walk around the neighborhood around 2AM for a break to buy snacks to keep myself awake. My eyes can barely function, my chest painfully heavy, and steps long and lazy. I walk past our company guard sleeping on duty and I ...

 

It was a very long ride under the scorching heat going to Tondo, Manila, where we met up with the small group of mothers who are part of the ministry of two of our very own mothers in Bulacan. Our dear pastor brother Jordan served them with a proper presentation of the gospel, and a study on the attributes of God. Accompanying us today was our brother Jhet, and two of our youth servants. I was working through the night to meet my deadline today in time for submission so I can join the brothers in serving, but I helplessly dozed off around 6AM only to be awakened again by 9AM. God graciously gave me a steady hand all through the long ride. I felt a bit dizzy early on the drive but my head cleared midway. The study began 1PM and ended an hour later, after which we immediately rode back. We arrived home safely by 7PM, just in time for the rains to fall.

John 9:4  I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.   

I was greatly encouraged by my brother's zeal for the LORD that I offered to assist him in his preaching the very next morning after our preaching at Guiguinto the previous night. By the LORD's providence, people stood near and far to listen to the gospel. Government soldiers were there and were visibly drawn to hear as well as enforcers who were presently supervising the people. We were rewarded with a short but sweet fellowship over a quick meal before heading home.  

An angry man claiming to be a pastor did not like the way we were preaching against sin, and berated us to stay with just grace, stating that Christ did not preach that way. I asked him what Christ meant when He told the people to repent. I thought to myself, children should not be permitted to hold pastoral positions. Prayer is the very backbone of anointed preaching. A day at a time but each day for the LORD.

After Pandi, we drove off to another place further up north to Bunsuran, a busy market place that leads to Plaridel. Another hour and a half of presenting the gospel and a personal talk with a vendor and we call it a day for the LORD.  

The LORD led us to an unusual place in our map. One that we would not choose for ourselves. A random stop in our drive to search out a place for the gospel. It always starts out as a place that we expected no crowds but once we start God brings the people to us. The workers minding a construction site permitted us to use the stairs for our platform, and some kind drivers gave us watered bottles. The LORD continues to direct His preaching to specific souls He stirs to listen to the entirety of the message, as far us the wind can carry our voices. This is our first stop this day.

Continuing our ministry to the Muslim community. The youths from our church have started to accompany us. God has opened doors for frequent person to person encounters.  May the Lamb that was slain receive the reward for His suffering.

I love speaking to young people. I have a great desire to shield and protect them from the corruption that seeks to influence them. As I was tasked to deliver a message to the youth gathering the nest day Saturday, I spent the whole night before the LORD on the floor pleading for His grace and anointing  until morning, and even up to the time I stepped unto church in the afternoon, I received no word. But God never fails to deliver for His name's sake, and His servants' rejoicing.   This short excerpt is taken from that privilege speech I was honored to give to the youth in our community after watching Tortured For Christ , the movie. Take thy glory, LORD.