Here is the aggregate video of last Saturday's time spent in this part of Bulacan.  May the LORD be glorified and you be blessed.

How else can one enjoy both the beauty of God's and creation and the sharing of his word at the same time? Once again, it proved to be true that the kingdom of God is for the simple-hearted. Through four towns, a cavern and into the quarry behind the mountain region of Malangan. I was so joyful inside that I was even thankful for the sun that burned us as we walked the trail. It was a trek we thoroughly enjoyed every minute of. Get thy glory, Lord.

I was not even thinking when we passed this marketplace in Caypombo as I suddenly turned inside a vacant lot to park, and prayed. I had driven past a spot, an hour ago, which I thought would be a good place to proclaim the Gospel, but now we found ourselves here in a different place. Far inside the heart of Bulacan. There was a sense of spiritual oppression that filled this place. I do not know what its history is, but public proclamation was frowned upon. The owner of the establishment I was standing on seemed annoyed, but however we viewed the opportunity, it looks as though we are here to witness against the place. We were enabled to freely distribute just 29 bibles and close to just a hundred tracts, but it was not without difficulty and verbal resistance. This was the first time we have people refusing free bibles even if we were emphasizing that all they had to do was take it. But then the Lord did smile upon a few souls who welcomed both the proclamation of the wor...

For a long time now, I had it in mind to pursue the spread of the Gospel in my own backyard, but I have yet to start, nor do I have any idea where to start. I have stayed away from the practice of going out for the sake of necessity, and leaned more towards the inspiration and bidding of the Holy Ghost. Those who are steeped in mundane religion, are pooled mostly in urban areas, whereas the simple-hearted are neglected to tend to themselves, mostly in a poor and degrading environment. My daughter was first to inform me of this particular area in San Rafael she had traveled to just last year, but it was only till last Friday that it really sank into me that there were actual fishes far out into the sea. If it indeed be a good thing, to extend the Gospel only to those within my immediate reach, that is to say, those areas that are within my daily route; am I neglecting a need that is just as critical as those I had attended to? I asked my wife to accompany me in scouting ...

As in most times I am told to go, this particular bidding was hard on my flesh for reasons I myself cannot recall then, so I will endeavor to explain the remainder of this past Saturday here.  I stood for a good while on the stairs after alighting off the train station on my way home, looking at these people who were standing in line waiting for the provincial bus to come in. This is the same line that I take to board my bus. There was nothing out of the ordinary for the line to form this long, except that, at that moment, I knew what the Lord was moving me to do, and so I began to tremble inside. I have handed out tracts around this area often on my way home. I have pleaded with the people at other points of interest around this area as well, but I have always yearned to reach out to the people of this particular spot. I have also stood in line with the same people many, many times, hiding in shameful silence, my insides burning with the Gospel, without even trying to ...

Since last week, I have been urged to go out again and deliver a particular reading of Matthew 5 to 7, though I was at a loss as to where, up to the last minute, being minded to simply board a jeep and go down where I'm told to. I was trembling with the usual fear that accompanied such a bidding. My stomach was turning inside and my palms were shaking and sweating. I kept breathing out to ease my thumping chest. Everything in me told me, 'No. You'll just choke there with nothing to say.' I simply knew that despite that being true, I only need to trust and obey. It was past 10PM as I went down at a place 2 rides from work in Manila. I asked permission from the local enforcers (baranggay) and the nearby police station, found a worthy slab I can stand on beside a jeepney terminal, and read. There was nothing unusual about what happened for the next hour. The police and enforcers were surely ministered to as they stood and sat towards my direction, but besides that...

In anticipation of our funds being cut off this coming July, we invested in a small number of tools that would at least help with our necessities, and at the same time help my fellow soldiers who preach on the streets. I am no stranger to manual labor, being a weldor/fabricator. I miss the grime on my hands and the smell of argon. Not the least bit concerned about titles I do not mind stepping half-way down ladder even to a janitorial or messenger position. That being said, I find myself in a position to put my God-given skills in digital media to good use for the kingdom. I have personally heard of the testimony of the proprietor of Wear His Word, a Christian shirt company who prints scripture on their wares, and have studied their profile and direction for a bit just to get ideas. It was great to see them where they are now in terms of profit compared to when they first started, resigning from a corporate position, and choosing instead to simply print shirts. Yet.. Th...