Every month is nothing special to me. For a long time now I have not observed or celebrated my birthday, nor my wife's or children's. Not even Christmas. From the day I realized what the Lord has done for me every day has been thanksgiving day. I have begun to question my motives regarding public ministry lately, choosing at times to go out without the camera, to see for myself if I can wholeheartedly minister even without an audience.    It seems that nowadays, even preachers want everybody else to know what they do. Do some go out for the sake of posting content? I wouldn't know and I do not think anyone would admit to doing so. I was reminded to continue recording simply for documentation and safety purposes. So I have slowly stepped away from publicizing the ministry's movements since last month. Save for sharing an occasional insight or two on Facebook, I've resorted to other networking apps where I don't have many followers, therefore I am still able to d...

This boiled pork skin is a Filipino delicacy. It's called Chicharon . Sold by mostly elderly people on beaten bicycles for the better part of the scorching day, along with the infamous Balut , for 19 cents. If you would take time to talk with these people, you would learn of amazing stories of their children finishing college on the sheer sweat of the fathers who patiently sold these for years. Tonight was no special night. It has been pouring steadily for almost a week already. After a late dinner on the street at my favorite Pares cart, the rain picked up as I was walking back to work, forcing me to seek shelter at a shed in front of a house. "Tatay" , a Filipino term of endearment and respect for 'father', was there with his wares waiting out the rain as well. He obviously wasn't planning on being stalled here. But God had other things in mind for him. I immediately knew what I needed to do. The fear in me pulling me away as usual. But the bidding w...

Morning outreach and fellowship with brother Roland, one of the few fiery preachers I know of. Two locations in Cubao, Manila. We pleaded at the intersection of the Metro Rail and walked the length of this street preaching to the lines of tricycles and jeepneys that made it their very own terminal. A month ago the Lord dealt graciously in having another brother I worked with more than fifteen years ago to suddenly call me and hand over his support for more bibles to be given away. I determined never to let anyone know of our needs but rely solely on the Lord in sustaining us. More importantly I have received kind and very encouraging words from brethren half the world away in supporting me through their prayers. Indeed I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. We spent the afternoon preaching to the crowd at Quezon City where a group of nuns were present and they were able to listen to the presentation of the law and the Gospel. Moreover I am encouraged to se...

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 ...