Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Couldn't say "i love you."

Season 2 of my "favorite" TV drama begins around Chuck Bass' quest to win back his "true love", Blair Waldorf. However, reeling from the fact that he ditched her at the airport, Blair has hooked up with a British Lord by the name of Marcus, originally in an attempt to make Chuck jealous. She succeeds. That forced Chuck to admit that the reason he abandoned her; it was out of the fear that she would "see" the true him, implying that he was afraid to let her get too close. However, when Blair tried to squeeze out of Chuck the words, "I love you" from him, the articulate young man is mummed. Disappointed, Blair decides to continue her relationship with Marcus. Check this video out!

Video Courtesy of CW Television Network on YouTube

A couple of days ago on the way home from a road trip, my companions and I engaged in a "hot seat" type conversation (which I blame myself for initiating). I found myself admitting that I am very careful in using the word "love" in a romantic sense as some would loosely. That is why -eventhough not entirely- like the character, Chuck Bass, I find it hard to say "I love you." Not because I'm afraid, but because I believe I should only say those words to someone I know I'm ready to express 'em to, and no more taking back. Additionally, saying it means nothing unless accompanied by deeds, after all, "Love is as love does."

I am not expressing myself well...but then again, it's 2:30 in the morning!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

HERE I STAND, WHERE DO YOU?

Watch this amazing worship anthem and tell me what you think. Write your comment below, after which, read the whole blog entry.

I was pretty amazed by the choir, praise team and orchestra myself. Anyone can see and discern the amount of time and effort the entire team put into learning and executing this piece! Towards the end of the song, the team had their hands lifted high and singing with all their hearts. Their voices raised to their Lord and the congregation rose to their feet in praise!

"So what's the big deal?," you ask, and say, "I have seen far better choirs?" Well, the 60-member choir, pink-clad praise team and orchestra are what comprise the Worship Arts Ministry of the Cathedral of Hope Dallas, the largest gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender Christian congregation in the world!

With the advent of Welcoming and Affirming movement within major mainline denominations, we have seen a rise in the number of such churches. There are hundreds of LGBT-friendly congregations in every mainline denomination.

I believe that we should the church should be Welcoming of the persons, but not Affirming of the lifestyle. There is a huge difference in embracing the former and both. The Welcoming and Affirming group wishes to see churches acknowledge the lifestyle as normal.

As an evangelical, I believe that heterosexuality is not only normal; it is normative. Homosexual acts are contrary to the will of God for human sexuality expressed in scripture. The Bible views it as sin, just as God views all the other sins. It is not, however, unforgivable sin. The same redemption available to all sinners is available to all who will come to Christ and that in Him people who appropriate Christ's offer may become new creations in Him.

I believe also that within the Church of Jesus Christ homosexuality should neither to be celebrated nor persecuted. We should seek to obey the whole of Scripture, demonstrating in its own life the same obedience it asks from others. It calls the whole church to a greater faithfulness to Christ and minister to people in the lifestyle in a redemptive way.

Some weeks ago, I touched base with a long-time attendee of our church who is a famous TV show host and news reporter in one of the Philippines' major TV networks. I asked him to share his testimony with the congregation during Worship. A couple of weeks later, he agreed to do so. I remember the morning he stood in front of the congregation, facing vulnerability yet accepting his victory in Jesus Christ. The people were silent. We see him on TV everyday and attend church every Sunday but that was the first time for us to hear his story. His story may be seen here:

http://gcf.org.ph/sermons/index/172

HER I STAND, WHERE DO YOU?

Watch this amazing worship anthem and tell me what you think. Write your comment below, after which, read the whole blog entry.

I was pretty amazed by the choir, praise team and orchestra myself. Anyone can see and discern the amount of time and effort the entire team put into learning and executing this piece! Towards the end of the song, the team had their hands lifted high and singing with all their hearts. Their voices raised to their Lord and the congregation rose to their feet in praise!

"So what's the big deal?," you ask, and say, "I have seen far better choirs?" Well, the 60-member choir, pink-clad praise team and orchestra are what comprise the Worship Arts Ministry of the Cathedral of Hope Dallas, the largest gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender Christian congregation in the world!

With the advent of Welcoming and Affirming movement within major mainline denominations, we have seen a rise in the number of such churches. There are hundreds of LGBT-friendly congregations in every mainline denomination.

I believe that we should the church should be Welcoming of the persons, but not Affirming of the lifestyle. There is a huge difference in embracing the former and both. The Welcoming and Affirming group wishes to see churches acknowledge the lifestyle as normal.

As an evangelical, I believe that heterosexuality is not only normal; it is normative. Homosexual acts are contrary to the will of God for human sexuality expressed in scripture. The Bible views it as sin, just as God views all the other sins. It is not, however, unforgivable sin. The same redemption available to all sinners is available to all who will come to Christ and that in Him people who appropriate Christ's offer may become new creations in Him.

I believe also that within the Church of Jesus Christ homosexuality should neither to be celebrated nor persecuted. We should seek to obey the whole of Scripture, demonstrating in its own life the same obedience it asks from others. It calls the whole church to a greater faithfulness to Christ and minister to people in the lifestyle in a redemptive way.

Some weeks ago, I touched base with a long-time attendee of our church who is a famous TV show host and news reporter in one of the Philippines' major TV networks. I asked him to share his testimony with the congregation during Worship. A couple of weeks later, he agreed to do so. I remember the morning he stood in front of the congregation, facing vulnerability yet accepting his victory in Jesus Christ. The people were silent. We see him on TV everyday and attend church every Sunday but that was the first time for us to hear his story. His story may be seen here:

http://gcf.org.ph/sermons/index/172

Saturday, September 27, 2008

SALVATION FOR SALE

Between worship services and talks with people, I stepped into the church library for a time of peace and quiet. Sundays for a church our size can get real chaotic! With close to 5000 people coming in and out each Sunday, our church sure isn't a place to look for peace and quiet! Okay, let me qualify some stuff a bit, our church is chaotic on Sundays and our worship services are "alive and kickin'" but we do have some moments of silence and peace.

I went to my second-favorite section, Church History- first favorite being the Worship and Music section. Lately, I have been reading a lot about Church History- both past and in-the-process-of-writing history! The study of the history of the church cannot be divorced from the study of liturgy and vise versa. Good thing that next semester I will teach a fusion of both subjects into one major course for which I am really excited.

Without a systematic reading plan, I simply took a book with an interesting title and sat in the black leather couch.

St. Peter's Basilica. It occupies a unique position as one of the holiest sites and as the greatest of all churches of Christendom. In Catholic tradition, it is the burial site of its namesake Saint Peter, who was one of the twelve apostles of Jesus. It is believed that Saint Peter's tomb is below the altar of the basilica. For this reason, many Popes, starting with the first ones, have been buried there. There has been a church on this site since the 4th century. Construction on the present basilica began on April 18, 1506 and was completed in 1626.

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What a lot of people don't know and what interests me about this fascinating work and monument of art and religion is that it was built with the promise of salvation to anyone who would give enough or a lot of money for its construction.

The building program was so massive it required so much money for which the leadership of the church formulated ways to generate the much needed resources. People from all Christian lands, both peasants and royals alike were required to contribute to its building.

Church leaders became so desperate at fund raising to meet the demands of the building program, they decided to "sell salvation" by selling indulgences. Indulgence is the full or partial remission of temporal punishment due for sins which have already been forgiven. The indulgence is granted by the church after the sinner has confessed and received absolution. The belief is that indulgences draw on the storehouse of merit acquired by Jesus' sacrifice and the virtues and penances of the saints. They are granted for specific good works and prayers.

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Johann Tetzel (pictured above), a German Dominican preacher remembered for selling indulgences and for speaking the couplet, "As soon as a coin in the coffer rings, a soul from purgatory springs." Tetzel even went as far as creating a chart that listed a price for each type of sin.

Unlearned believers sacrificed as much as they could of their hard-earned monies so they or a relative who had died ahead may buy their way out of prolonged suffering in purgatory.

For those who know their Bibles, there isn't a hint of doubt that such teaching is absolutely contrary to the Word of God. Salvation is a free gift of God, received only by true repentance and faith in Jesus as the Messiah, a faith given by God by His grace and unmediated by the church.

Salvation is entirely the work of God. Luther wrote that Christians receive such righteousness entirely from outside themselves; that righteousness not only comes from Christ but actually is the righteousness of Christ, imputed to Christians through faith.

Thank God for the Reformation!

Reformation Sunday is barely a month away (October 26, 2008).

Reformation Day is a religious holiday celebrated on October 31 in remembrance of the Reformation, particularly by Lutheran and some Reformed church communities. This video was taken at the Wittenburg Schlosskirche, Reformation Day 2007

Friday, September 26, 2008

WHEN LEADERS GET LOUSY

Yesterday afternoon, I sat on a park bench overlooking Taal Lake and volcano with strong cool wind blowing over my face, I reflected on the news I read in Christianity Today News in the morning about a once mighty megachurch had just held its final service before it closed its doors on September 21- just last Sunday.

The New Dimensions Church was once one of Tulsa, Oklahoma's largest congregations with more than 6,000 attendees meeting in multi-acre campus. I remember hearing about its famous senior pastor, Bishop Carlton Pearson on evangelical magazines, TV programs, more prominently, TBN (Trinity Boradcasting). The church used to play host for large charismatic gatherings! I remember reading about Dr. Pearson on the Charisma Magazine dubbed by then editor-in-chief, Jamie Buckingham, as one of Pentecostalism's greatest rising preachers in the early 90s.

How could a church led by such an eloquent, famous and gifted minister die at an early age?

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Well, sometime in the late 90s, Mr. Pearson, who was ordained in the conservative Church of God In Christ, the nation's largest black Pentecostal denomination, started preaching a doctrine foreign to everything he had previously learned and believed- The view that all will get to heaven regardless of what they believe or how they live. This is called universalism or universal salvation. It's a minority view, and controversial. Most Christians, even if they disagree on other subjects, unite on the point that salvation is exclusively found by grace alone through faith alone in Jesus alone.

Among the famous Universalists is William Barclay, a popular 20th-century Scottish scholar whose calm, clear Bible commentaries are still relied on by many Christians. Probably few Barclay commentary fans are aware that in his autobiography he wrote: "I am a convinced universalist. I believe that in the end all men will be gathered into the love of God."

Paradoxically, when he started teaching that all people is saved, fewer and fewer continued to attend his church, much less visit. Over the next few years, his congregation fell to just over a hundred, his church buses were banned from the ORU campus, and he lost his south Tulsa church property in foreclosure. He renamed his church New Dimensions. Spurned by the evangelical world, he became popular in the liberal religious establishment. Eventually, his church affiliated with the United Church of Christ. A year ago, the handful of New Dimensions Church folks were received into the fold of All Souls Unitarian Church because they can no longer sustain themselves.

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So, last Sunday, Pearson preached his last sermon and closed down New Dimensions Church.

I hope I don't sound judgmental, but this is a bad case of a leader turned lousy and lax about his beliefs that led to a close down of a once mighty congregation.

In the Presbyterian USA thirty years ago, they supported nearly two thousand missionaries on the mission field worldwide. Then they elected some folks to leadership positions that grew deeply entrenched in those positions in the headquarters -- who began to question the need for missionaries, thought extra Biblical stuff and formulated bad theology. During the same thirty year period of time the membership went from near four million down to about 2.2 million where it is today. Do you think there is any connection there, folks?

Then there's this other case where an evangelical denomination has kept itself theologically pure by keeping away from progress, acted unloving and critical of others, and chose to freeze tradition and practices of the 50s for this era's daily consumption thereby becoming irrelevant. That denomination has plateaued in the last several decades. Do you think there is a connection there too?

As part of a generation of young ministers, it would be good for me to learn from this recent event. If we observe history, churches that loose their grip on orthodoxy almost always end up becoming something else other than being a warm local body of Christ. When we wish to be better, let us reflect on the following:

1. Creed - as Christians, our creed is found in the Bible wrapped around our faith the ONE for Whom we're named: Christ. The more passionate we become about Him and our evangelical beliefs, the more fuel we have for serving.

2. Content - "Am I simply tickling people's ears or am I preaching the whole counsel of God?" The written Word of God is our the only source of our message's content.

3. Context - How we communicate our Creed and the Message is important so receivers/hearers of our message will be convinced that what we offer them is not an option.

4. Consistency - our Creed and Message are of no relevance to people unless they are seen lived out.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

GOD HEARS

Tonight, I preached on our mid-week service.

First things first, it was (I think) alright. People were responsive and attentive. However, I must admit, I wasn't feeling all that well. I had just come out of a little misunderstanding with a good friend/co-worker. Although it was settled a few minutes before the service began it was hard to come out of that mode one minute and preach the next. Thank God for His awesome grace and peace that calmed my soul even when my friend and I were settling the issue! I was praying in my mind the whole time we talked. Like I said, it was settled just minutes before the service began.

I opened the homily with a story that's has recently taken place and moved me personally.

I remember a woman in my dad’s old church who back then had already been married for 7 years. Her problem was of public knowledge and it was a prayer item each week in prayer meeting.Her problem: the Lord has not granted her the joy of motherhood. I remember times when she would share about the pain of watching others bear one child after another (a deacon’s wife has 10 children), the anguish of seeing a mother kiss her baby’s face, the gladness of cuddling a little warm human being in her arms, and how she went to bed in tears every night.

The homily titled God Hears contained six main lessons from the life and experience of Hannah- the mother of Samuel, a woman who was barren for years and endured the scoffing of people for her state until the Lord providentially provided answered her prayer and gave her a son who would become a great prophet and the last judge of Israel. The homily culminated with the rest of the story I opened the sermon with.

Just last Saturday morning, I was at Unimart getting groceries. I live in Greenhills, and Unimart is the closest supermarket.

As I rolled my cart down the aisle of the fresh fruit section, I saw a familiar-looking woman choosing apples, putting them in a bag. I looked at her a little closer, and closer and closer! I approached her and respectfully asked “Excuse me, but are you C****?” and she said, “Yes, I am.” I smiled and said, “You probably don’t remember me. I’m Jon, son of Pastor Tom.” She immediate said, “Oh yes! Wow! I know you, I know you!” She hugged me so tight, “Yes…Wow, look how much you’ve grown!”

I noticed a tear drop come out of her left eye and rolled down her cheek. As soon as I noticed that tear, I saw a teenager holding a carton of Orange Juice, tugging C****’s blouse. She turned and introduced me to her son, Samuel! Samuel is her first born, she has three other kids waiting at Krispy Kreme with her husband.

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There wasn't a dry eye in the 120-seat hall. People affirmed the message of the homily helpful and pertinent to situations they find themselves in. That was an affirmation indeed. We were all reminded that God is actively at work in every person's life and that He has already spoken victory to our various personal forms of barrenness- whether it be financial, physical, emotional or spiritual.

At one point in the homily, I found myself preaching to myself-- the Lord's own bidding to take hope! He also reminded me how He has answered my prayers all day-- today was unusually hectic and pressured, with some situations bordering to desparation (which eventually led to the misunderstanding I saw myself in the middle of earlier)! But the Spirit of Christ came to save the day!

In fact, God kept reminding me that evern through dinner as I ate with the worship team, Tita Boots and Janny (who agreed to lead last minute) and the tech team- the very answers of God to my prayers. After dinner, I received a text message from my friend confirming that she is fine-- and that all is totally settled in her heart.

God is amazing!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

A SITUATION DEMANDING A SONG

One of the reasons why I love my church is that every Sunday is special-- it's Easter at GCF each week! I led worship with a simple line up of songs: Sing to the King, Hosanna (Praise is Rising), Lord, Be Glorified, Shout to the Lord, How Great is our God. Throughout the worship set, the prayer time, the giving and preaching- the entire service had a strong palpable presence of the Spirit evidenced in the joy, praise and participation of the people of God.

Worship at GCF today was jampacked with amazing stuff! (That says it all, I could go to bed now) Somehow, I have to write about things that amazed me. Surprisingly, my amazement began earlier than the first worship service!

This morning at 4:30, I woke up with an overwhelming sense of burden and responsibility to lead well! I say that not with the thought of pleasing people. People-pleasing is so not in my personality. But the burden was more towards the thought that as a worship pastor/leader, I am a lead worshipper-- to direct people's attention to the One-member audience and how we may altogether please and honor Him! But my body was weak, I felt like I needed to sleep longer. I wanted to tuck myself back in bed. I began to ask why our church has to have a 7AM service which requires me (and everyone elese in the team) to be up three hours earlier than my (our) normal waking time! I looked out my window with my Bible in hand and saw nothing but darkness-- you know what people say, the night is darkest just before the dawn.

I sat and opened my Bible to 1 Samuel 1 where Hannah was in worship praying through her tears. Her lips were moving but no sound was heard. The Day of Atonement has become an important space in her spiritual journey because it was in this space that she has become transparent before people. It was in this space that she unveiled her shortcomings, fears, and needs. It was this space that she felt exposed, compelled to pour out her soul, her deepest desires and hopes. She utters her lament until, finally, she hears the words of the priest: "Go in peace and may the God of Israel grant your petition." [1]

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I don’t know why that day was different from so many other days. Year after year, Hannah had been asking God for a male child. But something happened that day.

She is not pregnant yet, but her whole being has changed. Her entire "aura" has shifted. We are told that when Hannah came up out of the sanctuary, her countenance was no longer sad and she sat down to eat. And, early the next morning, she and her husband returned to their home and, after sometime she conceived and bore a son. She named him Samuel, meaning "God hears." And Samuel would grow up and become the future prophet and last judge of the nation. And Hannah bore other sons and other daughters![2]

So what is it to us? Well, I think it is simply this: Hannah’s story of barrenness is a metaphor for the human experience that refers to a state of hopelessness. God has spoken, "And the Lord remembered her…." Not that He has forgotten, but it was the word of hope and grace. It reminds us that though life is fraught with change and loss, God has already intervened and God is actively at work.[3]

The same is true with us. we all experience some form of barrenness- a state of hopelessness. Yet we witness God speaking to our barrenness, our hopelessness and takes us to a new level of faith in and response to Him.

In the next chapter (2:1) we read Hannah’s song of praise for the things that God has done, "My heart rejoices in the Lord..." For God has done marvelous things, including the impossible, and the response demands a song.

To sing in the face of barrenness is an act of worship. It is a sign of confident anticipation that leads to courage, assurance, and hope. The song is a sign that there is a new reality that rises out of God’s vision for us in this world: where the lowly are lifted up, the unloved are embraced, the hungry are fed, the blind see, and the barren becomes the mother of many. Hannah’s joy cannot be contained. Her song is echoed down through the years and we hear it again in Mary’s Magnificat, "My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God, my Savior..." [4]

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[1] Cathy Gilliard, Finding Joy in Worship, Nov. 19, 2006, CCNYC
[2] ibid
[3] ibid
[4] Luke 1:47 NIV

Saturday, September 20, 2008

DISCOVER YOURSELF IN WORSHIP

I love serendipities-- making fortunate discoveries by accident!

Last Tuesday, the wreck of a wooden ship was uncovered by Hurricane Ike on a beach in Fort Morgan, Alabama. Archeologists say the wreck could be that of a two-masted Civil War schooner that ran aground in 1862 or another ship from some 70 years later.

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At its landfall, I know that Hurricane Ike didn't bring a lot of smiles to many who live along the Gulf Coast, but this discovery that resulted from it does, especially history buffs.

Tomorrow, I again have the privilege of leading a time of praise and worship, and I pray. like I always do before leading, that people might have a genuine encounter and experience of the Spirit in worship. Some people have yet to discover who God is, some people come to renew their faith, others come to keep growing in it.

I gave met more people who have discovered God in the midst of or after a storm in their lives. It was a difficulty/problem/disaster that brought them at the end of their rope and reached for a "Higher Power" on whom to hold on. When people say, "I found God" or "I discovered God," they are actually discovering their real self in the presence of the God at work in them.

If I were to ask the question, "Where do you meet God?" I would get a variety of answers. Some would say, "God is in my heart and in the very center of my being. There is a wonderful intimacy." Some responses would echo Carl Jung, the scientist, who when he was asked if he believed in God said, "I don't believe in God; I know God." Others would echo what Jesus said, as He developed in His spiritual maturity and came into His fullness. He said, "I and the Father are one." Jesus introduced us to the now-familiar use of the word Father to refer to God, and He spoke of a close and affectionate bond. Others might answer my question this way: "I want a close relationship with God. I yearn for it, but God seems so distant, so hard to get to. I connect with God only spasmodically. I want much more, but it doesn't happen." You hear people call God "the man upstairs."

Some answer would say, "Whenever I look at a flower, I see perfection," some would say. "I see a little seed which spends time in the darkness of the earth, sprouts, and then in its own time comes into its fullness. I see God in the flower." Or they might say, "I see God in the night sky. I look up into the sky and see thousands and thousands of stars, and I know that beyond the stars I can see with my naked eye there are millions and millions more. What is this little planet, and who am I? I know I am seeing the handiwork of God."

I often have that reaction when I am watching a dramatic sunset. The sunsets I have enjoyed the most were over the ocean, where the sky reflects its color in the water. And how many times, watching the sunset, have I been transfixed. Sometimes the only word we know to use at such a time is God.

Oftentimes when we pray we look for and expect an exalted and dramatic experience. I did this for a long time. During my morning prayers I wanted to have a high moment, a mountain-top experience. I wanted exaltation, joy, ecstasy. And every once in a while during the prayer period, I would be raised to this high spiritual level where I would feel ecstatic. I would feel I could handle anything -- after this wonderful prayer period, the day was going to be perfect, and everything would come easily. But every time that happened, the day was full of chaos and conflict and confusion.

If we go back to Psalm 46, we see there is another way to meet God. "God is in the midst of the city," it says. When you go outside onto the street this morning, God is there. Wherever there are people, wherever there are souls, God is there. God is active in this world. I have seen God at work in the midst of this city on so many occasions.

Tomorrow in worship, may people "discover" that God is at work in their lives and that He is drawing them unto Himself.

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reflections: artcaliandro.marblenyc.

Friday, September 19, 2008

THE OTHER SIX DAYS

At the corner of West 79th Street and Broadway stands the First Baptist Church of New York City since 1891, 24/7. It is important to note that a house of worship mirrors and promotes the theology and philosophy of the congregation it houses.

One unique feature of First Baptist's architecture are the two unequal towers over the corner entrance to the main auditorium. The pastor and architect agreed for the towers to serve as an example of biblical symbolism. The taller tower represents Jesus Christ as the Head of the Church, the first born of all creation, the One who holds all things together. The lower tower, which appears incomplete, was designed to represent the church and individual Christians, who await completion at the return of Christ.

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C.S. Lewis said, “What you do screams so loud I can’t hear what you say;” in other words, whatever you say you think or believe, will always be trumped by your actions.

Spiritual matters should not be separated from routine life. Spiritual matters should completely be part of routine, that is, fully integrated into regular life and not relegated to compartmentalized moments or people. If you manage to identify yourself as a follower of Christ on Sunday, the next six days of the week should be no different.

Dr. David Cheung, president of the Asian Theological Seminary shared this story recently at church. A business woman decided to be born again. She was so happy with her new faith, she never missed church and prayer meetings, small group Bible studies and outreach activities. She claimed that since she decided to be born again God started blessing her business venture. She asked her pastor to dedicate her new restaurant. She claimed, "Pastor, before I was born again I only had two tables in this restaurant, but now I have more than a dozen, and I even have strip dancers!"

Somehow, there was a disparity between religious and business life. A lot of people that fill the pews every Sunday are on that same boat. There is somewhat of a disconnection between Sunday and the other six days. How do we connect the worlds together? Or better yet, how can we take our faith into the marketplace? It is easy to be a Christian at church on Sunday, but the real work of the Church is often done in the marketplace, on the job, where you must live out the principles of your faith and where you interact with a world of people. Each of them represents an opportunity where you can represent Christ to them in a real, tangible, visible way.

This requires commitment. Methodist pastor, Stephen Bauman once said, "Commitment is one of those dangerous, hair-raising words."[1]

Why? Because commitment is never a given. For example, just because I happen to be a Filipino doesn’t mean I will follow all the laws, pay my taxes and vote. Or just because I'm called a student, I will always get "As" at the end of the term. Or just because I happen to say I believe in God doesn’t mean I’ll give God all that I am. Genuine faith causes people to live for God, but we need to choose to obey. Those require commitment, and commitment is volitional, it falls within the realm of human choice. It has emotional, mental, spiritual, even physical components, and on any given day in any given relationship we can waffle between rugged dedication and lazy indifference, if not active disregard. Commitment is hair-raising precisely because it touches a sensitive place within our character.

Jesus goes on to say, “Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I tell you? I will show you what someone is like who comes to me hears my words and acts on them…” [2] Until we are able to do what we learn, we will never see the good that could come from it. Until we act, the good that might be accomplished remains in a frozen state, inert, unrealized, unborn, only so many words. [3]

When you worship on Sunday, intentionally think of ways how you can bring what you will learn to where you'll spend the other six days.

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[1] Stephen Bauman, Commitment Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007, CCNYC
[2] Jesus, Luke 6:46-48
[3] Stephen Bauman, Commitment Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007, CCNYC

Thursday, September 18, 2008

DAD IS 76!

On September 18, 1932, two months short of the United States Congress' passing of the Hare-Hawes-Cutting Act with the premise of granting Filipinos independence (which was eventually vetoed by President Herbert Hoover), Thomas P. Las was born to Seisi Las and Brigida Perez.

Ten years later, Thomas became breadwinner to the family of seven, all of whom suffering from malaria in the war-torn of town of Lipa, Batangas. The Sino-Japanese War concomitant to the World War 2, put the family in greater danger-- the Japanese Imperial Army became very suspicious of every Chinese-descent family in the Philippines. The family moved to the sleepy town of Sta. Maria, Laguna to flee the ravaged city of Lipa taken over by the Japanese. Gen. Douglas McArthur had retreated to Australia following a fierce fight between Allied forces and the Japanese in May of that year. Thomas witnessed the murder of one of his uncles and a number of his neighbors, including women and children by the Japanese Army. He watched hiding beneath bales of nipa as the soldiers stabbed townfolks with blood-stained bayonets. I remember him telling me that it was then when he planned on joining the US Airforce, and avenge the death of his uncle and friends. He did apply for it once when he turned 18 in 1950.

The family's move from Lipa to Sta. Maria required another change, the family name. From Las, the heads of the family agreed to use the name Olan. A couple of decades earlier, my great-grandfather acquired the Las surname through sponsorship by a Spanish-Filipino businessman in order that he may be granted Philippine citizenship in 1911.

When the war was over and years of studies at the Laguna Institute, he worked for the Bishop of Lipa, Alfredo Versoza. It was then when he started to become very religious-- going to church 14 times a week regardless if he understood Latin or not! He sought to understand the teachings of the Church but was discouraged by the priests to read the Bible. He can vividly recount a season in his life when his health began to fail which resulted to a temporary blindness. He never called on the Lord as desparately until that time. He regained his strength and his sight after three months.

It was in 1956 when he saw a group of young men with open Bibles in Sta. Maria, Laguna. The open Bibles attracted him. He joined one of their activities called Bible studies-- something new to him even though he'd worked as a catechist for years. He kept attending but was warned by his father to never desert the Catholic faith by choosing to be baptized in the Baptist Church. In one of the Bible studies, he understood the Gospel message, believed in the finished work of Christ, and was born again. I remember him telling me that he walked home after that Bible study with so much joy in his heart, he couldn't stop smiling and laughing that he had to cover his mouth with a brown hankie from the Baptist chapel to his house.

Time came when he could no longer resist the Spirit's prodding to follow Christ in baptism. A couple of days later, he was gladly baptized by Pastor Quimba. He expressed his desire to enrol in Bible college, FEBIAS. When my grandfather heard of my dad's desire and decision, he was cut off-- disowned. He worked as a janitor, a bus conductor and as a clerk, to support himself. It was about the same time he met a 20-year-old school yeacher named Marina, who eventually became mother to his five children. In order to honor his father's wish and provide for his young family he quit Bible college to run the grocery, restaurant and the farm, but never stopped serving in the church any which way he can- as a missionary, Bible study leader, a sexton, choir conductor, a pianist, a trustee, an associate parson. His pursuit of a theology degree was so intermittent that he did not receive it until 1975-- 23 years after he first enrolled.

From the time I was born up until college, all I knew that my father ever was was a pastor! It was his day job as well as his night job. There was no distintion between his roles as a father and as a pastor. He has preached hundreds of sermons (to the church he led for more than two decades), and couple of hundreds more to his children who needed them.

Now at 76, he's still as agile as a 40 year-old fitness buff, as smart and articulate as a 35 year-old lawyer, as cool as 25 year-old urban professional. He looks way younger than his youngest sibling. Today is his birthday!

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Happy birthday, Dad!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

SHOW ME YOUR SCARS

当您非常时,傷害愛需要时间癒合

A philosopher of the modern age said those words in English! Mariah Carey singing, "Love takes time to heal when you're hurting so much!" Yes, that sentence in Chinese is the literal rendering of that latter familiar line!

This morning after my quiet time, I checked my email(s) and blog updates and found a blog entry of a faintly similar thought (or perhaps, just along the same faint thread) made by another pastor from another church- healing takes time. Although, I must admit, I did not read the whole entry until around this afternoon since I thought that the title gave away the content, nevertheless, the blog entry/devotional contains amazing truths anyone can glean.

Healing takes time. I suppose that’s a simple truth, basic, elemental, even very obvious. Still, for all that obviousness, everywhere I look, I see a city full of mighty hurting people questing after every sort of substitute to address the hurt. These hurting people can even be found in churches- from among the most inactive of attendees to people in leadership. It's easy enough to do, of course. We seem expert at experimenting with both mundane and exotic substitutes and in the process amass astonishing experience about what does not heal our deepest hurt.

God knows we excel at substituting counterfeit versions of love and healing for the real thing. We’re great talkers. Oh my! We can talk about love, healing, relationships, etc. forever and forget that genuine love and healing can only be found in God! But even as we recognize that genuine love and healing comes from God, we need to exercise principles from His Word to set our course to healing right.

If we really get this first thing set, this love, the rest will work itself out. Becca Stevens wrote, “Whenever we feel lost and wonder if God is real or why the innocent suffer, we can ask ourselves some questions that will set us right in a hurry. Did I thank Jesus for my life? Did I share His love with someone today? Did I feed anyone who was hungry today? Did I tell anyone that I loved them [and then acted accordingly]? Did I work toward peace? [Did I labor for justice in the world?] Did I offer thanks for my breath?”[1]

No question that, while walking the earth, Jesus was known as a wonderful healer. And even now, as He intercedes on our behalf with the Father, He provides healing. On earth, his healing often functioned in a subversive manner given that his reach touched the least, the last, and the lost. He was indiscriminate in who He might heal, or who he might forgive for that matter. Yet, it is important to note that Jesus never failed to point at the people's faith in the Healer. These are people who have stopped looking for healing in all the wrong places. They go out and tell others of their experience of healing in Christ, so that they too may be led to wholeness!

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Here we learn the two sides of the healing equation. In order for me to get well, I need others. And, I am, myself, a healing agent as part of the larger whole.[2]

If I claim to be a follower of Jesus, it stands to reason that I will allow myself to be ministered to by others. I will actually place myself into the care of others.

Being Jesus’ follower also means I will extend myself on behalf of others. That eventually, as I continue to grow in faith, I will become “other-directed.” I will discover that my life makes sense only in relation to how I live as part of the larger community. Scarred people are worth listening to.

Every Tuesday night, a group of 70 to 80 people gather in one of the rooms of Greenhills Christian Fellowship. They call the group Living Waters, a healing, teaching and discipleship group for people who desire wholeness from their individual experiences of brokenness. That group is in every way, representative of the whole Church on earth!

The Church is a bunch of hurting people who have found the only road to wholeness in Jesus Christ.

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[1] Becca Stevens, Hither and Yon: A Travel Guide for the Spiritual Journey, Nashville: Dimensions for Living, 2001, p. 76.
[2] Stephen Bauman, Healed and Healer, CCNYC 021906

WHAT TO DO WITH THE HAUNTING PAST

Some time ago, I met a man at a church where he served as choir director. We became instant friends largely due to the fact that I too am in the ministry of worship and music, and anything about such tickles my ears and quickens all my senses! He too was so much into church history which is my next top interest.

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One afternoon, walking back to the car right after having afternoon tea with him at a nearby Starbucks, he "felt led by the Spirit" to give me a glimpse of his past.

He drove and talked about his past at the same time. As a young pastor who practically grew up in a rather "sterile" Christian environment, listening to his story felt like I was being dragged on mud. The atmosphere began to feel contaminated with some airborne germs. I felt uneasy. It was so horrid that even as he talked I was making up my mind to never associate myself with him any closer than that of an acquaintance especially when he said that he continues to struggle with the problem! "Did I shock you, Pastor Jon?" he asked. I said, "More than you know." He said, "I never fail to shock people. But you see, in telling my story, I open myself to vulnerability. But I the more open the freer and authentic I become. I believe that every friend I make should know about my past so I will have more people to be accountable to and have a larger prayer network." When he said those words, the Lord Jesus reminded me of nothing else but grace and freedom. In sharing with me his story, he was letting me further into his world and was inviting me to freely move in it- to encourage, rebuke, teach, admonish laugh, cry and pray.

In a more current situation, a good friend who's been nursing a wounded heart for what seem to be a couple hundred years is another whose past keeps hunting and haunting her. But she has made a choice to give it all up. She talks about it once in a while, and her friends keep using it to tease her, driving her crazy mad! She is obviously hunted and haunted by it, but by opening it up to her closest friends, she gets liberated. And if she would only fully-totally give it up to God, the wound will heal, her scar could turn into a star to which she could point and claim, "That directed me towards the Lord more than anything else."

In his life and mine, and yours, whatever happened has happened. The facts are real. The tangible evidence is there and the scars are proof. Something happened and our reality is our reality. But in the church we have another example. As Christians we believe that Jesus came to save and heal. He went about doing good - healing the sick, making the blind see, and teaching people how to have a better life. Yet, he was betrayed by his very closest friends, and his enemies determined to kill him. He was beaten and spat upon. His hands and feet were nailed, and a crown of thorns put upon his head. His forgiveness allowed the story to be retold in such a way that it did not end in anger and pain, bitterness and despair.[1] But the story has a glorious happy ending that can never be altered. The good thing about that is, the glorious happy ending includes in it every person who trusts in Him.

I love the way my Senior Pastor, Luis Pantoja celebrates communion. He never fails to mention the fact that the finished work of Christ is the basis by which God forgives us, as it is the basis by which we forgive one another, and the basis by which we forgive ourselves. The victory of Christ is ours!

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I was reading about Dutch Catholic priest, Henri Nouwen, who in his lifetime sought to please and follow Christ, yet at the same time struggling with loneliness, yearning for intimacy and his own sexuality. In one of his writings he said,

“Tell Your Story in Freedom. The years that lie behind you, with all their struggles and pains, will in time be remembered only as the way that led to your new life. But as long as the new life is not fully yours, your memories will continue to cause you pain. When you keep reliving painful events of the past, you can feel victimized by them. But there is a way of telling your story that does not create pain. Then, also, the need to tell your story will become less pressing. You will see that you are not long there: the past is gone, the pain has left you, you no longer have to go back and relieve it, you no longer depend on your past to identify yourself.

There are two ways of telling your story. One is to tell it compulsively and urgently, to keep returning to it because you see your present suffering as a result of your past experiences. But there is another way. You can tell your story from the place where it no longer dominates you. You can speak about it with a certain distance and see it as the way to your present freedom…From the perspective of the life you now life and the distance you now have, your past does not loom over you. It has lost its weight.” [2]

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[1] Cathy S. Gilliard, Retell Your Story, CCUMC-NYC
[2] Henri J. M. Nouwen, The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom, Doubleday: New York, p. 34.

Monday, September 15, 2008

FEELING "CHEF" TODAY

After having my quiet time this morning, I made a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast! Yeah! I know, that ain't a typical breakfast. But I had bananas and orange juice too, that gave a little breakfast feel to a not-so-normal breakfast! It's fun to buy bread from Le Coeur de France especially at the end of the day when they are disposing of all their products- either buy-one-take-one or 50% Off! I love using Bega Lite sliced cheese! I discovered that a grilled cheese sandwich tastes better when you sprinkle herbs (basil, thyme and rosemary) on the cheese, before grilling both sides of the bread! Yum!

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I had a 10AM pastors' meeting at church, that ran 'til quarter to twelve. By the time some of the staff started ordering food for lunch, I still felt quite full. So I kept working until I finished some stuff for this coming Sunday's worship and totally lost track of time. I had a cup of coffee, and several glasses of water! I finally had lunch at 8PM (that's just about an hour ago!).

What did I have for my 8PM lunch? I met with an old friend quickly before heading home, and chose not to stop by any fastfood restaurant because I was feeling a bit "cheffy" tonight! I made this amazing pan-seared herbs-and-pepper-crusted salmon. The last time I went shopping, I found a variety of fish on sale- dory, cod, salmon and tuna! I only got the frozen rock-solid Norwegian salmon! Three large pieces for P200 is a pretty good deal! I also got some greens. I blanched some spinach and made a lemon juice-crushed garlic-salt-olive oil vinaigrette to drizzle 'em greens with! And of course, fragrant jasmine rice! It was while tossing the spinach salad when Joy texted to asked where I was!

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Believe it or not, the whole meal was prepared in just a little less than 30 minutes! Eat your heart out Rachel Ray! I might as well run a cooking show for single male young adults! "How goood is thaaat?"

I also figured, Yakult is a good substitute to white wine!!

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Yesterday's worship services were just amazing! Joy had some slight "boo-boos" at the piano at the 7 and 9AM services! Other than those, we had a marvelous time worshipping God!

And oh, I had a great meal at Som's Noodle House in Makati with Joy and Lennie-- at Lennie's prodding! Som's is this really cheap-looking, hole-in-the-wall street-side Thai eatery surprisingly frequented by people we don't normally expect to see eating street food!

Saturday, September 13, 2008

REMEMBERING THE GOLDSTEINS

She would always be swarmed by kids at 3:10PM. She would be standing just in time for school dismissal underneath a makeshift tent of an old bedsheet whose four corners are knotted to nylon ropes tightly tied around tree branches and the house's front wrought-iron gate. Two tables with food stuff she sold to kids lined the front of her fairly big house. The house had obvious signs that it was had seen some of the town's high-profile parties. All that's left were signs of faded glory.

A kaing (a big basket) of santol (wild mangosteen) stood beside a table in front of her around which kids moshed to pick their santol. Kids handed her their pick, and in matter seconds have the fruit peeled with her over-used paring knife. Her daughter

Her freckled arms looked so strong as though she worked in a contruction site for years. They looked like the arms of a muscularly stocky German beermaid appropriately named Helga! Her hands had perpetual brown stains as though she soaked them in a basin of varnish each night. Her hair was always pulled back which gave everyone a good view of her face. Her pointy nose, stiff upper lip, and her grey eyes and prominent cheek bones all suggested that she would not pass for a native Filipina. She had the physical features of a European but her use of the vernacular and the accent that came along with it hinted otherwise! Well, she was Filipina, in fact everyone living on that narrow mile-long B. Mariano street knew her to have been born in that same house in the mid-40s. Her then 70-ish-looking mother with apparent Spaniard/Castillian physical features sat on the porch in her rocking chair while her daughter sold santol, guava, sliced mangoes with bagoong (shrimp paste), buko and pineapple juice, and kakanin to school children.

Her husband, who too possessed some strong European features and ran business of his own would sometimes help out in her little business. Their two beautiful daughters went to the school across the street. The eldest graduated three years ahead of me, the other, a year.

I was on the fifth grade when I learned their last name and the story that always tagged along with it! They were the Goldsteins.

It was said that their both Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein's great-grandparents were among the influx of American Jews (from which Mr. Goldstein's father came) that moved to Manila to set up shops in the early 1900s when the US opened the Philippines to business. These young Jews enjoyed some success. Furthermore, during the Philippine Commonwealth (1935-1946), Jewish refugees from Europe (from which Mrs. Goldstein;s parents come) sought a safe haven in Manila escaping what would be the Holocaust by way of China. The alliance of Germany with Japan which set up a puppet government brought danger to the freedom of Jews in Manila. The war then pushed the Goldsteins into hiding in the sleepy town of San Mateo, Rizal, becoming Catholics, and pretended to be "Spaniards."

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Temple Emil, the only Jewish synagogue in Manila

These Ashkenazim (German Jews) eventually lost their German citizenship during the war but were granted US residency status when the Philippines was gained independence from the Americans in 1946.

The Goldsteins never left the Philippines. Last Christtnas, I rode my bike to check out my old school up in San Mateo. The old Goldstein house was still there standing across the street. It looked like there were still folks living there. There was no makeshift tent, no store in front. I am not sure if it will ever see glory similar to it once had. I wish it would.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

LEARNING A NEW SONG: GOD OF THE AGES

So, I was at the movies last night watching another chick flick with Joy and Lennie, when this amazing song started ringing in my head again. After the movie on the way home, I was humming it in the cab. Before bedtime, I pulled a chair to my balcony to just enjoy the view from my seventh floor apartment drinking hot green tea, and I was singing it's chorus!

It's been ringing in my head for the last couple of days, and it just wouldn't leave!This morning, I was whipping up breakfast and found myself whistling the melody. I was singing it in the shower. I was humming it in the elevator. I'm listening to it now in Youtube, and singing the tenor part right here at work!

It was introduced to me by one the gals in my worship team early this week, which she learned from one of our former worship vocalists who now lives in Long Island, NY. Hearing the first time brought tears to my eyes, and had goosebumps. I found myself with hands lifted, worshipping God right infront of my computer at work! It was an overwhelming experience! It's now stuck in my head!

"God of the Ages" is the title.

The song contains amazing theological truths from Colossians 1:15-20; the Supremacy of Christ. The song has the power to prompt people to give appropriate worship response to Christ based on that beautiful truth about Him!

I researched about it and ended up exchanging emails with the composer himself, Travis Doucette, who eventually became my Facebook friend! The talented Canadian composer is team leader of a group called Exodus, a music team from Liberty University, from which he received his Bachelor's and is now a graduate student at Liberty Baptist Theological Seminary.

As a worship pastor, I have come to realize that there are certain songs that "work"-- songs that contain powerful truths coupled with recall-able tunes which intensify! Songs like Shout to the Lord, How Great is our God, You Are God Alone (Not a god), How Great Thou Art, When I Think About the Lord, etc. are among those that belong to that category!

When I begin tenure as Adjunct Professor of Worship Studies in a Bible College this coming semester, one of the things I will be requiring of students will be to select songs that have theological substance and depth. We will do theological analyses of songs in class. Our knowledge and experience of the Lord determines the depth, height and width of our worship response. What better way to worship Him than with songs that reveal His person, character, attributes, work and worth?

A lot of the worship leaders in churches today sing songs on the basis of popularity and catchy-ness, putting very little regard to substance! I was in a worship gathering lately where three of the four new worship songs sung that night spoke only of one theme, freedom! As the worship went on, I stopped trying to learn the songs and instead worshipped with God by declaring His worth and attributes based on the knowledge I have of Him from His Word. It is our job as worship leaders, worship pastors, music ministers to edify our fellow disciples of Jesus Christ by allowing them to learn amazing truths from Scripture in the beautiful avenue of worship music. We help in the deepening of their understanding of who God is. A worship leader who simply sings cute songs is not doing his job.

In a couple of weeks, the Lord willing, I will receive the sheet music for choir and piano from Travis, and hopefully use the song to serve its purpose in prompting people to worship God!

Recorded "live" at Thomas Road Baptist Church, Lynchburg Virginia
Video courtesy of Travis Doucette Music on YouTube.

SEVEN YEARS AGO...

Where was I on September 11, 2001?

A little past dinner time (8:40-ish PM), I was lounged in the living room couch eating cheese sticks with a thick Commentary on Paul's Letter to the Romans on my lap doing some reading for Dr. Karl Luff's Romans class in the morning. My dad sat on his favorite chair watching the news on CNN. I was set deep in the reading, Romans being my favorite class in the term that had just begun a couple of weeks earlier!

My dad suddenly blurted out, "Oh my Lord! Oh, Lord! God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob! What is happening? God, what is going on?" For a moment I thought my dad was enjoying the sight of his youngest son immersed in a serious study of the book of Romans! I looked at my dad and tears began to roll down his cheeks, I shifted my view to the TV in the corner of the room, and saw one tower of the World Trade Center in flames! Text messages started flowing in-- our cellphones went off after every minute! The most important one coming from my sister who was then living in New York!

At that moment, news reporters and anchor persons came up with dozens of speculations about the tragedy, when, in matter of minutes another plane hit the other tower! Both buildings to collapse within two hours, destroying at least two nearby buildings and damaging others, killing 3000. The hijackers crashed a third airliner into the Pentagon. The fourth plane crashed into a field in rural Somerset Count, Pennsylvania, after some of its passengers and flight crew attempted to retake control of the plane, which the hijackers had redirected toward Washington, D.C. There are no known survivors from any of the flights. Analysts began to believe that it was an attack on America, and it was.

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On the day of the attacks, the National Security Agency intercepted communications that pointed to Osama bin Laden. On September 27, 2001, the FBI released photos of the 19 hijackers, along with information about the possible nationalities and aliases of many.

I went to bed at two in the morning, but was never really able to catch sleep. I went to school that morning earlier than any other student with puffy eyes. I entered the classroom the following morning, Dr. Luff was there early. His head was bowed, his hands cupped over his face. "Jonathan," he said quietly, "that changed the world as I knew it...the world is never the same beginning today." Unable to find the right words to comfort the man, I remained silent. He then said, "It was not an attack on America. It was an attack on the world. But we will rise from the ashes."

Seven years later at 8:45PM, I was having dinner with Joy and Lennie at Pho Hoa Galleria, completely thoughtless of what happened seven years earlier. It was in the cab on the way home at midnight when I looked to my left and saw the Tektite Twin Towers when I remembered the attack on the World Trade Center!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

TO WITNESS DIVINE PROTECTION

Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf's Chai Tea Latte is supposed to relax me! It ain't workin'!

Just capping my long day with a blog entry having returned home from Coffee Bean with Joy, Lennie and Clarissa! Early this afternoon, Lennie requested for a night cap at Coffee Bean after Bible Study. Incidentally, it was at Coffee Bean Promenade where my day officially began- a meeting with someone.

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This morning, while in that meeting, Joy texted to say that GCF did not have electric power so I decided to go on with my paper work at the coffee shop all morning. Receiving news from Ruby, a trusted and super-efficient ministry assistant that power was back at GCF, I packed up my laptop and walked back home to prepare to go to the office. Joy, then texted asking me to join her for lunch, which I did. She had piano lessons in the area at three and decided to spend her free time at Virra Mall, a shopping center five-minute walk away from my condo.

I got to GCF at 3:15, worked on some stuff until 7, came down for Bible study at 7:15, which ended around 10.

Going to Coffee Bean at Ortigas Park, as Lennie and I walked several paces ahead of Joy and Clarissa, a speedy motorcyle passed by. We heard a scream. When Lennie and I looked back, we saw Joy and Clarissa running towards us motioning that the two guys on the motorcycle that drove by tried to snatch Clarissa's bag! With the look of both sheer fear and relief on Clarissa's face, she told us how the man tried to grab the Italian leather bag she bought in Florence with all her valuables in it. She complained of pain on her right thigh which was hit by the bike's handlebar!

Clarissa kept thanking God for protecting her which reminded me of Osie's closing prayer at the Bible study, "Lord, may You graciously protects us as go our separate ways."

It was fun to think about the fact that un Bible study, we were talking about how everything happens for a purpose, and that there no coincidences. But here are some incidentals:

- Joy texted Lennie earlier that she's not going to Bible study anymore because the rain was just too heavy. I called her to somehow convince her that she should be in Bible study. Good thing she did come.

- Clarissa is not officially an attendee in our study group, It happened that her singing group rehearsed at Church tonight for a benefit concert they're singing at this Saturday. She and I saw each other in the lobby, she asked for my phone number and wondered if she could join the Bible study.

- Good thing Joy was walking with her when the men tried to snatch her handbag. She was able to grab hold of Clarissa which combined their weight all together making it hard for the men to get what they planned on stealing!

- Good thing Clarissa used that bag today! It's a nice cream-colored bag made of smooth leather. It was so slick that the thieves weren't able to take a nice strong grasp of it.

- Good thing the Lord has kept His eyes on us and placed a hedge of protection over us!

Tonight, we listened to and discussed Louie Giglio's teaching on the greatness of God and His redeeming work!

Redemption. That is one of God's great and special works. Everything He does in human life is aimed in this direction, redemption. These mighty activities of God, recorded as miracles in the Bible, are all redemptive in character. They serve to buy us back from our unbelief and miserable way of life. Even protecting us providentially from people with evil intentions is His way of redeeming us from believing and relying completely on ourselves-- instilling in our hearts that He cares for us and is keeping us under His wings!

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Sunday, September 7, 2008

LOSING OUR LIVES

Weirdness of weirdnesses, I'm home on a late Sunday night after a day of worship, feeling really tired over a full day, and I'm snuggled up in bed after a nice cold shower watching LOVE ACTUALLY! Seriously, I have no idea how many times I've seen this amazing Richard Curtis flick on DVD! But I do remember having seen it with friends on three different occasions back when it was shown in theaters in 2003!

Again, I am moved by the famous scene (watch this 2-minute clip)...

At any rate, dinner with my family was fun! And today being Grandparents Day, our senior citizens singing groups sung special music. But that's not exactly what I wish to highlight, as I do the sheer goose-bump inducing sight of married senior couples, some of them in their eighties, just loving each other, and loving God.

I arrived at 6:30AM in church and found 80-year-olds Col. Alex Camacho (Ret.) and his wife Claire enjoying breakfast of cut fruit, coffee, wheat bread and cream cheese spread! I greeted them "Good morning," shook their hands and proceeded to the inner room to get my coat. Through the glass door, I saw Alex put a little piece of bread with cheese into Claire's mouth, as he held her hand.

At lunchtime, I went down to the cafeteria to "oversee" their lunch- that comes with my job description as Worship Pastor, overseeing guests singers' lunch! I did a head count and found that I was missing a couple. I went back upstairs, and found Mr. Ed Alba (78) leaning against a wall. I asked if he wanted to join us for lunch. He smiled and said, "Thanks, son...I'm waiting for my wife. She's in the ladies room. You go ahead, we'll catch up." He and his wife came down and joined everyone else. He picked a table for them, pulled out a chair, wiped the seat with a piece of napkin and asked his wife to sit while he got them both some lunch! After a few minutes, he returned with lunch on a tray. After arranging the food on the table, he reached out to his wife's hand and prayed!

Fil Alcordo (85) and his wife were having lunch together when they saw another senior lady, Nene, a widow, carrying her tray. Fil stood, helped the lady with her tray and gently asked if she would want to join them. Nene agreed. I walked to their table and asked if they would want some cut fruit for dessert. He stood and said, "Maybe the ladies might want some." He reached down and held his wife's hand and asked, "Pangga (love), do you want some melons?"

Prof. Oscar Yutuc (70) came up to me and said, "Pastor, I really hope I could meet with your brother-in-law again. You see, he was the one who planted the Gospel seed in my heart even when I was smarty-pants Professor of Economics in the 90s, always trying to debate with him. Now I'm a believer, I feel I should be thanking him for his ministry. But honestly, I can never thank him enough." I told him that my brother in law was coming to worship at GCF tonight. They met, hugged, and with a simple "Thank you," I saw Prof. Yutuc's sincerity-- an appreciation beyond words.

More than seeing them sing today, I saw how they express their love in various forms. A kind of love that springs from their greatest Love- Jesus Christ.

They are the men and women whom God used to minister to me today in a special way! People who have lost themselves in God, and gained everything in Him.

Losing our lives in God is really gaining what God wanted for us in the first place – an authentic self.

The real challenge in all of this is learning to live authentically. It doesn’t seem to come easily. Since we’ve been so busy living another life instead of the one we were given to live by Jesus Christ, in the power of the Spirit, we have to learn anew how to make our way in the world, in our relationships, in our work, and in our faith.

Friday, September 5, 2008

GIVING UP LOVE FOR THEOLOGY, AND LOVING OTHERS BECAUSE OF IT

You may have misunderstood the title, but read on.

I spent some time in the church library today to do some "leisurely" reading. Flipping through the pages of a book on missions, I came across a name I have heard and read about a thousand times over when I was growing up. Each Christmas season, the Southern Baptist denomination collects from their churches what has been dubbed "The Lottie Moon Christmas Offering for Foreign Missions." In 2007, the denomination received $150,409,653.86 to support Southern Baptist mission work outside of the US! Incidentally, there is also "The Annie Armstrong Easter Offering for Home Missions" to support mission work within North America (last year they received $60 million).

Anyway...

Lottie Moon is considered the "patron saint" of Southern Baptist foreign missions for her efforts and devoting her entire life in winning the Chinese people to Jesus Christ.

Born in 1840 as Charlotte Digges Moon to affluent parents who were staunch Baptists, Anna Maria Barclay and Edward Harris Moon. She grew up on the family's ancestral fifteen-hundred-acre tobacco plantation in Virginia.

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Lottie went to school at the Baptist-affiliated Albemarle Female Institute in Charlottesville, Virginia. In 1861 Moon received one of the first Master of Arts degrees awarded to a woman by a southern institution. She sang gloriously, played the piano forte and spoke numerous languages: Latin, Greek, French, Italian and Spanish (those alone make me want to marry her brain!). She was also fluent in reading Hebrew. Later, an expert at Chinese communications.

A spirited and outspoken girl, Lottie was indifferent to her Christian upbringing until her late teens. But she underwent a spiritual awakening at the age of 18, after a series of revival meetings on the college campus. To the landed-family's surprise, Lottie's younger sister Edmonia accepted a call to go to North China as a missionary in 1872. Lottie herself soon felt called by God to serve with her her sister. On July 7, 1873, she was officially appointed as a missionary to China. She was 33 years old.

While on furlough, she came across Crawford Howell Toy whom she first encountered at the Albemarle Female Institute while she was a student. Lottie was a capable student in Hebrew and English grammar under Toy's tutelage. Toy wrote of Moon, "She writes the best English I have ever been privileged to read."

Crawford Toy and Lottie Moon fell in love. Crawford Toy was also appointed a missionary to the Orient, but the Civil War prevented his going. He stayed and taught at the Southern Baptist Seminary. After some time, Lottie Moon returned from China to America to marry him.

But in his studies, he was influenced by European higher criticism of the Bible. Toy began intellectual pursuits that would ultimately cost him his tenure at the Southern Seminary, later moving to Harvard. Toy saw Darwin's theories as truth revealed by God "in the form proper to his time." His theology began to be shaped by Julius Wellhausen. Toy ceased to believe that the Bible is the Word of God but a mere piece of ancient literature. He believed that none of the miracles in the Bible are true; that Jesus is not God; Christ is no different from all the other religious leaders who seek the truth.

In Lottie's 1881 correspondence with Baptist Missions Director, H. A. Tupper, Moon expressed her plans to marry Toy, who was now a professor at Harvard. Upon her return, she discovered Toy's new set of beliefs that were so contrary to hers. Ultimately, Toy and Moon's relationship was broken before their marriage plans were realized. Moon cited religious reasons for calling off the wedding, in addition to his decision to not become a missionary anymore.

Lottie Moon was shattered and grief-stricken by the new theology and liberal beliefs of the man she so deeply admired and so beautifully loved. She returned to China heartbroken, never to return to home in America, never to marry, and lonely in soul, yet joyfully poured her very life into a ministry for the Chinese people.

At the height of internal conflicts in China (The Sino-Japanese War 1894; the Boxer Rebellion of 1900 and the Chinese Nationalist uprising against the Qing Dynasty in 1911) salaries were voluntarily cut. Moon shared her personal finances and food with anyone in need around her, severely affecting both her physical and mental health. In 1912, she only weighed 50 pounds and was arranged to be sent back home to the United States. However, Moon died en route, at the age of 72, on Christmas Eve 1912 (thus the Christmas Offering), in the harbor of Kobe, Japan. Her body was cremated and the remains returned to her family in Virginia, for burial.

She gave up her love for her beliefs, she gave so much love because of it.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

TODAY IN CHAPEL

This morning, I spoke at Faith Bible College Chapel.

It was weird to step into the familiar chapel- the place where I spent an hour singing and listening to preachers every Tuesday and Thursday for three academic years.

I remember attending a chapel service for the very first time in 1999 as an aloof 21-year-old fresh out of journalism studies at Trinity. Without any intention of attracting attention to myself, I came in my knee-ripped jeans and an olympics-themed black T-Shirt I got months before the 1996 Atlanta Olympics and my hair all jelled up. I had not been told that students had a uniform every chapel day: white top and dark slacks. So, you guessed it, I stood out above the rest- in a rebellious-looking college boy way! A student named Minda actually admitted years later that her first impression of me was that of a rebel-radical-activist college drop out. But her impression of me changed when Brenda Lee, who was then a senior (now the Registrar, soon to fly out to San Diego, CA) led the singing of an old, 19th-century hymn, I Know Whom I Have Believed. Minda thought to herself, "How could a rebel boy like him have memorized an entire old hymn that isn't even familiar to more than half the students gathered?"

And the former chaplain, the Rev. Brix Laya can attest to that fact that there wasn't a week in my entire Bible college life when I did not violate the chapel "dress code!" It got so concerning that the Student Body Officers agreed to fine students who would not be in white on chapel days! Fines collected were used to buy coffee, sugar and cream for the entire student body! It was my weekly fine that kept the coffee, cream and sugar jars filled!

I must admit, there have only been four chapel sermons that have made some lasting impression and impact on my life- so strong that I remember the sermon title, preacher and text! I say that not to put down preachers and chapel speakers but simply to point out that there are certain things God uses to speak personally to us in ways that He may not in some. That's a reality. Ideally, we should be applying every sound preaching in our lives. But many of us have heard and will yet to hear hundreds of sermons in our lifetime, and yet there will be a few that the Lord will embed in our hearts and minds, and eventually affect our walk in this world!

So in the cab on my way to the College, I was trying to figure out if God would take the message farther than I think it would or will it be just any other sermon preached from the pulpit of the hallowed chapel!

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After chapel, I hung out and had coffee with the chaplain, Pastor Aven, and a 2004 graduate named Cleo, who incidentally lost much of her belongings in a fire that ravaged her dormitory. She even lost her precious Bible. Earlier, Brenda Lee handed me an envelop with a gift certificate to a bookshop as an appeciation for my preaching . I gave the certificate away to Cleo so she could get herself a new Bible!

I stayed on 'til after lunch and treated the students to some ice cream! It was fun mingling with the students, some of whom might become my students next semester. Hanging out and getting to speak with some of them made me become aware (again) of their plight as ministry students.

In a rather strange conversation I had with another guy last week, he mentioned that he is perflexed by the great paradox he notices in the life of ministry students and ministers. He asked, "How could people serving the God who owns all things live in dire financial straits?" "How can God allow for His workers to experience such difficulties, and yet they all claim that He sends provisions just at the right time?" Honestly, I do not have a good answer to those questions other than what I believe His reason was for allowing me to experience the same thing one point in my life: "God allows such to chisel out a character that He wants to see in us- a character of trust, faithfulness and humility- in order that we may no longer find in ourselves the attitude that sees money as that which makes the world go round. He wants for us to focus on the reality that He is central and that He never fails." Naivete as that answer may sound, I have none other to give.

The Lord has just presented an opportunity for ministry.

Monday, September 1, 2008

life pursuits: chronicling the movement

Last night after church, Rainier, Chris and I dwarfed a little Starbucks coffee table trying to recall what came to be Life Pursuits. From nine to twelve, we talked about how the Spirit caused the birthing of a vision from a shared pet passion- ministry to young adults.

Since my concentration is Worship, my involvement with the young adult ministry in my local church is limited. Though, not to brag, the young adult and singles ministry in my local church took shape based on a porposal and concept paper I drafted after I realized that ours is the only megachurch without a real active young adults ministry.

About 6 years ago, I started teaching in a Bible study group composed of a high school teacher, a university Chemistry instructor, a law student, two bankers, a CPA and two engineers. We met each Thursday and that was all we did. I started meeting people my age who have unmet longings, deep spiritual needs and questions, but find no avenue in which to express and address them.

After an informal independent study, I drafted a concept paper, presented it to my senior pastor whose main challenge was to raise twelve people who can serve as the core team of this new ministry, with a promise that in a year, we would have a budget and be included in the official roster of ministries! From there, another pastor found a similar need, and using the concept paper as a basis, the Crossover Ministry was launched. It was similar to what Paul wrote in his letter to the Corinthians, someone planted, another watered- but it is God that causes all things to exist and grow.

Now that Crossover has grown, it is time for us to collaborate with like-minded churches to reach our generation for Christ!

Rainier, a missionary came to the Union Church as Director of International Students Ministry, who found out that the 93-year-old multi-ethnic church did not have a ministry to young adults that somehow resulted to the spawning of many "Peter Pans" - people who refuse to leave the youth ministry, particularly, among the locals (since expat kids fly out after high school). Through Bible studies and a weekly worship gathering called Station One, he began reaching young adults within his local church who have yet to get accustomed to a new ministry. Eventually, Station One grew in popularity among young adults outside of UCM. Now, almost half of Station One's congregation is composed of non-UCM attendees.

Chris Legaspi has been a Growth Group leader at GCF. He too has a burden to reach uninvolved young adults within GCF for discipleship and ministry. Having felt God's call to the ordained ministry, he is now pursuing a theology degree. The idea of an inter-church young adult ministry collaboration has been in his heart for as long what seems like two hundred years!

One evening, we all found ourselves in a conversation about a collaboration.

What began as an informal talk between three men on a Thursday night over a loaf of raisin bread, bananas and water, that eventually led to weeks of meeting, brainstorming, and so much prayer, culminating to nearly three hundred young adults from a little more than a dozen churches converging at last Saturday's LIFE PURSUITS INTER-CHURCH YOUNG ADULT CONFERENCE- the Lord has kept us all in the team overwhelmed!

From the initial "accidental" meeting of three men, the Lord raised a couple more equally passionate young adults (Mishael, Grace, Mackey- who've done much of the leg work at last Saturday's conference) who caught the vision and have taken on the challenge of exchanging the predominant "tribal/territorial" attitude (aka denominational loyalties) of their local churches for synergy and kingdom mentality, to do a work far larger than themselves; God-sized, so to speak. . With God forging friendship between us, we now seek to hear from the Spirit and look closely where He is taking us.

We shall all see where the Spirit takes us- the possibilities are endless!

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The Community of Faith Church's worship team opening the conference in a time of worship.
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Rainier, the Young Adult Ministry Director
of the Union Church shares the history and vision of Life Pursuits.
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Dr. David Cheung, speaking on the Cultural and Gospel Mandate.
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Antiheroes Band leading closing worship
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