Monday, May 2, 2016

A Praise for Jonathan

October 9, 2009.  Martha, Jonathan, and I were in the Philippine city of Cebu.  Early in the morning I left Martha at an International school where she took her day-long PSAT – pre-college entrance exam.  I then took Jonathan to a Pearson Testing center to take the CompTIA A+ certification exam, a test usually taken by college seniors seeking to become certified in computer troubleshooting and repair.  Jonathan was 13.

Months earlier I had concluded that computer hardware was one of Jonathan’s strengths.  For years our family endured Jonathan’s curiosity of taking things apart and attempting to put them back together.  Eventually he got good at it.  Before his 13th birthday, I bought 3 super thick college computer hardware textbooks and said, “Jonathan, see if you can work through these and we’ll see if you can pass the CompTIA exam.”  

Now I waited nervously in the Pearson Testing center reception room.  Jonathan was inside the next room at a computer terminal answering hundreds of questions.  After 3 hours, Jonathan came out.  As he did so, the testing supervisor gave a thumbs up.  Jonathan had passed.  He was now a certified computer repairman!  For the rest of his homeschooled high school, we emphasized computer courses.  

Soon after his 17th birthday, I enrolled Jonathan in college to earn an Associates degree in computer networking.  Midway through his 2nd year, Cisco Co. (the worlds supplier of networking equipment) hired him full time as a laboratory technician.  Last month, we got the good news that Cisco promoted him to work as a team member on a computer network security team.  It’s rare for Cisco to hire someone to this level of employment who is still a teenager.

This also marks a milestone of sorts for me.  All my children have now finished their formal education and hold professional jobs.  They are fully self-supporting.  Daddy’s wallet can rest.  Today I got teary-eyed as I talked about my kids to one of our pastors.  I’m so proud of each one of them.  God’s grace on them has been strong.  I’m super blessed.

Friday, April 15, 2016

Summer Days

April and May are the hottest months in the Philippines. It’s the later part of dry season and cloudless days heat the air and bake the ground.  By early June the rains begin and clouds blanket the country in shade.  For farmers, there’s not much to do until the rainy season comes and planting season begins.  

Because of the intense heat, April and May are also the months of summer break for schools.  Tin roofed buildings become ovens in the afternoon, just too hot to study.  Summer break is when churches (and missionaries) are quite busy with activities for the adults and programs for the kids.

During the past 3 weeks I have traveled from farms along the coast to bamboo homes in the mountains to conduct Bible trainings.  During the weeks ahead we will be busy with rice/vitamin distributions, Vacation Bible School, youth camp, weddings, associational meeting, and more Bible trainings.

On a sad note, Rev. Jun Ceballos (Feb. 20 and Aug. 3 blog postings) passed away this past Sunday morning after his kidney cancer returned about a year ago.  Just last month, his sweet wife was diagnosed with breast cancer.  They have 4 children who love their parents dearly.  Pray for them.

In the midst of sad events, hot days, and busy happenings, it takes effort to “be still and know that I am God.”  But Isaiah 26:3 reminds me, “You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You.”  Please pray for me, that during these summer days neither my mind nor my trust will waiver as I labor to serve the only One I cannot live without.

Monday, March 28, 2016

David and Andrea in the Philippines

The little house I live in has 2 rooms downstairs – a small living room that can comfortably seat about 6, and a kitchen with a table.  Upstairs has 3 rooms – my bedroom and 2 smaller rooms, one which I use for storage and the other for guests.  Up to now, my guests have been few, mostly pastors.  But this past 2 weeks, I was privileged to have David and his wife, Andrea, stay for 6 nights, followed by husband/wife missionary colleagues who stayed 2 nights.

I flew to Manila on Sunday, the 13th, to meet David and Andrea, this being Andrea’s first trip to Asia.  The next day, the three of us traveled 1 hour by boat to the famous island of Corregidor, where WW2 American forces made their last stand against an invading Japanese army.  Corregidor had been one of the premier military installations outside the U.S., complete with barracks, hotels, hospital, and recreation facilities.  The island was heavily fortified with large canons, air artillery, and a huge tunnel built deep into a mountain.  But Japanese bombings destroyed much of the fortifications, forcing Gen. MacArthur and the Allied forces to flee.  After more bombings, the island was retaken in 1945.  Today it is a top tourist attraction and a monument to the thousands who gave their lives to defend the Pacific islands.

On Tuesday morning, we visited the American Cemetery in Manila, the largest such cemetery in Asia.  Over 17,000 crosses layed in concentric circles mark the grave sites of Allied soldiers who fought in WW2.  In the center of the cemetery is a memorial walkway that lists over 36,000 soldiers who were missing in action, whose graves are “known only to God”.

As I returned to Iloilo on Tuesday evening, David and Andrea flew to the island of Palawan where they enjoyed 2 nights at a secluded beach resort that included a boat ride through the Puerto Princessa Subterranean River, recently proclaimed as one of the New 7 Natural Wonders of the World.  On Friday, they flew to Iloilo and we drove to Roxas City, our home from 1987 to 1995.  On Saturday morning, David and Andrea gave their testimonies to about 80 from our outreach near Roxas.  Andrea played Amazing Grace on her trumpet and gave quick trumpet lessons to some curious children.

On Sunday, Andrea again played her trumpet in morning worship as she and David again shared their testimonies.  During the week, we welcomed visitors to the house, as well as toured Iloilo, showing Andrea the places where David grew up.  On Thursday, David and Andrea took a day trip to a nearby island where they enjoyed snorkeling in amazingly clear waters.  It was obviously difficult to see them leave on Friday evening.

The next 2 days I enjoyed the fellowship of 2 missionary colleagues, which helped fill the void of David and Andrea’s absence.  But now the house is once again empty.  Projects are waiting for my attention, people needing to be visited, and ministry plans ready to be implemented.  But the past 2 weeks were very pleasant as we retraced moments from David’s past and anticipated joyful times in his future as he and Andrea continue their first year together.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Church in the Wildwood

A request from a pastor brought me to Lemery, a town I had not been to before.  The last several miles of road wound through tree covered mountains.  Arriving in Lemery, I located the small dirt road that traveled north toward the location of the church where I was to speak.

At the end of the road I was met by the pastor.  “Just follow me, sir,” he gleefully instructed.  The first part of the trail was through rice paddies.  Farmers build elevated mud paths in their rice fields primarily to contain rain water.  These paths are just barely wide enough for young nimble Filipino farmers to walk on.  But for big lumbering Americans they can be a real challenge to navigate.

After about a half mile of meandering through fields and forest, we arrived at the pastor’s house, a simple bamboo structure with a nepa roof.  Attached to the house was a kitchen – a concrete sink surrounded by rusted tin sheets.  Smoke billowed from the wood burning stove.  Food was being prepared.

After traveling for nearly 3 hours, nature was calling me.  The pastor embarrassingly directed me to the place where nature’s business was done.  Just beside a tree on a little piece of barren ground (but still in plane view of anyone who wanted to look) was a badly stained toilet bowl – just the bowl, surrounded by more discarded tin sheets, about waist high.  No water was in the bowl, just a hole.  (I don’t know why I bother to look!)  Fortunately I was able to do my business behind a more secluded tree.

Next the pastor’s house was the church building - an open, hollow block structure with tin roofs, some of which were fairly new.  The pastor explained, “When super Typhoon Hiayan passed through, it destroyed nearly everything here.  The government gave each family 8 tin roof sheets and we used ours to put on this church building.”

Government donated solar panels powered a little amplifier that the pastor used to summon the church members.  The children came first, eager to see the white American, a rare sight in these parts.  The parents and farmers followed.  About 30 people gathered in the small church structure, amused at the American who could speak their language.  For the rest of the morning and a couple of hours after lunch, I shared about God’s love to people who were hungry for it.

I guess these kind of places are my favorite.  Their lifestyle is simple, their needs are few, their values are strong.  It’s easy to see that one doesn’t really need much in order to live from day to day.  From the little hilltop we could breath the freshness of nearby plants, crops, and trees while observing small native-built houses on distant mountains. 

Best of all, the people here seem to care more about their spiritual life than folks in the city, where materialism, entertainment, and busyness seem to drown out any attempt God makes to speak to peoples’ hearts.  I hope, in the days to come, I can find more places like this, where the sky is clear and blue, and where hearts are open and ready, to fellowship with God.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016


Nearly 20 years ago, Mimi, along with her father, quietly sat on our couch as Jan interviewed her.  We were needing a “helper” – the local term for maid/cook, to replace Mimi’s older sister who had left for another job.  The father answered most of the questions as Mimi sat stoically, unsure about the prospects of working for foreigners.

But Mimi quickly adjusted, endearing herself to Sara and Hannah even though they were several years younger than Mimi.  Jan and I helped her get through college, after which she found other jobs to support herself.  But she remained close friends with Sara, Hannah, and Martha, spending many hours with them in our home.  Often their conversations would center around God’s work in their lives.
Mimi visiting Hannah and Martha in 2008
Mimi also became involved in our Bible studies and training programs, eventually leading trainings herself, especially with young people.  Blessed with a beautiful voice, she learned to lead worship in our church and at other activities.  After finishing a semester of graduate school, a cousin of Mimi’s offered her a job teaching English in a neighboring Asian country (for security reasons, I will not name that country).  Sensing God’s leadership, she left for that country in 2004, just before Jan and I were diagnosed with our cancers.

For the past 11 years, Mimi has supported herself in that Asian country teaching English in schools and as a private tutor.  With her earnings she has helped her parents purchase a house and lot.  But more importantly, Mimi has been a self-supporting missionary.  For several years she led worship and Sunday School in a church for Filipinos, helping that church to grow.  She also conducted Bible studies and fellowships in her apartment.  One of her favorite outreach tools is having nationals come to her apartment for English learning while using the Bible as the text and then communicating the gospel to them.

Last year, the Lord led Mimi to leave the Filipino church and to focus totally on reaching the native people of this Asian country with the gospel.  Through incredible circumstances, the Lord has led her to prominent nationals who have introduced Mimi to others. With her new friends and acquaintances, Mimi has started a house church, using her bathtub as a baptistery.  She just recently had our Philippine discipleship lessons translated into the local language.

Mimi loves the Lord and enjoys the challenge of enlarging God’s kingdom wherever He leads.  With her vivacious personality and humble spirit, she easily meets people and has become a dear friend to many.   But living alone in a foreign country is never an easy task, so please pray for Mimi as she continues to grow in her relationship with the Lord, finds new friends, counsels them, and disciples them.  And pray that God may raise up more people like Mimi, for whom making Christ known is a way of life.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

A Few Pictures

I seldom take pictures.  Don’t know why.  I like pictures.  But I also like simplicity and most cameras for me don’t fall in that category.  So I usually rely on pictures other people take.

The first 3 pictures are of some of our BOOST training graduates involved in Bible study.  Our current batch of trainees spend several hours each day in agricultural and Bible training, with the goal of returning to their homes to help their communities with both physical and spiritual needs.  Please pray with us for these trainees and our previous graduates that they will remain faithful to God’s calling and diligent to grow in their relationship with our Lord, Jesus Christ.
 The next 4 pictures were taken 2 weeks ago when 100 dolls made by ladies from Putnam City Baptist Church in Oklahoma City were given out to needy children from Agaho, a village nearly destroyed by  typhoon Haiyan a couple of years ago.  Please pray for Pastor Ronald and our other volunteers who minister there every Saturday. Pray for the children, their parents, and for leaders to rise from the newly formed church.

The last 2 pictures are of me at a Bible study, and a morning sunrise lighting the way for fishermen as the make their way to work.  Well, at least I can take a picture when I think about it!

Thursday, January 14, 2016

To My Fallen Feline

In today's world of turmoil and hardships, forgive me in advance for sharing a trivial little story.  But a tragic event happened to me today.  

My cat died!

She wasn’t really MY cat, but she seemed to favor my house over the others, maybe because of my pleasant disposition toward animals, or maybe because I fed her well (far more likely!).

The little subdivision I live in of 20 houses doesn’t allow dogs, for which I’m grateful.  I love dogs, but dogs in the Philippines are allowed to roam freely and they multiply faster than rabbits.  In my neighborhood, stray cats have filled the void.  Of course, cats aren’t much better at limiting their reproduction, but at least they don’t make as much noise and leave as much of a mess as dogs.

The house I rent had been vacant for several months before I moved in.  A stray mother cat had already chosen a spot at the back of the house to raise her litter.  The little rats (kittens) looked so cute.  Before they knew enough to be afraid, I took one of them inside the house one day to wipe off some dirt that it had gotten into.  Turns out, this is the one that became “my” cat.

As she grew, she never let me touch her.  She’d hiss at me if I got too close.  But I’ve been hissed at plenty of times before, so I didn’t take it personally.  Still, she seemed to ‘enjoy’ hanging around my house, so I began to feed her little scraps of food, sometimes coaxing her to come inside the kitchen while she ate.  Us empty-nesters can get desperate for company.

Before her first birthday, she became pregnant, without my permission of course.  Her place of choice to give birth was on a shelf just outside the kitchen door.  Smart cat.  She deposited her litter on top of a box of books that I should have wrapped in plastic.  Those kittens grew and eventually scattered.  From then on, it seemed my promiscuous pet stayed perpetually pregnant.  By November she had her third litter of kittens and, just after Christmas day, they scattered.

A couple of days ago I saw her sleeping on top of the shelf.  She didn’t jump down like she normally would, and park herself outside the kitchen door waiting patiently for her reward.  Now her breathing was labored.  I would sometimes see her and the other cats eating thrown out food from nearby houses, so I suspect someone threw out spoiled food that wasn’t intended for cats to eat.  When I went out this morning, she had expired.

I didn’t weep over her like I wept over my first dog Diamond who died when I was 7 years old.  I didn’t give her a decent burial or even write a poem about her.  I certainly didn’t pray for her.  Gosh, I never even gave her a name.  But in our world of depravity and chaos, these little side events make interesting stories.  Next entry, back to more serious matters.