Tears – Part 2 Editor’s Thoughts: ……………………………….. “Tears A-Plenty” ……………….. Ardys Joy Caballero-Gadia
Tears and Dreams …………………………………………………………..…….. Doreen Magbanua Coriana Storms and Tears …………………………………...…………………………….… Victor Llamos Paradero, Jr Tears At The Hilltop …………………………………………….…….. by Random MVC Alumni Members 16 Versus 61 Tears ……………………………………………………………… Loeweliey Omes Campanero
SULADS Corner: ………………………………... ….…….. “Reunion” ……….…………….…Sulad James A. Subigca Patch of Weeds: ……………….……………………………………………….…..…….……………….…….. Jesse Colegado LIFE of a Missionary: ……..…………………. “Hari Kemerdakaan ” ……….……………….…….. Romy Halasan
CLOSING: Announcements |From The Mail Bag| Prayer Requests | Acknowledgements Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts | Miscellaneous
“Tears A-Plenty” Ardys Joy Caballero-Gadia, BSN’91
ave you experienced having it all in one day and having nothing the next? Being happy one moment and being crushed the next? At the top of the food chain one second and at the bottom the next?
The kingdom was experiencing years of peace and plenty. The group of young royals knew the kingdom had no worries, no enemies. The Crown Prince, the son of King Jehoiakim, led the other young royals in their laissez-faire attitude and fast, exciting lifestyle honing their “bad boy” image and laughing about their exploits. Prince Daniel and the 3 other princes did not join them. Mocked as the “boring royals,” these four had purposed in their hearts that they will serve the God of Heaven. Royal watchers wondered which of the young royals would influence the kingdom when their time came. But alas, that same day the kingdom got attacked by the fierce Babylonians. Many were killed. Homes were burned. And the best-looking royals were taken as captives. One day they were at the top of their world: admired, future rulers of the kingdom, the next moment they were either dead or slaves. One day they had choices in transportations, the next day they were beginning a few months’ long walk across a hot desert to a foreign land, their freedom gone. One day they had a bright future, the next they did not. I can imagine how the “fun, partying” royals must have bitterly raged about their plight, how bitterly they cried and cursed in anger, and how Prince Daniel and his friends reminded themselves that God would never leave them or forsake them. The cities of Judah burned behind them as they young royals were tied, shoved and kicked. All their lives they were trained to rule the kingdom, taught that the future of the kingdom was theirs. But now, quite literally, their hands were tied and foreign soldiers did not hesitate to kill when provoked. I can only imagine the number of tears they cried. Hands and necks tied, the captives were pulled by oxen had to move at the same pace. There was no lagging behind or resting. I can imagine how the anguished cries of the slaughtered -- their elders, their family and friends imprinted in their memories. There was nothing they could do. The Temple, the place where God’s presence was seen and felt, was burning, its blaze reminded them that everything was gone. I can imagine the fury of the “fun” royals. And I imagine they voiced their fury. I can also imagine the four Hebrews’ baffled feelings on why God had allowed this to happen to His temple and to His people. I imagine both groups of royals cried a lot of tears especially when they spotted the golden vessels from the temple being carelessly carted away like spoils of war; the golden candle sticks, the ark of the covenant …. “Guys, no matter what - let’s never forget who we are.” I can imagine one of the four whisper words of encouragement to the other three as they rested on the roadside that first night.
“Remember! Our names mean something. God is my Judge (meaning of Daniel’s name), “God of Grace” (meaning of Hananiah’s name), “Yahweh has helped” (meaning of Azariah’s name), and “Who is like God?” (meaning of Mishael’s name). Little did they know that as part of the Project Cultural Re-Programming, the king of Babylon would change their names so that ties to their old kingdom and their families would be cut off. They would lose the names their parents gave them, the names that they have been called all their lives, their identiy. They would lose names that showed their dedication to the God of Heaven. Little did they know that the new names the king would give them would be in honor of the pagan gods of their captors. Daniel (“God is my Judge”) would become Belteshazzar in honor of the god Marak-Bel. Hananiah (“God of Grace”) would become Shadrach in honor of the Sumerian moon god Aku. Mishael (“Who is like God?”) would become Meshach which is Babylonian for “Who is like Aku?” Azariah (“Yahweh has helped”) would become Abednego in honor of Nabu, the god of wisdom. Then the young royals were castrated. While all the males in Babylon wore beards as a symbol of their power and rank, the captives were made into eunuchs – slaves, property, not men, thus not allowed any beard. They were simply highly trained, highly intelligent beings there to serve according to the will of the Babylonian king. They could not even have a family. So, what else was there left for them, really? Everything else was stripped away! And I am sure all the former young royals, now slaves and eunuchs, cried a lot of tears. If you are in a situation right now where you feel you have lost so much, take heart! Others before us have experienced greater loss. Daniel and his three friends did. Jesus gave us all of Heaven to become human so that He could die in our place. If you are in a situation right now where you find yourself pouring out rivers of tears – know that you are not alone. It might not feel like it to you, but in truth, God is still right there beside you – He sees and knows what is going on. Reach out to Him for comfort, for help. Also know that you have choices: you do not need to become a product of your current circumstances. Today, we will hear about MVCians who found themselves gushing rivers of tears while at the Hilltop. Hear their stories and see how those tearful incidents helped them become who they are today -- strong pillars of their respective communities and leaders in their own fields. May you be blessed and encouraged with this week’s issue. This is “Tears – Part 2.” Part 1 was released on May 25, 2017.
“Tears and Dreams” Doreen Magbanua Coriana
t was 1980 when my world crashed. I was a happy teenager one minute and the next minute the harsh reality of life flooded me. It was at this time that my classmates and I were excitedly preparing to leave for Iligan City where we would begin our clinical training. I was looking forward to being a nurse--this was my greatest dream, my ambition in life. Instead, while my classmates were boarding jeepneys to leave for Iligan City, I was bawling my eyes out in Jubilee Park. I had just learned that my father had lost his job and my parents had sent word to MVC instructing the college that I was to go home because they could no longer pay for my education. I was so close to graduation – why was I having this crushing disappointment now? I was staying at the home of Eddie and Ellen Zamora at that time, babysitting their daughter Karen who was about 2 or 3 years old. I was also looking for solutions so I could stay in school and become a nurse. Like some college students, I had a boyfriend in MVC and in desperation, I ask him if he would marry me so that I wouldn’t have to go home but he refused because he himself was a new graduate looking for a job. Then I went to Dr. Rey, an ENT Peace Corp volunteer working on campus, and asked if there was anything he or his organization could do to help me. He said no – they had already given out all the scholarships. I also asked friends and faculty for help in finding solutions. Finally, with no other options left, I had to leave MVC and go home; it was time to face reality. When I got home, things were not easy. I got married to a non-SDA Chinese from Negros, the son of a local businessman. We were both young. He was a nice person but was not ready for responsibilities. Life was bitter. My Christian lifestyle dwindled in the struggle. It was during this time that my boyfriend from MVC came to visit but I was already married with a child. Four years after getting married, I went back to school. In 1987, I completed my nursing education. By this time, I had two children, was a single mom, and I continued to struggle with my spirituality, working to hold on to whatever foundation I had, fighting to survive. I adopted my mother’s habit of reading about miracles before going to sleep and getting up early each morning to pray. After getting my nursing license, I worked as a nurse in Saudi Arabia for a few years then moved to Kuwait. In 2006, while still working in Kuwait, I came to the United States to visit and to attend
an MVCSN Alumni Grand Reunion in Florida. It was there that I met my dear Ate Ellen Zamora again after more than 30 years. She introduced me to an MVCian classmate who was now divorced. Little did she know that I had a crush on him when we were in MVC but I never caught his eye because he was quite a popular student on campus. During my visit, I also met up with many friends and relatives, renewing many friendships which I so treasure today. So, after working 15 years in Kuwait, I moved to the United States. I currently live in Chicago with my youngest daughter, Danielle Isabelle, who is now 18 years old and my source of great joy. Looking back, I see that my life has been full of heartaches and difficulties. But I also see that I have so much to be thankful for! For example: I may have not completed my education at MVC in 1982 like I planned. But I am now a registered nurse, a graduate of Riverside College in Bacolod City in 1987. My son John Ray Young earned his nursing degree from Central Philippine Adventist College (CPAC) in 2015. He married his college sweetheart Kathy Poblacion and they live happily in Canada. My daughter Goldy Young married Henry Sheldon Cuyuca, a son and nephew of MVC alumni. Both my daughter-in-law and my son-in-law are Seventh-day Adventists. Together with my children, they are faithful in their beliefs. I have three wonderful children whom I am so proud of. Through it all, I can attest that God is always good and that life goes on. Things could have been worse – and I see that every day through my less fortunate clients who live a life of violence and strife. Some of my patients are as young as 13 years old, their bodies riddled with bullet wounds, some of the damage permanent. They lie there, fighting for their lives. I look around me and realize that things could have been far worse in my life, but I was spared. I would like to encourage and inspire young people whose ambition may have been cut short by unavoidable circumstances. I would like to tell them that they too can survive and that there is always something better for those who do not let go of their dreams! Doreen Magbanua Coriana, a member of MVCSN’s class of 1982, writes from the Chicago, IL, where she SHINES ON as a Registered Nurse in a post-anesthesia recovery unit of the top Level 1 Trauma Center in the State of Illinois. She enjoys spending time with her family, her friends and reaching out to the community.
“Storms and Tears” Victor Llamos Paradero, Jr
ears gushed out of my eyes. I had never been so humiliated before and in such a public place! I had never been so tired and hungry either!
I was new at MVC, a full time working student assigned to Sir Fernando’s team that semester. We had a buddy system and my supervisor assigned me as the buddy of Randy who was a driver at the motor pool. That day, as the rains were threatening to fall, the two of us rushed to haul as many sacks of newly harvested corn from the field to the barn. It was a gloomy day with some dark clouds rolling in and an occasional thunder rumbling. We did not take any breaks. We could not afford to take breaks. The need was urgent to move the corn from the field to the sheltered barn. We were also hungry and tired. I was not fully registered for school yet at this time. Enrollment was going on and I was processing my papers. My plan was to work hard so that I would earn enough to pay for my education but also have a little bit of extra amount for my needs. However, since my registration was not completed yet, I have not been issued any meal tickets. “Don’t worry about it,” said my roommate Kuya Gil Ed Oliverio who handed me his meal ticket. He was going home to Cebu for a while and said I could use his ticket. Grateful and glad, I went to the cafeteria that fateful day looking forward to eating a hot meal. I had never been very hungry like today so I ordered three servings of rice (tri-full) and whatever else was being served. At the end of the food service line, I handed the meal ticket to the puncher. She glanced at the ticket I handed and immediately her eyes widened. Apparently Kuya Gil Ed was rather popular and she was certain that I was not him! “Hey! This isn’t your ticket!” her loud voice sliced through the normal cafeteria sounds. Suddenly, everyone went quiet. Everyone turned to see what was going on. Everyone stopped what he was doing and stared at the unfolding events. “You can’t use other peoples’ tickets! Put your tray back! You can’t do this!” She spoke in a loud voice and proceeded to pull my tray from me.
I was horrified, humiliated, and oh, so very hungry and tired too. I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at us, witnessing my humiliation; they certainly heard her loud voice! There was nothing I could do. After one more look at the food, I let go of my tray which was full of rice and sud-an. I waited for her to hand me back my friend’s ticket but she kept it, refusing to give it back. She certainly seemed to enjoy being in charge. Being young, innocent and very new at MVC, I didn’t know what else to do or who else to turn to for help. So I just turned around and walked away in shame. Tears of anger and humiliation gushed out of my eyes; I didn’t even realize I was crying. I only knew I wouldn’t eat that day. I had no idea when I would get to eat. I also thought of that person at the cafeteria and wondered why she couldn’t have been kinder especially since it was the start of the semester and newbies like me didn’t know the rules. I walked away knowing I would always remember this incident, and thinking that kindness would have gone a long way.
t the rear of the cafeteria, among the pile of firewood, I sat by myself deeply contemplating all that had happened so far. I thought of the bahaw (stale rice) at home that we often wasted because we preferred a pot of freshly cooked rice. I remembered that no matter how poor our family was, we never ran out of food; there was always rice in the pot. And whenever one of us would get hungry, we could simply help ourselves to the food and everybody was fine with that. But now, here in MVC where I was new and didn’t know many people, things were so harsh. My stomach growled and hunger pangs gnawed at my intestines. How was one to survive this place? I was so lost in thought that I did not notice Randy who had worked with me that day hauling corn from the fields and taking them to the barn. “Bai, where’s your plate?” Randy called out to me. “Have you eaten already? Man! That was fast! I am not even halfway done with my food!” “Nah!” I tried to appear nonchalant. “Some girl in the cafeteria took my food and the ticket away. I mumbled something about certain things not being permitted. But nah – that’s fine. I’m not hungry. I’m still full. What I was worried about was the ticket – what if Kuya Gil gets mad because I gave away in his ticket and I couldn’t get it back!”
With a slight frown on his face, Randy listened to what I said. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” he said as he went back to the cafeteria. From afar, I saw Randy speak with the girl who took the ticket. I didn’t really care; I was too upset. I thought about how unfair the people of MVC were, that if a person were dirt poor like myself, MVCians were quick to scold, condemn, and even withhold food. At that moment, I harbored a lot of anger and had lost my appetite. Soon enough, Randy returned with a happy grin. Not only did he bring me back the ticket but he also brought me a whole plate full of food! He urged me to eat. But I really wasn’t hungry anymore. “Bai, you better eat. We still have a lot of corn to haul from the field today. It would be best if our bellies are full,” Randy urged. At that point, my tears started gushing out again. I could not hold them back as I thought of how unfairly poor people get treated. Years have passed and I have graduated from MVC. I do not remember much about that girl in the cafeteria who treated me so badly. I have forgiven her and have let that go. However, this experience is one of the most unforgettable experience I have had at MVC – and I have had many unforgettable ones. Today, as I look back I am grateful because I have weathered much and the storms have made me stronger. Editor’s Note: Victor Llamos Paradero, Jr writes from MVC campus where he SHINES ON as a leader and mentor of the active duty sulads as well as the evangelist for the sulad team.
Note from a CF Reader in Redlands, CA. Name withheld per request: Victor, take heart, you are not the only one with that experience. I too experienced something similar! I was away from the campus for a year and a half and had just returned the night before. With me was my wife and a one and a half-year-old son. We had no food at the home assigned to us so I went to the cafeteria while breakfast was being served hoping to buy some food. I took the “back door” direct to the food service line. A pretty young student, obviously a new person, met me and asked what it was I wanted. I told her I wanted to buy some food. She said no, I should fall in line with the rest of the students from the boys’ dorm. Fortunately, a student recognized me and told the new student that I was a faculty member and should be allowed to buy food without falling in line. The new student was kind of embarrassed but with a smile she served me. We became very good friends from that time on, and I treasure that encounter we had. She took nursing and took a couple of my classes. She currently shines on, I believe, in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Tears At The Hilltop By Random MVC Alumni Members
Jyn Bem Claveria: In 1987, I chose to finish my studies first than to continue my relationship with my boyfriend. So, drums of tears flowed when I saw him courting my roommate and again when they became a couple while he blocked all my admirers and would not allow me to entertain any suitor. I survived those years. But after graduation in 1991, he came back to me, we reconciled, and got married. Life is happily ever after!
Helen J. Lapad-Meliston: Witness ko ani nga love life ba...hehehe Marylou Maquiling Dolotallas: Wow! Kamo gid bem for each other. Congratulations for being a very successful couple and parents to your kids! Jun Suma: Some more stories and tales please like that of Jyn Bem Claveria
Glady Jean Dela PeĂąa: Tears because I was confined at the Sanitarium and my family was too far to visit me. Tears flowed because of the food they serve at the cafeteria. Tears flowed because of the brown muddy water that we had to sometimes bathe with. But still I love and miss MVC. The memories.
Darlene Gersava Sabandal [translated]: That time I almost died at MVC. I had ameobiasis with all the classic symptoms. I had been admitted in the Stahle Memorial Clinic and was misdiagnosed with UTI. I had been there for a couple of days but was progressively getting weaker each day. When Sir Willie Jondonero heard about it, he rushed me to the Valencia Sanitarium. It was in the middle of the night, I was profusely vomiting and had a lot of blood in my stool. When I arrived, the doctor at the Sanitarium told us that if I came 30 minutes later I may have died from severe dehydration. The doctor told me to stop taking the meds for UTI and ordered me to return them all to the MVC Clinic. I owe Sir Willie a lot; God used him to save my life.
Ruby Tonacao Campos: Tears. When one of my grades was wrongly entered by one professor. Instead of A-, he entered B-. The teacher had already left for the US when I discovered it. There was nothing I could do. There was no FB at that time. I was helpless as a student. I cried hard because it was a hard-earned grade which I know I deserved. So, until now, I donâ€™t like to see my MVC Transcript of Records because of that B- in there on one of my favorite subjects. It hurt!
Mila Corpin Mendez: Tears? Because of loneliness. It was my birthday and no one greeted me Maryjane Lotilla (translated): TEARS. The tears came when I ran out of meal ticket and didn’t know how I was going to get my meals. The tears came when I run out of soap and toiletries; tears flowed as I scavenged for scraps of soap left at the sinks at the dorm, lumping them all together into one multi-colored ball. I am grateful for the guava tree behind the house of Pastor Paypa for that is where I eased the gnawing hunger in my belly. Yes, I’ve had tearful but memorable memories of MVC.
Ruby Tonacao Campos: I can relate to that experience. hehehe, old dorm Donna S. Moura: High School Senior Year... I broke my left leg while driving my motorcycle from the River up to the College... I collided with a jeepney and had to be transported from the clinic to Cagayan and gosh gee whiz the roads were rough and the pain was excruciating! Yup there were... Tears.
Leah A. Salloman: Tears...when it was my first time away from home and I had nobody else to express my longings to … except the locker of my room.
Jèâñny Gúlfān: Tears of joy when Dad Rowland told me to go see then Sir Jonathan Navales and tell him that I'm one of those listed for their sponsorship.
Rosie Abraham: I cried my first week at MVC because they had sayote for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was not accustomed to not having meat. Now, I miss MVC life. I always tell my husband that if the Lord rolls back the time and I am still in my 40s and asked what will I do for a job? I would gladly go back to MVC and teach! Teaching at MVC was the best experience I had. I miss my students and knowing what they have achieved in life. Reflecting today on it all, those memories bring tears to my eyes. Thank you Pastor A. Gayao and Dr. G. Ellacer! I went to MVC to study but you kept telling me that there are students who cannot graduate that October unless I teach the subjects they badly need. So I taught. And what a pleasant experience! Now, I have tears of joy as I recall those happy days at MVC!
16 versus 61 Tears Leoweliey Omes Campanero
e were all gathered in the dining room of Miss Rallos’ home, a mismatched assortment of students who called ourselves “the Rallos Clan.” As is normal in some mornings when we did not have early classes, we would all gather for breakfast and catch up on what was happening in each other’s lives. We had a few high school kids among us (Dadak Sanes, Totsy Montesclaros and her older brother Bongkoy), a few college upperclassmen (Ate Lucy Rallos, Naomi Jardiniano), and the rest of us who were in between (Joy Caballero-Gadia, Manuella Rallos, Edith, myself and a few others). During these times, Mommy Rallos would join in the conversation, ask us questions, or just burst out laughing. We were all close friends. One day Mommy Rallos’ voice suddenly changed into her angry tone and she started scolding me in front of everybody. Apparently, she had discovered my secret! She found out that I, a 16-yearold full time working student, had a boyfriend on campus! It did not help that he, too, was a fulltime working student. Her words were harsh, laced with worry that neither the boy nor I would finish our education. She exclaimed that it would be such a waste for such hard working, promising young people to throw away their chance for an education. Why couldn’t kids these days just wait until after graduation to look for a sweetheart, she mused out loud, clearly angry and frustrated. She went on reprimanding me for my little love affair and demanding that I terminate it immediately! Suddenly, she stood up and headed for the phone. She was going to summon the poor boy over so I could terminate the friendship in front of her. Tears silently flowed from my eyes. I bowed my head and allowed the storm to pass. What 16-year-old would willingly break up with her boyfriend just because someone tells her to? Everyone else in the dining room had stopped talking and was looking first at Mommy Rallos and then me, full of concern. Hands on her hips, she stopped, turned around and walked back towards me. Then standing in front of me, hands shaking and eyes filled with disappointment she said the words that will forever be stuck in my mind. She said, “Ay abaw Neneng! 16 ka pa lang nag nobyo-nobya ka na! Ako gani nga 61 na, wala pa gani ko nobyo!” (Oh Neneng! You’re just 16 and you have a boyfriend! I am 61 and don’t even have one!) Suddenly all the Rallos Clan burst out in laughter! And I cried even harder. Thanks to my dear Mommy Rallos, I am who I am today because of her great influence. I am married to a wonderful man who happens to be an Adventist Pastor. I teach at a church school. Our children are in high school and college, the same age I was when this incident happened.
(L-R) : Loeweliey Omes Campanero with hubby Pastor Campanero, Naomi Jardiniano with hubby Raffy Mannasian, Lucy Rallos Genovia (hubby Sammy not in photo) and Joy Orquesta Reyno (hubby Frank not in photo).
Joy Caballero-Gadia: HEE HEE! I remember that day! Sorry for laughing. It was so funny the way Lola Rallos said it, add that she said it in her Ilonggo tune (accent), like she was singing! It was just as funny as when you were working so hard to teach Mani how to speak Cebuano just so she could go with you to the Ministerial Outing--Lola Rallos cried in laughter that day! Yea, we had fun being part of the beautiful Rallos Clan even though we all got scolded from time to time. I miss Lola Rallos so much, too, Ate Neng. Loeweliey Omes Campanero: [translated] Yes Joy, we had so much fun in the Rallos Clan. We were scolded a lot and fed a lot. The severity of our scolding was usually proportional to the amount of food she would make us eat after we got our scolding! HAHAH! How I wish we could have a reunion, all of us in the Rallos Clan. Naomi Jardiniano: Ai abaw! I was an eye witness to this 16 versus 61 comment! I thought I would die laughing, Neneng! That was so funny! Then Ate Leah adds, “ahay, poor thing.” and everyone bursts out in laughter again. We really had pleasant experiences at MVC that made us who we are today. In our work, in our families, in the places that we have been to. Thank you so much beloved Rallos Clan for so much. I miss each and every one of you! Jocelyn Orquesta Reyno: Haha we secretly called Ma’am Rallos “erring” because she moved so quietly you wouldn’t know when she is standing right behind you at the food service counter in the cafeteria. Another name we coined as students as “bagyo” because when she scolded people it sure was like being hit by a storm! Naomi Jardiniano: Ai abaw! Maybe if we gathered all our tears it wouldn’t all fit in a big drum. It would overflow because we all shed a lot of tears back then. But God in His mercy helped us through it all. God is good all the time! Loeweliey Omes Campanero writes from Iligan City where she SHINES ON as a church school teacher, a minister’s wife and a mom. She and her husband enjoy a close-knit family and are involved in many community outreach endeavors.
SULADS’ Corner: “Reunion” James A. Subigca, Sulads Field Supervisor. Surigao del Sur Cluster
uya Eddie Cablay had just been released from prison. He went straight to home expecting to be reunited with his family. But when he got home, his wife and children had left without a trace. He learned from the neighbors that they left days after his imprisonment, fearing retaliation from the victim’s bereaved family. His heart sank and pain engulfed him. His wife had gone to Manila and his sons were scattered in different places which he didn't know. With great regrets, he understood the consequences of his actions. Years passed but no news came about his family. He left his town and went to live in Bitaugan. There he befriended the two SULADS missionaries who encouraged him to repent and follow Christ. It was also around this time that the sulad missionaries of Surigao Cluster agreed to conduct groundwork at Bato and they invited Arjohn Maca, a SULADS product, and other youth of Bitaugan to come join the work. Arjohn came and brought with him a friend named Christian. Friday, day to start the groundwork, came. The missionaries together with Arjohn, Christian and the other youth started their journey from Carromata to Bato. Renaldo, another SULADS product, and Kuya Eddie Cablay also started their trek from Bitaugan to Patong where they would ride a “skylab” (motorcycle with wooden wings) to Carromata. Together, they would attend the friendship camp at the Northeastern Mindanao Academy (NEMA). When the two groups met, tears gushed from Kuya Eddie’s eyes as he gazed at Christian whom he recognized as his son. Father and son tearfully rushed to each other with big hugs. “Sorry anak (son)”, was all that Kuya Eddie kept saying as they hugged. We could see how thankful and grateful he was for this God-given gift of being reunited with his son. Christian also felt the same way as his father. He could hardly believe this was real. He never thought that he would get to see his father again. For many years, he thought he had no father. Now, he thanked the Lord for this providence.
The groundwork was successful. Kuya Eddie continues living in Bitaugan, serving and worshipping God. He was baptized at the Friendship Camp at NEMA last May; he is one of the active and supportive members of the church. Christian continues his studies together with Arjohn. They faithfully serve God in their school by being the light towards their classmates and schoolmates. “Cast all your cares upon Him for He careth for you.” 1 Peter 5:7. © SULADS International, Inc. If you would like to support this mission program dedicated to taking the Gospel to the people of Mindanao, please write a check to Gospel Outreach. Mark it for the SULADS and send it to: Gospel Outreach P.O. Box 8 College Place, WA 99324 You may also donate to the SULADS using your credit card by logging on to Gospel Outreach's donation site (http://www.goaim.org/) and follow the directions. Again, mark it for SULADS. If you would prefer, you may write your check to the General Conference of SDA and mark the donation for SULADS and send it to: General Conference of SDA Donations 12501 Old Columbia Pike Silver Spring, MD 20904 Thank you for your support of this very important project. If you do not want to receive any more newsletters, Unsubscribe To update your preferences and to unsubscribe visit this link Forward a Message to Someone this
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"Oh, Mom, I tried to make Grandma's meat loaf for dinner tonight, and it's just awful! I followed the recipe exactly, and I know I have the recipe right because it's the one you gave me. But it just didn't come out right, and I'm so upset. I wanted this to be so special for George because he loves meat loaf. What could have gone wrong?" Her mother replied soothingly, "Well, dear, let's go through the recipe. You read it out loud and tell me exactly what you did at each step, and together we'll figure it out." "Okay," the bride sniffled. "Well, it starts out, 'Take fifty cents worth of ground beef'..." (from Mikey's Funnies)
When the Wrong Place is the Right Place By Gwen Smith O Lord, I will honor and praise your name, for you are my God. You do such wonderful things! You planned them long ago, and now you have accomplished them. (Isaiah 25:1, NLT) Friend to Friend t is completely normal for me to run late. Especially when I'm trying to catch a flight. On this particular day after, however, I arrived at the airport much earlier than normal.
I was faced with a dilemma, pay $75 and get home two hours earlier, or save the money and enjoy some time to relax and reflect on the conference I had just left. Not feeling that I could justify the added expense, I checked my luggage, went through security, and boarded the train that would take me to my gate in terminal B. With time to kill and a tummy to fill, I eyed the TGI Friday's located near my gate, B21, then walked into the restaurant. The hostess led me toward the back room to be seated. "Can I sit here instead?" I asked as we passed by a tiny booth in the middle of the restaurant. "Sure!" She replied. "Your server will be with you in a moment." A beautiful young woman named Bria greeted me. She liked my hair. I liked her friendliness. She told me about her two littles - a boy and a girl who are two and three. I told her about my teenagers who are growing up far too fast. We shared smiles and conversation then she took my drink order while I turned my attention to the menu. After she returned with my drink and recommended the salmon, I told her that I would be praying for my meal and asked her if there was anything I could pray for her about. "Yes!" She said, seeming somewhat amazed that I had asked. "That would be great. My husband has a court date this week and we really need prayer." She had tears in her eyes. "What's your husband's name?" "Jerry." She continued to wait on tables. I prayed. Coming back to the table, she asked me what I do for a living. I told her. "What is your husband going to court for?" I asked.
Serious face. "He was just doing a favor for a friend. The lawyers can't even believe he was chargedâ€Ś but, it's a really bad situation." "If convicted, how long could he possibly be in prison?" I asked gently. "10-20 years," she said with eyes that searched mine for hope. "I'm really scared." "Oh, man. I'm sorry Bria. That's hard stuff." She waited on a few more customers. I prayed. We chatted with every table visit and I told her that I would send her a few items to encourage her. Hungry for hope, she promised to email. She waited on a few more customers. I prayed. When she brought my check she looked me in the eye, leaned in close and softly said, "This morning I prayed and asked God to send me a sign." Then she leaned in a little closer and said, "I believe you are my sign. Thank you so much." Wow. Chill bumps. I agreed and told her that the Lord surely wants her to know that she is loved and that He is listening. We said goodbye as new friends, knowing that we had both just experienced God. I paid my bill and headed to my gate: B21. I was early for my flight so I wasn't surprised to see that the gate board did not say that the next flight was to Charlotte. After a few minutes, I looked up and realized the flight on the board was too close to my flight time to make sense. So, I pulled out my ticket and looked at my gate number. D21. My ticket said D21. I was supposed to be at gate D21. That's in a completely different terminal. No. Way. And right away I knew. I knew that the LORD had me arrive at the airport early. I knew that the LORD led me to pass up the earlier flight. I knew that the LORD had placed B21 in my mind so that I would go to terminal B and connect with Bria. Before heading to the train that would take me to the D terminal, I ran back into TGI Friday's to find her. "Bria! Just wanted to let you know that my gate is D21. For some reason, I thought I was flying out of B21. You're the reason. God really DID send me to be your sign. He's listening." Oh, the look she gave me. Does God really hear our prayers? You bet He does. My chill bumps had chill bumps. HIS grace held us close as we hugged and said another quick goodbye. Then I headed to terminal D with a fresh awe for a God that loves so much.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. (Luke 12:6-7, ESV) Let's Pray Dear Lord, You are such a personal, loving God! Who am I that You would see, know and care about me? Yet, You do! Thank You for Your love. Thank You for hearing me when I pray. Help me to rest in Your love, trust Your plan and move in Your leading. In Jesus' name, Amen. Now It's Your Turn Read Psalm 18:6, "In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears." (ESV) How has God been attentive and responsive to your prayers in the past? How can and should the truth of His love for you affect your current challenges? Grab your journal and hash it out, or swing by my blog or Facebook page to discuss it further and encourage one another. (as seen in Girlfriends in God)
Exams in Heaven
en-year-old Bob trembled as he stood before the teacher, holding an examination paper she had handed back to him. His entire appearance expressed his disappointment and discouragement with his achievement. Winking back the tears, he looked up at his teacher wistfully as he said, “There won’t be any examinations in heaven, will there?” With tears in her own eyes, the teacher replied, “No, Bob, not the kind you are thinking of.” As he left, she thought of his record in heaven. He tried so hard! Surely he was making a good record in those books up there, even if her grade book did have a list of failures after his name. She wondered, too, if she would pass her heavenly examination with as good a record as Bob’s. Yes, there are examinations in heaven. When we hand in our papers here, an imperfect human teacher judges their worth. There God Himself, who never makes a mistake, will judge our records. When this final examination day comes, there is a way by which we may be sure we will be found acceptable before God. Peter said, “Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord.” Acts 3:19 —By Helen Marquardt, Present Truth, Vol. 26, No. 18. (from Signs of the Times Newsletter)
y five-year-old daughter, Kayse, grew more and more excited about her first day of kindergarten, and her three-year-old sister, Jayme, watched her with great fascination.
On the Sunday before the first day of school, Kayse fell and skinned her knee. Tears began to flow, and Jayme, seeing the blood on her big sister's knee, tried to comfort her by saying: "Don't worry, Kayse, if you die, you'll go to heaven." But Kayse wailed even more. "I don't want to go to heaven," she said. "I want to go to kindergarten!" (from Da Mouse Tracks)
Tears are a Language God Understands Often you wonder why tears come into your eyes And burdens seem to be much more than you can stand But God is standing near, He sees your falling tears Tears are a language God understands. God sees the tears of a brokenhearted soul He sees your tears and hears them when they fall God weeps along with man and takes him by the hand Tears are a language God understands. When grief has left you low it causes tears to flow And things have not turned out the way that you had planned But God wonâ€™t forget you His promises are true Tears are a language God understands. God sees the tears of a brokenhearted soul He sees your tears and hears them when they fall God weeps along with man and takes him by the hand Tears are a language God understands. (by the Heritage Singers)
he girl came running in tears to her father. "Dad, you gave me some terrible financial advice!" she cried.
"I did? What did I tell you?" said the dad. "You told me to put my money in that big bank, and now that big bank is in trouble." "What are you talking about? That's one of the largest banks in the world," he said. "Surely there must be some mistake." "I don't think so," she sniffed. "They just returned one of my checks with a note saying, 'Insufficient Funds'."
Someone is Praying for You Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you. So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two. Remember someone is praying for you. Have the crowds round you gathered in the midst of the storm? Is your ship tossed and battered are you weary and worn Don’t lose hope someone’s praying for you this very day And peace be still is already on the way. Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you. So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two. Remember someone is praying for you. When it seems that you’ve prayed ‘til your strength is all gone And your tears fall like raindrops all the day long He cares and He knows just how much you can bear He’ll speak your name to someone in prayer. Someone is praying for you, someone is praying for you. So when it seems you’re all alone, and your heart will break in two. Remember someone is praying for you. Remember someone is praying for you.
Sheltered in the Arms of God I feel the touch of hands so kind and gentle, They’re leading me in paths that I must trod; I have no fear when Jesus walks beside me, For I’m sheltered in the arms of God. So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They won’t worry me for I’m sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I’m sheltered in the arms of God. Soon I shall hear the call from Heaven’s portals, Come home my child, it’s the last mile you must trod; I’ll fall asleep and wait for God’s new Heaven, Sheltered safe within the arms of God. So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They won’t worry me for I’m sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I’m sheltered in the arms of God. O yes I’m sheltered in the arms of God! (Heritage Singers)
Toboggan Billy and John were given a toboggan for Christmas. After they had been out playing in the snow, Billy was in tears. "Now, John," said his father, "I told you to let Billy use the toboggan half the time." "And I did," said John; "I had it going down, and he had it going up." (from Doc's Daily Chuckle)
The Girl with a Big Heart
our-year-old Jayde Cluff’s 60-cent donation to help heal victims of September 11 was only pocket change in financial worth. But the young girl’s heartfelt contribution touched hearts across the nation and inspired a wealth of giving. When Jayde saw a news broadcast of United Airlines Flight 175 crashing into the second World Trade Center tower, the normally talkative little girl grew silent and sad. Three days later, while walking to preschool, she placed a handful of dimes in her mother’s hand. “Mommy, this can help the people who were hurt in those towers,” she said. Jayde’s mother, Sarah, cried at her daughter’s sweet gesture. Jayde had been saving her dime-aweek allowance for six weeks to buy a Barbie doll. “That’s your Barbie money,” Sarah reminded her daughter. “Send that money to New York,” Jayde replied with assertive determination. The next day, Sarah and Jayde taped the six dimes to a letter addressed to New York Mayor Rudolph Giuliani. “I know this contribution is only pennies,” Sarah wrote, “but we are a workingclass family of little means, and this is my daughter’s greatest treasure. Please send it where it can help someone.” The little girl was content to wait for the doll if it meant helping those New Yorkers. When word of Jayde’s big heart got to Mattel, Inc., Barbie’s manufacturer, the company sent her 17 Barbies and accessories in a box that was taller than she is. Moments later, Jayde drew out the Jo March Barbie doll (based on a character in the book Little Women) and ran to Sarah. “This is the doll, Mommy. This is the Barbie I want to give the little girl who lost her daddy,” she said, referring to a firefighter’s four-year-old daughter whom she’d seen on TV. Jayde’s parents were able to track down the girl and send the doll so it would arrive on her birthday. As hotel bellhop John Barnes rode home from work on the subway, he heard Jayde’s story, and it brought him to tears. He sent her another Barbie. “I love you! The doll you sent is beautiful,” Jayde told him on the phone. New York police officer Tom Janow sent Jayde NYPD badges along with another Barbie. He told her that it’s little girls like her that make this country great. And even more dolls arrived—police officers, firefighters, and ordinary citizens sent Jayde 46 Barbies along with other toys and gifts! Jayde and Sarah gave all the Barbies away to families grieving September 11 losses and to other
needy children. Sarah contacted families to determine which Barbie fit best with each child. If there was a boy in the family, she sent another toy for him. Three dolls went to three girls in Washington State whose mother was a passenger on one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center. Four went to sisters in Arizona who lost an aunt on one of the hijacked planes. Eight others she gave to Toys for Tots, to be distributed locally. Jayde’s generosity has inspired her sisters, who have raised money to help others by doing chores. “Her spirit is much bigger than her little body,” Sarah says. “She gave away her greatest treasure, and she is my greatest treasure.” —By Carolyn Campbell, Signs of the Times, September 2002 (from Signs of the Times Newsletter)
Broken Heart usie was six years old and didn't understand why her mother was making a casserole for their neighbor, Mrs. Smith. Susie's mother explained that Mrs. Smith had just lost her daughter and that she had a broken heart. A casserole was a way to show kindness.
Susie thought seriously about what kindness she could do for Mrs. Smith. She knocked on her neighbor's door. "My Mommy says you lost your daughter and you're very sad with a broken heart," she said, only as a child can. Susie shyly opened her hand. In it was a Band-Aid. "This is to help your broken heart," she said. Mrs Smith gasped and hugged Susie as tears fell. "Thank you," she said, "This will help a lot." Mrs Smith took Susie's act of kindness one step further. She placed the Band-Aid inside a little key-chain frame. Now it reminds her heart to heal a little more every time she sees it. (from Da Mouse Tracks)
t was an emotional day for me when my six-year-old twins headed off for their first day of school. Four-year-old Andrew and I accompanied them to the corner to wait for the bus.
When it arrived and the boys climbed on and waved good-bye, I could no longer hold back my tears. "Don't cry, Mommy," said Andrew reassuringly. "Maybe one day you'll get to ride in a school bus too!"
n the heart of London, only a few blocks from St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Old Bailey, you find two amazing monuments.
The first is the church of St. Bartholomew the Great. Fronting a narrow street opposite the Smithfield market, it stands there heavy with age. As you enter the porch and slowly swing wide the great oak door, the centuries peel away. You go down the steps and in the dimly lighted aisles find yourself among the sleeping saints of an era long departed—the age of faith. St. Bartholomew’s was begun in A.D. 1123. It is a monument to a remarkable man named Rahere, an easy-living courtier who served King Henry I. He well might have attained fame in his own day for his witting conversations. But a tragedy came to the court: the king’s son and heir was lost in the wreck of the White Ship. In the gloom that fell over the court, Rahere resolved to undertake a pilgrimage. On the way he fell dangerously ill, perhaps from malaria. The courtier had ample time to reflect on the meaning of life as his health slowly returned. Now his past achievements seemed strangely unsatisfying, and with a sudden resolve he determined to build a hospital for the poor of his native city of London, and a church. Rahere returned to England with fixed purpose, and in March of 1123 began the church building. Like the hospital, he built it just outside the walls of the ancient city of London. And for more than eight hundred years it has stood as a monument to one man’s quest for meaning in life. You find the second monument inside the ancient church. As you pass slowly along its aisles, noting the resting places of forgotten men and women, you come upon a marble bust attached to the wall. The inscription identifies it as placed by Edward Cooke, who died in 1652. Strain hard and you can make out these lines beneath his stony head: Unsluce your briny floods, what can yee keepe Your eyes from teares, & see the marble weepe Burst out for shame: or if yee find noe vent For teares, yet stay, and see the stones relent This is a monument to a man desperately lonely, a man who felt that he would die without a friend. Though he accumulated much wealth, he knew that no tears would fall after he passed on. So he determined that at least his monument would shed a tear. It is made of hard, impervious marble. In the damp confines of the old church, the moisture slowly condenses on the head of Edward Cooke, runs down his forehead, until at last tears drop from the lifeless eyes. If no mourner was to be found for Edward Cooke, his monument would weep forever. Two amazing monuments in London: the ancient church, born of personal crisis, and a pathetic cry for affection written in marble.
Rahere and Cooke were alike: they both sought meaning in life. Both wanted the assurance that what they were accomplishing would be of enduring significance. Both sought life’s meaning. Only one found it. He who sought to chisel an eternal memory in history succeeded only in manifesting the poverty of the life that turns inward for its own gratification. He who submerged himself in working for the poor and the sick discovered that in turning outward from himself he found his true self. In the heart of London, only a few blocks from St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Old Bailey, you may find two amazing monuments. And when you find them and reflect upon them, suddenly you realize that one of them—but only one—is your life’s monument too. —By William Johnson, These Times, October 1973 (from Signs of the Times Newsletter)
re you watching someone you love suffer right now? Is cancer or some other disease diminishing his or her body, gradually snuffing out life? Are your days filled with crushing sorrow, your nights long and unbearable? Know that the Lord Jesus is sitting right beside you, mingling His tears with yours. He hurts because you hurt, because your pain is deep, because your loss is unfathomable. He's asking you to come to Him just now, weak and burdened, and He will give you His rest (Matthew 11:28). He longs to lift the weight from your shoulders, to give you grace to endure, and to grant you peace in the process. Not only that, He wants to turn your sorrow into joy (John 16:20). --Jill Morikone, Heart Lift, p. 59.
uring the long months following the death of our child, I prayed more than I have ever prayed in my life. Yet I couldn't get back into the routine of my prayer time. Sometimes I couldn't pray at all. I would just sit and cry. How thankful I am that God understands a broken heart. I think He knew that my tears were my wordless prayer. I know He must have longed to hold me tight and wipe my tears away. The psalmist's words in Psalm 119:28 were my words: "I weep with grief; encourage me by your word." I marked them in my Bible and found it was God's Word that encouraged me most. Each day God would lead me to the very verses that I needed at that moment to help me exist. --Ginny Allen, God's Love Song, p. 78
In All Our Afflictions
remember those times when my children would come into the house sobbing, knee torn and bleeding from a bicycle tumble. Why was it that as I scooped them into my arms I could feel the pain in my own knee? Why do their tears still well up in my eyes? Could it be this is the way of parents because it is the way of the Father? Our tears well up in His eyes -- isn't that what "in all [our] affliction He [is] afflicted" means? "Not a sigh is breathed, not a pain felt, not a grief pierces the soul, but the throb vibrates to the Father's heart" (DA, p. 356). It doesn't take away the suffering, to be sure, anymore than holding your child removes her pain. But when you know there is someone who is sharing your pain, in some mysterious way the pain is tempered. In the midst of all our affliction, He not only is afflicted; He is also with us. --Dwight K. Nelson, The Chosen, p. 28
“Life’s About to Get Good” Shania Twain Lyrics
wasn't just broken, I was shattered I trusted you so much, you're all that mattered You no longer love me, and I sang like a sad bird I couldn't move on, and I think you were flattered I
Oh! Life's about joy, life's about pain It's all about forgiving, and the will to walk away I'm ready to be loved, and love the way I should Life's about, life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good The longer my tears fell, the wider the river (Did you love me, baby?) It killed me that you'd give your life to be with her (Did you love me, baby?) I had to believe that things would get better (Better, bet...) It was time to forget you forever
Oh! Life's about joy, life's about pain It's all about forgiving, and the will to walk away I'm ready to be loved, and love the way I should Life's about, life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good It took me so long to be strong But I'm alive, and I hold on To what I can feel, it hurts to heal Oh, when love lies (About to get good) (About to get good) (About to get... Ahhh) Life's about joy (So much joy, yeah), life's about pain It's all about forgiving, and the will to walk away (Oh, the will to walk away) I'm ready to be loved, and love the way I should (I wanna be loved the way I should) Life's about, life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good (Life's about to get good) Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about to get good (Life's about to get good) Oh! Life's about to get good Oh! Life's about joy Life's about pain Life's about, life's about to get good https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shaniatwain/lifesabouttogetgood.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we-VfNnbzzY&feature=em-subs_digest-vrecs
Hari Kemerdakaan (Indonesian Independence Day)
ndonesia is our third home after the Philippines and Thailand
It’s been more than 6 years now that we were relocated to Indonesia from Thailand. The longer we stayed in Indonesia, the more I have fallen in love with the place. As we contemplate our retirement, my wife Lucy and I have divided thoughts as to where to retire. For us these three places – Thailand, Indonesia and the Philippines are possibilities. But there is a saying that goes “Its home sweet home because of family and food.” Today (August 17, 2017) is Indonesia’s 72nd Independence Day, known locally as Hari Kemerdekaan. In the country’s capital of Jakarta and in many other large cities throughout the archipelago, this historically significant day is celebrated with elaborate parades which include marching bands and floats festooned with Indonesia’s red-and-white flag. Flag-raising ceremonies also dominate the day, while performers sing the national anthem of Indonesia. Friends and families bond over activities like sack races and palm tree climbing. Independence Day of Indonesia is a day that marks when Indonesia declared Independence from the Netherlands because the Dutch ruled the country for many years. Indonesia declared its independence from the Dutch Government on August 17, 1945. Today Independence Day is filled with festivities and celebrations. Preparations for the Independence Day began way before festivities started. Decorations were hung all throughout the city with the President's palace buildings decorated in red and white.
Groups of people arrange for community service activities and residential areas are cleaned up. Neighborhood associations coordinate special activities for the children and even request for sponsors to donate prizes for the children. The people are required to hoist flags on their homes for a prescribed period. The president then addresses the nation on the eve of Independence Day. There are a lot of programs on local TV channels showing the nation’s struggle for independence. It is believed that even Indonesians in other nations don't miss out on this important day of celebration. A unique thing about the celebration of this day in Indonesia is that all ceremonies are conducted simultaneously in all regions, from schools to official government offices, including the ceremony presided over by the president and attended by different groups, officials, army veterans, and members of the public. Independence Day is of great significance to the people and the history of Indonesia. It is a huge event for the people of Indonesia which marks the day the nation became free from foreign rule. It was the day that the Indonesian flag was first unveiled. The flag is of great importance to the country and its citizens with its red color showing courage and white, purity. The flag is flown with the greatest honor and utmost respect, a sign of patriotism and true nationalism. The Independence Day declaration was signed by Soekarno (also known as Sukarno) and Mohammad Hatta, who were appointed president and vice-president respectively the following day. The main airport of Indonesia in Jakarta is named Soekarno-Hatta in recognition for their efforts for independence.
Indonesia’s Staggering Natural Biodiversity Following the equator, Indonesia stretches between Malaysia and Australia in one long sweep. The nation’s natural diversity is staggering: Snowcapped peaks in Papua (snow in a tropical country), Sandalwood forest in Sumba, dense jungle in Borneo/Kalimantan and the green paddies of Bali and Java. Indonesian reefs are a diver’s dream while the surf that breaks above are the best anywhere. But even as the diversity on land and sea run like a traveler’s dream playlist, it’s the mash up of people and cultures that’s the most appealing. Bali justifiably leads off but there are also Papua’s stone-age folk, the many cultures of Flores and West Timor, the artisans of Java, the orangutans of Sumatra and much more.
The Adventist Church in Indonesia 1929 was an important year in the history of the Adventist Church in Indonesia. It is the year that Netherland East Indies was organized as a Union to which Indonesia belongs and was separated from the then Malayan Union Mission which is currently Southeast Asia Union Mission. The territory of Indonesia was then transferred to Central European Division. The Central European Division (CED) asked the General Conference for the East Indies as its mission territory. The Far Eastern Division agreed with this change but expressed sadness over their brethren being
transferred to another division. Likewise, the Malayan Union Mission showed concern for its loss of its beloved members. The reason for this transfer is that after World War II, Germany had lost all her colonies and had no places to send their missionaries. Besides, money cannot get out of Germany except for missionary work. The CED requested the General Conference for territories where they can send missionaries. They were given Arabia, Egypt and the Netherlands East Indies which includes Indonesia. When the Netherland East Indies was organized, it was agreed to use Bandung as the headquarters because of its cooler weather. It was agreed also that the organization will buy a house to be used as a training school for our young Adventist church members. This was the beginning of the Adventist University of Indonesia where we have built our current housing units.
The Adventist Church in Indonesia Today The Adventist church in Indonesia today is ever growing and increasing in numbers even though this is a Muslim dominated country. We have 4 Adventist hospitals, 2 universities, several colleges and academies, a publishing house and several unions, missions and conferences. In the capital city of Jakarta alone, we have more than 70 Adventist churches. Please continue to pray for our work here in Indonesia. Romy Halasan Bandung, Indonesia
The government grounds being prepared for Independence Day.
Gedung Sate, a prominent government building.
A horse-drawn carriage is part of the parade.
Elementary school children wave the national flags.
The air force fly-by.
The Monas, an iconic monument in Indonesia, decorated with flags.
A volcano is a backdrop to flags.
UNAI (Adventist University of Indonesia)
Climbing greased poles, part of the games held during Independence Day celebrations. Anyone who successfully reaches to the top claims the prizes at the top.
Students preparing for flag-raising ceremony.
UNAI SDA Church, a beautiful structure.
Early one morning last week at Valencia, Bukidnon, former faculty and staff of Mountain View College gathered to serenade (Harana) Mrs. Jerusalem Era on her birthday. The group, who call themselves The Retirees sang a couple songs including Happy Birthday and moved on to lead in the morning worship. The festivities were topped with a scrumptious breakfast together. Here are some photos that we harvested from Mrs. Eraâ€™s Facebook account (Thank you, Maâ€™am! And Happy Birthday!) See which of these retires you recognize. See what memories you recall!
Announcements SULADS 50th ANNIVERSARY GRAND REUNION (Yes, we’re celebrating a few months early)
When: June 24, 2018 – July 01, 2018 (11 months away) Where: MVC Campus, Bukidnon, Philippines. Who: Sulad pioneers, new Sulads, Sulads from all over the world and products of the Sulad mission schools will be there to celebrate God’s goodness, and to get spiritually recharged, to fellowship with each other, to hear Sulad reports first hand, and receive continuing education training! Outstanding speakers and trainers. Visits to mission schools. A SULAD FAIR with booths and exhibits. Food tasting. Parade of Tribes. Authentic presentation from various tribes. Meet new friends. Network with fellow Sulads. Cool activities for Sulads’ kids. So, save the date and plan on being there! For more info: Joy Caballero-Gadia (Facebook) or email: firstname.lastname@example.org
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Needed: MVC Alumni write-ups (articles) for Junior Devotional 2019 MVC is tasked by the PPH (Philippine Publishing House) to coordinate the making of the Junior Devotional for 2019. Inviting alumni around the world to participate in this endeavor. Guidelines from PPH: 1. Write in conversational manner. 2. Write to describe not to prescribe. 3. Be specific. 4. Dwell on a single lesson, trait or action. 5. Have a creative title of not more than six words. 6. Include the Bible text/passage your story tries to point out. Suggested Bible versions: NIV, ESV, NKJV, NLT and NASB. 7. Must be 350 words or less, including the memory verse which is indicated below the title of the article. 8. Include your biodata. 9. Observe proper citation. Contributors whose articles are chosen to be included in the devotional will receive Php 350/article upon the release of the devotional. MVC EXTENDED the deadline for submission to August 30, 2017 Submit articles to email@example.com Reasons for rejection: 1. Contradicts SDA beliefs and practices. 2. Misses to emphasize the devotional theme. 3. Too preachy. 4. Invades other's right to privacy. 5. Fails to comply with the requirement for the number of words. Suggested topics to write about: Spiritual matters, family, friends, studies, values, health, dating, social concerns, technology, hobbies, answered prayers, and nature.
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Acknowledgment A special THANK YOU to Doreen Magbanua Coriana, Victor L. Paradero, Jr., Loeweliey Omes Campanero for their stories about “Tears At The Hilltop” and to those who shared a bit about tears: Jyn Bem Claveria, Glady Jean dela Peña, Darlene Gersava Sabanal, Ruby Tonacao Campos, Mila Corpin Mendez, Mary Jane Lotilla, Donna S. Moura, Leah A. Salloman, Jeanny Gulfan, Rosie Abraham. And also to
Jerusalem Era for the MVC Retiree photos in “Sightings”, Jessie Colegado for the chuckles in “Jessie’s Patch of Weeds”; Romy Halasan for the stories about Missionaries’ LIFE the SULADS and Gospel Outreach for “SULADS’ Corner”; Eddie Zamora for editing; Joy Caballero-Gadia for the layout
Prayer Request FOR THE CONTINUED HEALING OF: Marie Bingcang, Ching Rivera, Pheobe Cagulada, Pat Caballero, Leonora Gagatam, Jerusalem Era, Ruth Fabella & Ellen Fabella (wife and daughter of Dr. Armand T. Fabella), Felix Sareno, Elmer Aguro, Rayelch Modillas, Rebecca Antemano, Roxie Pido, Virgie Osita, Pastor Oseas Zamora, Pastor Remelito Tabingo and members of the MVC Alumni & Friends who are sick. COMFORT FOR THE BEREAVED FAMILIES OF: Anabel Quilog, JB Mendez, Ronnie Enero, Theodoro Inocellas, Pastor Antonio Dandoy, Vizminda Brion Murcia, Asher Ortaleza, Federico Blaza, Jovita P. Solis, Wayne Chavit, Nanette Chio, Rolly Boniales and other families who recently lost their loved ones.
Closing Remarks By the Editor Author J.B. Phillips wrote in his book “Your God is Too Small,” “The trouble with many of us today is that we have not found a God big enough for our modern needs. We suffer from a limited idea of God.” He explains that our God is far bigger than we peg or label Him to be. He also wrote: “Don’t let he world around squeeze you into its own mold but let God re-mold your minds from within so that you may prove in practice that the plan of God for you is good, meets all His demands, and moves toward the goal of true maturity.” He encourages us to not tell God what to do but to allow God to do what He needs to do in our lives. Sometimes, we shed tears but make no mistake: God is only a prayer away during these times. You are never alone. You are His beloved child – He will never forsake you. You can trust Him.