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CYBERFLASHES Mountain View College, THE SCHOOL OF THE LIGHT Keeping Alumni and Friends in Touch MVC Website: http://www.MVCollege.org/ <><><><><><><><><><><><><> Editor/Coordinator: Evelyn Porteza-Tabingo Sacramento, California

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> "Shine On Till Jesus Comes" June 13, 2014

In This Issue Editor's Thoughts My Father’s Best Advice Remembering my Father Sulad’s Reunion in Pictures Inspirational Thoughts On a Lighter Note From the email bag Prayer Requests Acknowledgment Meet the Editors Closing Thoughts

-------Editor's thoughts... Flipping through the pages of the Sunday newspaper, several pages of advertisements on gifts for Dad on Father's Day were on display. Some in the list were: "Make the Perfect Gift for Dad," "SAVE BIG on Gifts for Dad," "Deals for Dad," "Father's Day Sale.” Items ranging from simple wallet money clip costing $6.99, buy-one-get-one-free reading glasses for Dad, to expensive electronics, cameras, sports equipment, camping gear and many more. Father's Day is celebrated on Sunday. It is a day when you can make Dad feel special. It is an opportunity to thank him for his


love, guidance, support and motivation. Think of the many reasons you give thanks to Dad on this day and any other day. Express your gratitude for the sacrifices made to send you to school, even if it took toiling under the hot sun all day. Give tribute to the one who nurtured and cared for you. Thank Dad for teaching skills needed to manage a challenging future. It may be how to plow the field, learn to drive a car or even how to cook. Imagine yourself learning to ride the bike with your Dad holding on to keep you from falling then before you knew it, he lets go… and off you went, independently riding away. Thank him for his words of wisdom that guided you when important decisions were made. For many, your father's advice have contributed to what you are today...successful in life. Some in the medical field, business arena, some as government officials and farmers, many are active workers in the denominational field, all accomplished in your own chosen profession. As you read the memories shared by MVCians, look back in time and be a kid again. Relive the happy moments you had with your Dad, working together, playing ball, flying a kite or just chatting along and having a good time. To all fathers out there....

Lyn Tabingo

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“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” Unknown

My father’s best advice…

“Be a good man, study well to earn a degree in order to be able to support yourself and your family, serve the Lord with all


your heart, and establish a good Christian home.” Before I went to study in MVC this was his advice: “Don't come home unless you have finished a course.” Roland Villarmia, AB Theology 2004.

My father was a carpenter. Being a carpenter he said that he always puts effort in everything he does so that his work will be the best. When he makes something he wants it to be something that lasts forever. His advice to me was: “I should do the best in everything I do.” Marlon Maratas, AB Theology, 2006. My father was the former Assistant Publishing Director of Zamboanga City. His advice to me was: “To put God first in everything I do.” He always

reminded me of this verse, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you." Marjore Cedron-Sarona, BSEEd 2002. I remember my father : for the times, when disciplined me with love when I did wrong... for the hours he spent with me when I was discouraged… for the teachings he gave me to be faithful and to be true to God and to be kind to everybody.

Rodlyn Labag-Cajan, BSEEd 1990.

The best advice my father gave me was: “To be a good mother to my

children and prepare them for heaven so that my family and I will be saved in heaven.” Nelma Azupra-Lascuna, BSAG 1982.

My father always advised me “to be reverent in church.” He made it a point that our family sat together in the front bench during Sabbath services. Marvin Cedron, AB Theology, 1996. My Dad is a hardworking and friendly person. He loves God and he is a “down-to-earth”

“To look for a man with qualities like him and nothing will go wrong.” Honelyn Teope, honest man. The best advice my Dad gave was: BSN 2011. My dad's best advice is: “Focus in your studies, Don’t spend time having a boyfriend while in school” Khryzz Claudine Cabanero, BS Accounting, 2nd year.

My dad’s advised to me is: “to have good moral values such as:

honesty, respect for elders and for everyone; and to love and take good care of my family.” I cherish his advice up to this day because

this is the basic rule of life. Amy Faye Moralde-Gaje, BSN, 2006.


Best advice from my Dad, “In everything you do always serve the Lord the best you can. Wherever you go always put God first above everything.” Wyngle Sabino, BSEEd, 1994. “Time is gold.” Madilou Dimple A. Sabellina, BSN, 2010. “Change my life style to be free from diseases. Health is not a matter of chance but a matter of choice.” Chris Jore,

Commerce/Accounting 1980-1982. At a tender age of 5, unfortunately, I lost my father. So my elder brother Jerry stood as a father to me. He advised me to “always be faithful to God and to support the church.” Mike Falame, BSAG, 1985. My father advised me, “to serve God always and remain faithful to God till Jesus comes.” Roland Sammy Pelayo, BS Accounting, 1994.

Complied by Ellen Porteza-Valenciano BS Bioolgy, 1981

“Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it’s own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one’s thoughts.” Mary Ellen Chase The best advise from my Dad: “Always respect ordained ministers. They are ordained by God.” Lily Rodulfo-Catolico, BS Commerce, 1975 “Study hard. Be a good example.” Luz Ligan-Cuadra, BS Secretarial, 1977 Finish my schooling in Christian education, to love my wife and children and to care for people. Wilson Catolico, Theology, 1975.

The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them."--Confucius


Remembering my father… My father, Simeon Sandigan, was the youngest child of the family. He was a kind and loving father to his nine children. To provide for his family he worked in his coconut plantation and a fishing business. I have many fond memories of my father. Every time he came home from town or wherever he went, he always had something for his enjoy to enjoying eating. He loved to make us all happy. We had a wide backyard where our family played softball and valley ball. For our afternoon snacks, my father would get young coconuts which we enjoyed the refreshing drink and soft flesh on a hot afternoon. Every after dinner, we all gathered in the living room to listen to his stories and riddles until we were all ready to go to bed. I miss my parents who both took good care of our family. Aparacion Sandigan-Ibanez MVC, Home Economics, 1971 BSEED, 1973

“Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of

his advice.” Unknown If a picture paints a thousand words, then he’d be a masterpiece work of art. “Gang, ang title ani nga kanta Gang, kay IP,” (Gang, the title of this song is “IP”), my dad interrupted the conversation as a song played on the radio as he was driving the car. “Huh?” flabbergasted, we all looked at each other. Noticing that we did not understand what he meant, he reiterated, “Gang, ang title ani nga kanta kay IP.” with more intensity to make us understand what he meant. Still bewildered, we chuckled. “Gang, kani bah ang title ani nga kanta kay "IP", IP bah.” but now with emphasis as he was trying to clarify what he meant. “Unsay IP?” (What is IP?) we asked. “IP bah, katong (the /song)” "IP a picture paints a thousand words. . . “ we burst into laughter. We chorused and told him “Basin IF? Dili IP!?” (Perhaps “IF” not “IP?”) “Aw, IF diay, pareho ra man na oi”, (oh, it is “IF.” Just the same). He sheepishly replied and laughed realizing he was betrayed by his accent. This is just one of the memorable experiences we had with our Dad. To this day whenever we talked about this incident we still laugh about it.


Our dad loves to tell stories and interests people with his wit, humor and jokes. He loves the old music and simple foods. He loves to read and talk about history. What fascinates me most is his wit and he seems to have an answer for almost everything. He is like "Kuya Kim," who has an answer for every question. He loves to wear his shirts in a tuck-in fashion and loves to wear hat and crocs. He loves his high-tech cellphone, mostly for taking photos but not selfies. He loves sports and is a die-hard fan of Manny Pacquio. He loves basketball and influenced all of us to play tennis too. He is afraid of heights.

But what does he love the most? Fishing! Earlier we thought he was not an accountant but rather a farmer. But now what runs in him is the blood of a fisherman, born in the mountains but loves to be in the sea. Our family love to travel. Our dad would invest money just for us to travel. Our most exciting trip was when we circumnavigated the Philippines from Mindanao to Luzon twice. We also circumnavigated Thailand from all directions. The most expensive tour was when we toured Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore and recently to Bali. All of this was single-handedly planned and funded by our great Dad.

Friedrich Nietzsche quoted “Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.” Well, I am fortunate to have a very good father, who supports, listens, cares and loves us indubitably. He even pampers us at our early twenties, and would often baby-talk to us as he carries us one by one from our bedrooms to theirs. Then he would complain, "You are already too heavy for me to carry, so just walk to the bed and sleep there." When we all won't fit on the bed, he would say, "maybe we need a much bigger bed and room or car." He taught us how to value money. Once we ventured in a business which turned out to be a loss. But he just simply said, “Gang, now you’ve learned how hard it is to earn money, so you must learn how to save money.” He taught us how to do hard labor, usually if not every day, he would ask us to weed the garden, to plant seeds, and clean some stuff. He taught us that nothing in life will come if not through hard labor and with diligence and patience. He taught us day to day living or survival techniques, like fixing some broken things, plumbing or small trivial things we need to be better in this world. They said that you could not find a perfect father. But to me he is a perfect one. My whole life was incontestably molded by the influence of my dad. People call him "Mr. Romulo Halasan," or "Romy," "Sir Romy," "Boss Romy," "Bai Romy," but to us he is simply called "Daddy," a fine work of art that is God-sent to us. Yes, he is our picture that can paint a thousand words! We love you, Romulo M. Halasan, our very own DADDY! Romulo Halasan, Jr. BS Accounting, 2011

“A father is a fellow who has replaced the currency in his wallet with the snapshots of his kids.” Unknown


DAD Dad taught us to love and serve God. My Dad was not a Seventh-day Adventist when he met my Mom. They both met in school and Dad became interested in our SDA doctrine and got baptized a few months after they married. Growing up in MVC, we were strongly encouraged to participate in church activities. On Sabbaths, Dad and Mom would chaperon students going for branch Sabbath School in the villages around the school. Sometimes they accompanied students holding crusades around the college. Dad loved to sing and still do. On Friday evenings, we gathered around the piano and with his baritone voice, led the family worship. He loved to sing songs such as, "Calvary," "To see Thy Face," and "Arise, O Lord." Whenever I hear the song, "You'll Never Walk Alone," or "I Believe," I remember my Dad singing, sometimes off key! Dad was a loving husband. He would drop by Mom's office and they came home together after work. They loved each other. I remember them singing and dancing together. Never have I heard arguments between them. Dad is a loving father. He loves to be with his family. On Sabbath afternoons we used to hike to Hydro 1 and walked under the trees to collect some leaves. Dad was a disciplinarian. He believed in "Spare the rod and spoil the child." Dad was devoted to his work. Oftentimes when there was brown out in the campus, he would hike to Hydro 1 and not come home until the electricity was restored. Now that he is retired, he continues to work on different projects. He does not seem to stop. Dad taught us that work comes before pleasure. He encouraged us to do our chores at home before we played the piano or went out to play with our friends. During school break or on a Sunday, we hiked to our farm, 7 km away from the college, and planted or harvested corn. The younger kids rode the karomata (cart), while the uncles and our brother, Roy, rode the horse. The work under the sun was tiresome, but we were together as a family. After work, we went swimming in the river. Sometimes we caught fish from the fishpond Dad and my uncles developed on our farm. Dad believes in Christian education. My parents opened our home to extended family members who came to MVC. Students who could not afford to stay in the dorm found themselves welcomed at our home. My parents accommodated students who sacrificed for Christian Education. Dad has a sense of humor. He loved to play jokes on us. He told us funny stories. He loved to make my mom smile. Dad was our strong support. He encouraged us never to give up when we met disappointments or when we failed. He provided our needs. He wanted his family to be safe and happy. Dad, your children greet you with love, Happy Father's Day. Ellen Porteza-Valenciano For: EVAMRE


Sulad’s Reunion in pictures From Don Christensen’s photo album Captions to pictures: Attendees, Dedication of new Sulad members, officers meeting, campers, Ephraim and Chief, Sabbath Service attendees, extension behind the church, Sharon and I with some campers, fruit stand, Moslem speakers, SULADS. For more video, check out: http://www.easywebvideo.com/24c0181f , http://www.easywebvideo.com/video.php?v=4b0e793b


--- â&#x20AC;¨Inspirational Thoughts My Heavenly Father's Kiss "And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him , and had compassion, and ran , and fell on his neck, and kissed him. Luke 15:20 KJV Have you ever thought or imagine our heavenly Father kissing you? I do. And He really does! And Here is why I know. Just like any other child we all did something wrong. We all have messed up at some point. I have done something wrong so many, many times. I have messed up so many times. And each time, I would be hesitant and almost fearful to approach my father, afraid of being punished or scolded. As an adult I still continue to mess up. I still continue to have many, many mistakes, do wrong things so many, many times no matter how hard I try not to. Some unnecessary, hurtful, offending words still come out of my mouth unfortunately sometimes. Some dishonest actions or decisions still happen no matter how hard I try to be honest at all times. And each time I know I erred, I feel guilty. The Holy Spirit convicts me. Each time, I feel hesitant and discouragedalmost shameful to approach and face my heavenly Father as I kneel beside my bed at night to pray, knowing the errors I have done during the day. But as I pray, confessing my sins, the guilt and the burden of sin always vanish away as I pressed into His presence. As He embraces me and kisses me tenderly, His embrace of acceptance and kiss of forgiveness assure me that I am really forgiven. I know that my human nature will always cause me to fall, to err,and to make mistakes that could hurt my fellow human being, and above all my Lord, but I am assured that each time I would approach my heavenly Father's throne of grace and confess, I will always get His kiss of forgiveness through Jesus. Jesus said it Himself in the parable of the prodigal son. Each time I feel that kiss, it always makes my heart glad and my whole body warm and a smile would always appear on my face. Isn't it amazing ? To receive the kiss of forgiveness from our heavenly Father. Each time I kneel to pray, I anticipate for my heavenly Father's kiss. It is like a good night or good morning kiss from our earthly father. Our heavenly Father is just as real as our earthly father. He is within our touch. He longs and yearns to embrace us and to kiss us. It is so awesome to know that this is for real. He waits for us to come before Him. "Draw nigh to God , and He will draw nigh to you...." James 4:8. So, have you ever thought of your heavenly Father kissing you? Have you ever desire for His kiss, the kiss of forgiveness? He is only a prayer away. He yearns and long to embrace you and to kiss you. He yearns to have that intimate relationship with you. Yes, you, personally. Experience that Father-child relationship with your heavenly Father. Receive His kiss of forgiveness, your life will never be the same again.

"I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and my iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah." Psalms 32:5 Lillian C. Javellana BSN â&#x20AC;&#x2DC;81


Any man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad." -- Anne Geddes FATHER'S DAY â&#x20AC;&#x201C; It just isn't the same! If you've been a father for awhile you may have noticed that your reaction to it has changed through the years. When the kids are small it's a big deal to them (and to you). They do their best to make it special and it always is! When they were younger things they made with their own hands were exiting to them and you. You relished the fact that they had taken the time to draw that card or make that clay ashtray (even when you didn't smoke), usually accompanied by a hug or a sloppy kiss. Many of you, like me, probably have some of those early gifts which you cherish. As both they and you get older there seems to be a subtle change. Gifts move from the "I made it myself" stage, to the buying it at the store stage. Now that's fine, there are lots of neat things at the stores to purchase. But often it gets to the "I don't know what to give dad this year" stage. Yet, most dads I know would treasure the same thing they got in years past, a handmade card and a big hug. Why the change, perhaps it is the society in which we live. A society that says, "Love is demonstrated by how expensive of a gift, how large or how many gifts you give." That generally is not true; most dads cherish the love much more than any gift. I wonder though if we as dads don't promote that idea. What do they see when we give gifts to them? I don't know how many times I have seen parents and grandparents almost compete for the love of the child by giving lavish or expensive gifts. I wonder if our children have learned to equate love with money or expensive gifts. Yes, Father's Day is a day when traditionally the family (especially the children) give some recognition to the father for all he does for the family, but it's not just about gifts. It's about love and honor! Ephesians 6:2-4 tells us: "Honor your father and mother." This is the first commandment with a promise: If you honor your father and mother, "things will go well for you, and you will have a long life on the earth. Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with the discipline and instruction that comes from the Lord." Children you do the honoring part, dads you do the "bringing up with discipline and instruction that comes from the Lord" part. That's God's plan and that will work, things may not be the same, but they can be better! Russ Lawson (http://messages-from.blogspot.com/) Shared by Jess Colegado

You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes. ~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.


“Struggles of Our Life,” Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her, he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?” “Potatoes, eggs and coffee,” she hastily replied. “Look closer”, he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hardboiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face. “Father, what does this mean?” she asked. He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity--the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak. The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard. However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new. “Which one are you?” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?” Shared by Serg’s Lin

On a Lighter Note “The son whines to his father, "You messed up my childhood!" And the father says, "How could I, son? I wasn't even there.” Unknown --Teacher (on phone): “You say Michael has a cold and can’t come to school today? To whom am I speaking?” Voice: “This is my father.” ---“I can’t figure it out,” said ten-year-old Mitchell, trying to get his father to help him with his arithmetic. “If a carpenter is paid $13 a day, how much does he earn in four days?” “No wonder you can’t figure it out,” replied the father. That’s not arithmetic, that’s ancient history!” ---My father became a podiatrist. When he was going to medical school he couldn’t afford to buy the whole skeleton.


---Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging about their fathers. They first boy says, “My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50.” The second boy says, “That’s nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100.00.” The third boy says, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon. Ant it takes eight people to collect all the money!” From: Nelson’s Big Book of Laughter

Your son at five is your master, at ten your slave, at fifteen your double, and after that, your friend or your foe, depending on his bringing up.” ~Unknown FATHERHOOD IS NOT PRETTY Non-fathers wear expensive Italian shoes. Fathers wear vinyl loafers that are made nowhere near Italy. Non-fathers drive cars that hold the turns. Fathers drive cars that hold the kids. Non-fathers fly to Switzerland. Fathers drive to Disneyland. Non-fathers spend weekends taking in the theater. Fathers spend weekend taking out the trash. Non-fathers eat seafood quiche. Fathers eat macaroni and cheese—from the box. Non-fathers play tennis. Fathers play pat-a-cake. Non-fathers live in the fast lane. Fathers live in a subdivision near a good school, an allnight grocery, a clinic and a gas station. Non-fathers wear silk ties with subtle designer logos. Fathers wear whatever they got last Father’s Day, something in a palm tree, perhaps. Non-fathers invest in certificates that mature in a year. Fathers invest in shoes for feet that mature in six weeks. Gary D, Christenson From: Nelson’s Big Book of Laughter

A father is someone that holds your hand at the fair makes sure you do what your mother says holds back your hair when you are sick brushes that hair when it is tangled because mother is too busy lets you eat ice cream for breakfast but only when mother is away he walks you down the aisle and tells you everything’s gonna be ok. --unknown--

The Vocabulary of a Father Dumbwaiter: One who asks if the children would care to order a dessert. Feedback: The inevitable result when the baby doesn't appreciate the strained carrots. Full Name: What you call your child when you're angry with him. Grandparents: The people who think your children are wonderful even though they're sure you're not raising them right.


Independent: How we want our children to be for as long as they do everything we say. Puddle: A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes into. Show Off: A child who is more talented than yours. Whodunit: None of the children who live in your house. Bottle-feeding: An opportunity for Daddy to get up at 2 am. --Unknown I gave my father $100 and said, "Buy yourself something that will make your life easier." So he went out and bought a present for my mother.-- Rita Rudner - comedian Shared by Ed Zamora

â&#x20AC;&#x153;A DAD is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again.â&#x20AC;? Unknown MEMORIES OF MY FATHER I don't have many memories of my mother because she died when I was only 8 years old. It was just the end of my second grade at West Visayan Academy, 1950 was the year. We had moved to West Visayan Mission in 1949 and we had not been there for a year yet when the news of her sickness was mentioned, but it did not register much in my young mind. After her passing it was basically my father who was with us, of course together with our maternal grandmother. Our father, Meliton Zamora, was then the treasurer of the West Visayan Mission headquartered in Iloilo City. He left for work there on weekdays and came home in the evening. Every now and then, when he had to work on Sunday, he would take me to be with him at the office. Paterno Diaz usually worked with him on weekends and I kind of knew him from those days. Though my father was usually at work five days a week, he also had to visit churches on Sabbaths, so we boys, all four of his sons, were basically at the Academy campus. One thing that I remember well though was whenever the school had outings or excursions as they were called, my father was always there with us. Those were special days because he cooked chicken adobo, and he was a good cook. Adobo was a special dish as our diet on a daily basis was rice with vegetables and fish. Fish was a staple because vendors walked the streets everyday shouting, "Lab-as!" meaning fresh fish. I don't really know how much his salary was because I don't remember us wearing really fancy clothing. But we were always provided for. We had clothes for school and church. Probably to help out in our economy, we had students who stayed with us, probably paying rent, I don't really know. There would be four or six students who were boarders or roomers. I think they cooked their own meals. At about the end of the school year on certain years, some students would come to our home and tell stories of their experiences in a college in Mindanao. In fact I heard that the cost of a hectare of land in this college was only 25 pesos, which they said was cheap. These students were very enthusiastic in telling stories. When I finished my elementary education, I heard that our family was moving to MVC. To a child, that was just going to be another experience. We had to ride a passenger ship to Cagayan de


Oro, then ride a bus to the campus. I did not know why, but I knew my father was going to be a supervisor for the farm, which was not quite the same as working in an office. My first experience at MVC was the two of us trying to make a map of Kisalom. I don't know what it was for. But his student workers seemed to like him a lot. He was supervisor of the dryer and some farm area. Mr. Raymond Hill was his boss. Later I would learn that his being moved to MVC was a demotion because he was suspected of taking money from the mission treasury. Since it was a punishment, his salary was made less, and I noticed that we did not have food like we had before. Mornings we had porridge, which was okay with me. We did not have jackets or sweaters for the cold evenings and mornings. This was because we could not longer afford them. These hard times my father took in stride. I later learned that he did not complain even if he knew in his heart that he never took a single centavo from the mission coffers. One year I spent in Manticao, and I remember well that my monthly allowance was two pesos. With that I bought detergent for washing my clothes, and also a few cookies for snacks from the store outside the school gate. Eventually my fatherâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s name was cleared, the culprit confessed, and my father was put back in the business office. I don't know much about salaries, but after my sophomore year, I was asked to quit school and work at a clinic in Marawi City. I guess we still did not have any money, especially with three brothers in college. Eventually our finances improved and I went back to school after a year off. One thing that I really think was a great sacrifice for him was, he stayed single until I finished college. On my second year of teaching, he finally decided to take another lady as his wife. I was the only son to attend the wedding so I did double duty of being the pianist and photographer. That was in1968 (I believe). He stayed single for 18 years, just so his sons could all get a college education. This Father's Day I give tribute to a man who gave a lot for us. He died in 1975 so he would not hear of this. He pushed us all to do well in school, he made sure we started our married life well. He was at my wedding, the last of his sons to do so. I tried to care for him, especially at the last days of his life, because it was just my wife Ellen, our oldest son Keith, and me who were in Manila when he was admitted for the final time at the Manila Sanitarium and Hospital. I had to send messages to my brothers who were all in different parts of the world that he had passed away. Today I remember my father as a hero who raised four sons as a single parent, never complaining about life's seemingly unfair treatment, and rejoicing when any of us had any triumph and accomplishment. He was a super Dad to us all. Eddie Zamora

Prayer Requests Let us pray for: * for the bereaved families left behind by loved ones. * our fellow alumni and friends who are ill or receiving medical treatment. * the health and safety of our missionaries and their families in different parts of the world.


* the leaders, faculty, staff, and alumni of MVC as they start another school year. -- "Shine On Till Jesus Comes". * our fellow alumni who are leaders at different levels of the Adventist denomination from the General Conference to the local churches, and those who support MVC in various ways. * our leaders in our church organization. * the work of the SULADS and the newly dedicated members and the Gospel Outreach. * For each other as we daily walk with our Heavenly Father. A LOVE LETTER FOR FATHER, ON FATHER’S DAY By Aaron Bull For all the things You’ve lead me through and taught me And for promising me that You will never leave me. Through and through You’ve shown me the ropes Helping me in anything and everything I face Everyday You’re there for me by simply calling Your name Rarely do I get to thank You emough. So on this special day, I do exactly that. Thank you for being my Father! Shared by Ed Zamora

Happy Father’s Day , Hava. You are a great Dad! &*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*

Acknowledgement Thank you

to:

Lily Rodulfo-Catolico, Luz Ligan-Cuadra, Aparacion

Sandigan-Ibanez, Lillian C. Javellana and Wilson Catolico who shared their thoughts on his/her father. Don Christensen for SULAD photos Ellen Valenciano who complied contributions from: Khryzz Claudine Cabanero, Rodlyn Labag-Cajan, Mike Falame, Romulo Halasan, Jr., Chris Jore, Marlon Maratas, Amy Faye Moralde-Gaje Nelma Azupra-Lascuna, Roland Sammy Pelayo, Marjore Cedron-Sarona, Wyngle Sabino, Madilou Dimple A. Sabellina, Honelyn Teope, Roland Villarmia, Jess Colegado, Serg’s Lin, and Ed Zamora. in helping with the Cyberflashes.

Thanks Hava for your patience


Edited and coordinated by Lyn Tabingo. Next week's Cyberflashes will be edited by Raye Baumgart. Please direct all entries and contributions to her or to any of the editorial staff.

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Closing Thoughts â&#x20AC;&#x153;I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty. 2 Corinthians 6:18 Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.â&#x20AC;? Isaiah 64:8

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Cyberflashes, May 14, 2014