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MOUNTAIN VIEW COLLEGE The School of the Light Shine On Till Jesus Comes! http://www.mvc.edu.ph/ ******* June 20, 2014
Edited by Raylene Rodrigo-Baumgart
Editor’s Notes Have you ever been asked if you love your name? And if you have, what would your answer be? How do you feel about your name? Do you love it or hate it? “What’s in a name?” a man named Shakespeare asked long ago. Potential employers may ask this same question of you.
After all, your name is the first thing they see on your resume. Along with your personal appearance, it is one of the things most people use to form a first impression. Some believe a name is the single most important influence on the development of our personality and helps create our destiny. The power of a name and its value has long been immortalized in prose, poetry, and religious ceremony. Everyone recognizes himself or herself by name. Our names define us. Research shows that a person’s name matters a lot more than you might think. Lee McPheters at the W. P. Carey School of Business at Arizona State University came up with some surprising facts. It seems that six common names are prevalent among Phoenix’s highest-paid CEO’s. What are these magic names? Robert, John, Steve, Richard, Donald and William. These 6 names make up only 15% of births during the period studied, but make up 35% of the CEO’s. I never liked my name. My original name was Raylane Ann. Being the oldest grandchild of Ana (my grandmother), I was supposed to be the “ray of the lane for Ana. That’s why, growing up, I preferred to be called Nennen. And I still am Nennen to my family and very close friends. Socrates once said, “Regard your good name as the richest jewel you can possibly possessed of – for credit is like fire; when once you have kindled it, you may easily preserve it, but if you once extinguish it, you will find it an arduous task to rekindle again. The way to a good reputation is to endeavor to be what you desire to appear.”
I checked out a website (www.kabalaians.com) to find out the meaning of my name and this is what they came up with:
Raylene has given you an expressive, diplomatic and refined nature. Although you have a good appreciation of material values, business ability and skill in organizing and managing others, your success is restricted by the lack of self-confidence and initiative. You appearance is important to you. You are always well-groomed yourself and you judge others by your own standard. You do not like to rough it or use much physical activity.
“A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.” – Proverbs 22:1 When Jesus renamed Simon as Peter/Cephas (John 1:42), it wasn’t a random choice. Peter means “the rock.” But it took a while for him to live up to his new name. The account of his life reveals him as a fisherman known for his rash ways—a shifting-sand kind of guy. Peter disagreed with Jesus, struck a man with a sword, and even denied knowing Jesus. But in Acts, we read that God worked in and through him to establish His church. Peter truly became a rock. If you, and me, like Peter, are followers of Jesus, we have new identities. In Acts 11:26, we read, “The disciples were first called Christians in Antioch.” The name “Christians” means “Christ-ones.” We now are one of the Christ-ones. This title lifts up who we are and calls us to become what we are not yet. God is faithful, and He will complete His good work in us. (Phil. 1:6). We honor God’s name when we call Him Father and live like His children. I may never love my name but I will always be thankful for this incredible privilege of being called His child. May we all fully understand what it means to be identified
with His Son, Jesus Christ. And may He work in us and through us.
A Devotional Benjamin, down ... or up? Jonah 1:3 But Jonah arose to flee to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. He went down to Joppa, and found a ship going to Tarshish; so he paid the fare, and went down into it, to go with them to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. After hearing the call to go to Nineveh, Jonah goes down to Joppa, heading for Tarshish, which is Westward, the opposite direction from Ninevah. The scholars debate it, but some believe Tarshish could be as far away as modern day Spain...nearly 2000 miles West from Joppa! So God says – “Go East!” and Jonah responds by going "West" – not just West, but as West as he can go! Notice the text also says that Jonah went "down" to Joppa. Throughout the first chapter of Jonah, the prophet always seems to be going "down". He goes "down" into the hold of the Ship (Jonah 1:4), He went "down" into the sea (1:15), He went "down" into the belly of a great fish (1:17). You've got to hand it to him for consistency. But this "down" in relation to God is not the prophet's humility; it's a clear expression of his disobedience, and lack of respect for the Lord. Jonah didn't want to go to Nineveh, he didn't care about the city, and he didn't think God should care about it either. He didn't want
the Ninevites to repent, or God to forgive them. And he definitely didn't want God to love a people like that! Jonah had a problem with Nineveh, for sure â€“ but he actually had a much bigger problem---his problem with God! Did you ever consider that your problem with people may be concealing a deeper issue? An issue between you and the Lord? All that righteous anger and self-justifying criticism toward those "evil sinners" might just find you in a big controversy with their Creator, the one who loves them a lot more than you ever could. So Benjamin, be careful if you find yourself going "down" in judgment and criticism, when you ought to be looking up for grace and Divine love ... up toward the most gracious Being anywhere, the same One who forgave all your sins. Your family in the Lord with much agape love, Kuya Benny
Announcements & Newsbits SAVE THIS DATE! Mountain View College Alumni-Loma Linda Chapter July 19 â€“ Special Sabbath at Loma Linda Gymnasium
Poem of the Week
A Good Name by Edgar Guest Men talk too much of gold and fame, And not enough about a name; And yet a good name's better far Than all earth's glistening jewels are. Who holds his name above all price And chooses every sacrifice To keep his earthly record clear, Can face the world without a fear.
Who never cheats nor lies for gain, A poor man may, perhaps, remain, Yet, when at night he goes to rest, No little voice within his breast Disturbs his slumber. Conscience clear, He falls asleep with naught to fear And when he wakes the world to face He is not tainted by disgrace. Who keeps his name without a stain Wears no man's brand and no man's chain; He need not fear to speak his mind In dread of what the world may find. He then is master of his will; None may command him to be still, Nor force him, when he would stand fast, To flinch before his hidden past. Not all the gold that men may claim Can cover up a deed of shame; Not all the fame of victory sweet Can free the man who played the cheat; He lives a slave unto the last Unto the shame that mars his past. He only freedom here may own Whose name a stain has never known.
SAVED ~By Bobie D. Davao, Malinawon The gushing waters came rushing over my head as the rope became loose over time. I went under and held on tightly to the
rope. I felt a terrible headache and started to feel dizzy as I began to run out of oxygen. I thought in my head, “I’m not going to let go of the rope! If I let go, my body will float all the way to Agusan River in separated parts.”
My partner and I, along with another mission school teacher, were on our way to Gingoog. I thought the river was close to being dried up, but the water was deep, past a person’s height. The waters were not only deep, but the current was also strong. We were looking for rocks or some other way to cross the river when we met some Lumads (tribal natives) who had with them a rope. I thought, “Thank God, we’ve got friends who have a rope.”
A Lumad swam across the river and brought one end of the rope with him. My partner said, “We need to be like that - strong.”
I said, “It’s okay for us to be that strong if we can handle the currents.” They tied the rope to the other side of the river and left the other end of the rope with us.
I told my partner, “Let’s pray.” I prayed because I have a weakness against gushing water. Truth be told, I don’t know how to swim. When my partner crossed the river - he had no problem because he was a good swimmer. After he reached the other side, I followed. I held on to the rope and began to trudge across the river; but when I got to the middle of the river, the water came rushing over me as the rope’s tension started to loosen. I went under for what seemed to me like hours, but I didn’t let go of the rope. I felt pressure in my head as I began to drown. I slowly inched my way up the rope, not being able to see
anything. I lost all my strength while in the midst of the rough currents.
My partner was just laughing, while the other friend on the other side yelled, “Meet up and help Sir Bob.” My partner didn’t want to cross because the rope didn’t seem strong enough to hold up two people. When I finally found my footing, my partner grabbed my arm and pulled me to the riverbank.
It’s been twice now that I almost lost my life to this river. Though I was on the verge of death, God had a hold on me. If I had not served in SULADS, I probably wouldn’t understand the love of God in His act of caring and protecting me by extending not only His hand but His arm to save me.
The SULADS handshake was developed through the years of helping each other when crossing rivers and climbing up steep mountain trails. The significant tight bond among all members of SULADS is the assurance that SULADS are heartily and sincerely holding out their arms, not just the hands, to help the indigenous people to grow away from spiritism and animism. The handshake between SULADS is a handshake with a hug, which shows acceptance, sincerity, and love from above.
© 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 (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.
About Teachers Angels Without Wings By Heather Spears Kallus I thank the Lord for teachers and here’s the story why, They’re a different kind of angel. They don’t have wings to fly. God needed special angels for His hands and feet on earth, He picked them each out carefully - the day of their birth.
He gave them gifts and talents for teaching and for caring, He blessed them with a heaping dose of patience just for sharing. He knew they’d be important to the little lives they’d touch, He knew each year their students would love them very much.
He made their eyes so sparkly – their smiles so bright and wide, So children would feel welcomed to let them be their guide. For all the teachers that I know, teaching is a calling, It is not for everyone. (Ain’t that the truth, my dahling?!)
It’s not just a job or paycheck or a place to go each day,
Teaching is their heart and soul, a passion I would say. They cheer their students on and motivate them to succeed, They are angels without wings, yes, they are indeed.
They bandage knees and tie some laces, missing not a beat, They kneel and sit on classroom floors, without a cushy seat. They excitedly jump up and down when information clicks, Then they pray at testing time, that all that teaching sticks.
They make learning come alive for children every day, After school, on weekends – grading papers until May. I’ve seen the way the students tug their shirts so they can share, A story, tattle, random thought – a loose tooth, if they dare.
They’re angels without wings. They laugh and sometimes cry, Using words of inspiration, they encourage kids to try. Teachers have a place reserved, deep down in my heart, Because each child that journeys through, forever they’re a part.
I admire them for loving kids as if they were their own, For taking time to nurture all the seeds that they have sown. I thank God for teachers, the angels without wings, But what I’ll tell you now is why my heart just sings.
When school begins, God gives a teacher brand new wings to share, With every single student – each one gets a pair. Teachers don’t have wings because they give them all away, They give them to their students each year on school’s last day.
All year they’ve spent preparing them for this special flight, Sometimes it’s hard to let them go – they hug with all their might. Their students use those wings to fly and soar to greater things, And THAT’S why awesome teachers are angels without wings.
~Submitted by Jessie Colegado * This poem is dedicated to all of the wonderful educators who have touched our lives and hearts! We thank God for you! * Originally appeared on Heather's blog: http://www.sipsofsunshine.blogspot.com/2014/06/angels-withoutwings.html
Quotes for the week
“Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.” ~Abraham Lincoln “A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-menots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble” ~Charles Spurgeon “It takes many good deeds to build a good reputation and only one bad one to lose it.” ~Abraham Lincoln Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/name.html#0FovgmmRFlXrHcSX.99
Never too late to learn
My husband Andy sometimes teaches classes in the community to help adults relate better with young people. Often his “students” are Children’s Ministries Leaders and teachers. My favorite is when the audience is regular families in the community: grandparents, parents, and kids just having fun.
Sometimes we go to a public park to learn a lesson or two. When out in nature, Master Guides have a few rules. Here are some: “Take nothing but pictures.” “Leave nothing but light footprints.” When venturing out to explore a public park, Andy wants to make sure we follow the same rules. And yet, he also understands that kids would love to take something home to remember the day by. Below are some activities he taught us!
Be considerate: don’t take anything. However, be creative if you want to bring something home to study more in depth. Here’s how to do it:
1. Leaf or bark rubbings 2. Photographs or videos 3. Drawings or paintings.
How To Make Leaf Rubbings 1. Collect fallen leaves of all shapes and sizes. 2. On a piece of plain white paper, position the leaves vein side up in a pleasing pattern. 3. Lay another sheet of plain white paper on top of the leaves. 4. Select the colors of crayons you want to use in your rubbings and peel of the paper wrappers.
5. Turn the crayon on its side and gently rub over the top of the sheet of paper. T 6. The leaf images will appear on the paper! Experiment with different colors!
Tips: 1. You can do the same with bark rubbings. Stand next to a tree trunk and follow the steps above. 2. Be sure to bring along a plastic bag to place all your fallen eaves in. 3. Share your rubbings with friends and family who couldnâ€™t go to the park with you that day. 4. You donâ€™t have to limit yourself to autumn-colored creations! Go crazy! Try different colors! 5. You can use the artwork as a greeting card! ~Submitted by Joy Caballero-Gadia
Laugh and the World laughs with You
A woman three months pregnant falls into a deep coma. Six months later, she awakes and asks the nearest doctor about the fate of her baby. "You had twins, a boy and a girl, and they are both fine," says the doctor. "Luckily, your brother named them for you." "Oh no, not by brother! He's an idiot! What did he call the girl?" "Denise," the doctor replies. Thinking that isn't so bad, she asks, "And what did he call the
boy?" The doctor answers, "Denephew."
"Professional Painter" joke A church congregation sent out requests to all the professional painters listed in their local Yellow Pages, requesting a bid on a price to repaint their church building. Almost all of the painters were within a few dollars of their competition, as expected, with the exception of one well-known, well-established, local company, which had been in business for years and had an excellent reputation in the community. This particular painter's bid was about half of what his competitions had bid, and naturally, was selected by the congregation to do the job. On the morning the job began, the painter realized that he had underbid the job by 50%! Not wanting to lose the job, he decided to thin the paint out with water, so he would be able to complete the job for the price quoted. One week later, he received a call from the priest, explaining that after the first rain, half of the paint had washed off the church. The painter returned, looked at the building, and sure enough, the job was ruined. He went inside to pray about the situation, knowing that his business' reputation was on the line.
"What can I possibly do, Lord?" prayed the discouraged businessman. Suddenly, God, in a loud voice from the altar replied, "Repaint, and thin no more!"
Words from our editors Are you up for a challenge?
The editors of the Cyberflashes are passionate about MVC and the wonderful things her alumni members are doing around the world. So working together- volunteering together is really pure joy. We look forward to getting all the contributions from all over the globe, to hear what our classmates, roommates and friends are doing. You, the readers are our important resource people who can supply us with wonderful news and activities. Without your contribution, there will be no Cyberflashes. Just to let everyone know, the CF editors are all volunteers. All of the actively serving editors reside in the US, far away from the main campus in Bukidnon. We know that MVC is bursting with news: teachers come and go, professors achieve much and are being recognized, visitors come and go and interact with folks on campus, and lots of meetings are done in campus. There is lots of news to tell. Our great need is â€œthat special someoneâ€? who is willing to write it down to share it to us. We have a glimpse of some activities from Facebook and we hear it from balikbayans or visitors. We firmly believe that MVC alumni around the world await for the CF every Friday night for these news. We need someone in campus to write these activities down to be forwarded to the CF staff so they can be included every weekend. We need a volunteer/volunteers who will be dedicated enough to share all these for our weekly newsletter. So, are you up for that challenge? You do not
need to have a major in English or communication. Just sincerely write down your thoughts and observation and submit them to the editor for the week to be reviewed or corrected. WE NEED YOU! WE HOPE YOU ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE.
Acknowledgment I would love to thank the following for their contributions to this issue: ArdysJoy Caballero-Gadia, Bobie Davao, Jessie Colegado, Ben Banaag
Let us pray for: * for the bereaved families left behind by loved ones. * for our fellow alumni and friends who are ill or receiving medical treatment. * for the health and safety of our missionaries and their families in different parts of the world. * for the leaders, faculty, staff, and alumni of MVC as they start another school year. * for 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. * for our leaders in our church organization. * for 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
Closing thoughts The greatest want of the world in the want of men – men who will not be bought or sold; men who in their inmost souls are true and honest; men who do not fear to call sin by its right name; men whose conscience is as true to duty as the needle to the pole; men who will stand for the right though the heavens fall.” Ellen G. White
Meet our Editors This week’s issue of the Cyberflashes is coordinated and edited by raylene Ann Rodrigo-Baumgart. Next week’s issue will be coordinated by Eddie Zamora. Please direct all your contributions to him or to any of the editors: Raylene Rodrigo-Baumgart raylene.baumgart at gmail dot com Eddie Zamora ezamora594 at aol dot com Evelyn Porteza-Tabingo etabingo at gmail dot com Joy Caballero-Gadia watermankids at yahoo dot com
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