Showing posts with label Grace Bible Church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace Bible Church. Show all posts

In the End...


I remember reading about how in the end of all things there will, only music – the rhythm of our triune God who loves us.

I remember feeling this vivid singing in the middle of Grace Bible Church’s 61st Anniversary service where church goers from the generations that have been involved in the church sang the hymns and anthems of their eras in sobering act of worship to the God who sustains –His body His church. A few days later a young Andrew Caleb Gorospe led the Asian Theological Seminary’s chapel with his personal songs of worship and awe at the God who inspires art and music…

I see these experiences as glimpses of this celebration that Hans Urs von Balthasar was talking about at the end of his epic 5-volume work on 'theodramatics' entitled: Theo-Drama: Theological Dramatic Theory where the action of God and the human response, especially in the events of Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday are examined unto which he concludes: “It is, finally, a word …beauty is the word that shall be our first. ”1

But for now I can only anticipate, with hesitation, with anxiety and constant expectation that in the middle of all this dissonant noise right now, there is hope that in the end there will only be music…beauty and the triumphant realization of this now omnipresent reality: that indeed God is all in all!
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1 Urs von Balthasar, Hans. Theo-Drama: Theological Dramatic Theory (San Francisco: Ignatius, 1988) p. 609

Living in the verge of an utter letdown...

For the past few months I've been undergoing what one might call a crisis of faith.

That is not to say that I'm deciding to part ways with the God I love, but mainly this has to do with discouragement –at church, at other Christians and with those in the faith that at one point in my life I've looked up to. I do not want to feel this way.

In fact, I believe that those who share this disappointment are not enjoy state as well, and believe me I know of people who are close to my heart that are feeling the same way as well. Don't get me wrong I have not gone off to believe in another Gospel, or in another Christ, and no I do not intend to stay in this state forever I am just sad, at how the church that God used to proclaim Christ to me as a kid is also the same church that has pierced my heart with grief for its dichotomous approach to doctrine and practice.

That's why I am writing this hoping that putting what I feel into words that fit nicely in some facet of the world wide web would give solace as I am pondering the possibility of parting ways with the church that I've been a part of since I was a child.

Kuya Danny

Last Sunday I attended the morning service and learned that Kuya Danny Asi just passed away...

It only took me now to process the thought of his passing.

Not many in Grace Bible Church remembers him now.

But I do.

Pastor Andrew Tenefrancia

I hardly knew him.

Yet his image was one that was entwined with the few rare instances in my life at Grace Bible Church that got me into interacting with him.

I hardly knew him.

But droplets of tears of empathy trickled down my cheeks two Saundays ago at the Vesper services' congregational prayer, as his GBC family cried out to the Lord for his healing.

I hardly knew him.

Yet the impact of his life and ministry is that I have been blessed with.

I hardly knew him.
And yet the church he has lead for a good portion of his adultlife, whose present leaders he have trained are aldo a good part of my adult life as well.

I hardly knew him.

But I am more than thankful that God used Him to advance His Kingdom through the ministry of Grace Bible Church.

I hardly knew him.
And yet the picture of him handing out a Gospel tract to a soldier peeking in the hatch of an armored personnel carrier will always be a reminder of dedication to the Gospel.

I hardly knew him.
But this I know. One day I will see him again face to face in the Heavenly abode as a kindred soul who finished the race ahead of me.

"The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away;
may the name of the LORD be praised."
Job 1:20

Looking back at the smile that speaks the 'Good News'


When Grace Bible Church celebrated its 50th anniversary, a survey was published at the Gracean which lists ‘the 50 things about GBC that we should thank God for wherein it listed the Bible-based doctrine; to the Living Circle Ministry; to the church's rich heritage and history.

But of all the entries one thing caught my attention as I walked out of the church last Sunday afternoon, which prompted me to dig out that old copy of the Gracean out of my cluttered drawer and write this piece.

It was the 10th entry pertaining to Kuya Mar Cabiles, which reads:

"10. The smiling face of Kuya Mar, cool and composed..."

True enough he is exactly like that as last Sunday morning I saw him at church back with us to worship. Back from the mission field that was Kabul, Afghanistan. Back with his wife Ate Mida and their son Joshua. Back to shine a smile of encouragement to my weary soul that just came from a rollercoaster of emotions that was undergone from the untimely death of Jolas to a number of things that are now better left unsaid.

So as I shook his hand I began to remember him as he and Ate Mida gave me a copy of William McDonald's True Discipleship as a Christmas gift that I was not able to appreciate at the time because I was way too busy wasting my life in a state of hedonistic backsliding. Nevertheless I kept it, and a few years later I read it and learned from it and in its own little way helped me in bringing me back to the fold.

He was truly an encouragement and his presence at GBC is a delight that I've so often ignore during his stay there. I remember shaking his hand on right after they announced to the congregation that they're going as missionaries to Afghanistan, it was after a tearful conversation with my brother Kuya Benjie. I remember him talking about the doctrine of Eternal Security at Sunday school with Kuya Ponch.

And seeing him now makes me appreciate and feel gratitude towards the Lord for blessing GBC with Kuya Mar who has touched a number of lives including mine.

He and his family is a blessing to my spiritual pilgrimage as a Christian.

Later that morning I was also able to chat with his wife Ate Mida about their life in Afghanistan where they overhear the explosions of bombs and bear witness to the persecution of native Christians as they live life under a Muslim dominated society, and as of now as I have gone through a lot in these past few weeks it was a time of refreshing for me and the church as I was greeted with the truth of their faith most notably seen in the smile of Kuya Mar.

God bless them.

Here Comes the Sun...

After the long wait... here comes the sun. truly God is great. As of this moment I'm now employed its now time say goodbye to being a bum and pickup from where I left off...
...by the way check out my new workplace here---> Greenpeace
... check out also the site of my church's youth ministry ---> Living Circle
... my church is also online ---> Grace Bible Church
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... PayItForward has a new home ---> PayItForward
... see what mark's up to in his blog ---> Life's Emotion
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'till then... keep posted...

he's back and well to minister

Its quite amazing that after the long pause Kuya Ponch is already on his way to recovery from this operation that he underwent a few weeks ago. I must admit that it has been 3 weeks already since I've had attended my sunday school class at church, for the reason that Kuya Ponch, wasn't able to be with us at church because he was still resting from his operation and that there was also this simultaneous theological class that's being taught at that same time and its sad to say that I didn't attend that theological class though I think it is very cool, and I am ashamed of myself for not starting it out.
Going back to Kuya Ponch, you may be asking why does the pressence of my sunday school teacher at church really mean a lot to me?
For starters he is afterall my sunday school teacher and I enjoy attending his sunday school class I like his banter at teaching scripture, I enjoy his fellowship as well as the fellowship of my fellow attenders in that class, after all that fellowship is also what other churches would call as a cellgroup. And the people in that class are my fellow cellmates.
But more importantly is that he is a good friend, that transcends beyond that of a typical friend whom you either grew up with or have had a lot of common things, experiences and the like. No it wasn't that he's a lot older than I am. As a kid growing up in church I've already seen him teach at our church's Junior Worship Service when I was still in pre-school.
So why then do we share this bond of friendship, well to start with he was a very good spiritual mentor for me and I must admit that almost all that I am teaching to Laix, Aga and Ryan are partly taught to me by him.
Another is that if ever there were spiritual father's he would have merited to be as one, though I didn't value it during that time that he was giving me this one to one Bible study way back then, still he continued to set me straight and he didn't gave up on me despite the fact that I won't show up for my weekly Bible study with him, for reasons that I could no longer remember.
Another was that he was also the one who continued the started work of my previous
discipler, Kuya Chito after circumstances caused my small group with him to disband.
Moreover, he also was the one who became an encouragement for me to value the habit of reading, especially with the systematic study of the Bible as well as in the area of reading books whether it may be Christian or secular, and if it wasn't for him I would've missed out on such classic literature written by C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and Isaac Asimov.
To look back as to how far I've been mentored by him not once did he gave me the cold shoulder nor treat me in accordance to the offenses that I did, nor did he treated me and my silly manifestations of hedonism and the like with harshness.
I look up to him because I can see that God is truly at work in his life.
I look up to him whenever I remember this prayer covenant that we had when our BS was still starting where we prayed for our family to spend Christmas together because an earlier problem between the doctrinal stand of my older brothers shattered and strained their relationships. And indeed our family did spend the Christmas together at that time. And I can remember him for really being that passionate with his prayer life that he'd always give extra emphasis on that whenever we'd close our BS, as well as the part that he played when he along with other people at our church started the overnight prayer meeting at our church
on Fridays.
I look up to him because I really see him as a good teacher of the word and I admire his creativity in preparing for his lessons for me during our BS where he'd augment elements from Shin Tzu, Starcraft, U2 and musical references to The Cure at our lessons. I liked the way he challenged me to treat Bible study to a level that supercedes that of how I treated my academics. Another is the idea that he also encouraged me to request topics of study for our BS.
I look up to him, because I admire his devotion to studying the word. He once said that he made a covenant with God to finish the Bible from Genesis to Revelation in a year and he has done that since the 1980s and I admire him because he does his quiet time twice in a day, apart from the lessons that he prepares for our Bible Study, the Junior Worship Service, the prayer meeting and for the visitations that does on Saturdays.
Lastly I look up to him for being a good friend to me, thus being a good witness to what he preaches, he helped me with my studies, he visited me at the hospital whenever I'd be sick, he plays computer games with me as well as with other people at church, he lended me disks of PC games that I've never been able to return and he really took the time and effort to listen to me whenever we'd talk.
And seeing him back again at church and telling us of his experience in the operation and in the recovery process, he tells us that when he'd really think about it he said that such experience was given to him by God to really spend more time in taking greater study at His word and he even mentioned that during that three weeks he was able to finish entire books of the Bible in a day, just imagine how he thirsts for the word and I would really like to be like that and the greater fact there is that he choses to share what he's read in the Bible to others as a teacher of the word, as a deacon at our church and as a witness of the saving grace of Christ Jesus our Lord.
I could not help but again feel encouraged this past weekend at the mere fact that he's back and well to minister at our church.

Recharged

Its really an amazing thing to have the assurance that at the end of the week there's always this day called Saturday and Sunday where you could get away from the tantric frustration and weeklong pressure of the daily routine that have entagled us during the previous weekday.
Such a time was Saturday, one the is simply because of the fact that at the very least I could wake up later than my usual since I don't have to go to work, as well as the very fact that I could get to spend a little extra time with my family and friends.
Last Saturday was sort of the usual I woke up very late since I was really tired the night before because I got home sort of late due to the long pizza conversation-cum-dinner I had with Aga, Jeanie and her disciples. I believe it was almost eleven in the morning when I finally decided to get up, partly because of the call that I got from Kuya Benjie informing me that I am the one who's supposed to be playing bass guitar at church on Sunday, but nevertheless I decidied to get up.
As I was sipping my coffee I was informed by my Kuya Louie that we'll be going out for lunch later and so we did along with my parents, Kuya Louie, his wife and my Ate Susie and Kuya Alber her husband where they decided to have our meal at this restaurant along Kalayaan Avenue, called Tree House, whereupon entering the door I happened to see an aquaintance from back in the days of where I still sing for Life Is Trying, the dude's name is Jay and he was one of the bass players that I have met in years he used to play for this Slayer cover band called Bhakti, that was before he got too deeply engrossed in student activism as a member of this peasant organizing youth collective, but based on my knowledge he's now a member of the ANAKPAWIS National Secretariat.
Anyways we were able to partake of a meal that comprises of I believe 5 dishes. And I must say that I truly did enjoy the Sisig and the Crisppy Pata, and later on we had deserts our at McDonalds.
When we arrived home I got the chance to watch the first half of Anaconda with my nephews Arno, Ciro and Gabriel. And later on I met up with Laix at National Bookstore Cubao to go to our weekly youth worship service, and while we were at the bus we got to talk about the stuff that he's presently reading about in the Bible particularly at this story in the Book of Genesis, which at that time talked about Deutoronomy 34.
Later on that afternoon we got to have coffee and got the chance to eat for free at this art exhibit that was serving food for those who arev viewing the launching of this new gallery.
Later that night while I was on my way to leave for my practive at church and Laix also decided that he'd stick around for the practive and so he did and while we were on our way we got into a conversation that I got really encourage by the stuff he's telling me about concerning how God is presently working in his life which was something that really made an impact in me and as well as made me realize how really cool it is that one of my best friends since high school has found a newfound purpose for his life abiding in God's Will. Come to think of it that was really cool since I before when we just met one of the things that really brought us together is simply the fact that we both like to listen to punk rock and we were both jaded by our friends that live in the 'normal' teenage world, but now this is something different because the foundation of our friendship is based on the eternal fact that we are now brethren in the faith.
A strong downpout of rain drenched outside while I was still practicing at church.
So as it turned out we Laix decided that he'd spend the night at our house. Later that night as I would engage in my regular phone conversation with Jeanie I learneed that one of his burdens at school this particular atheist student of hers has finally decided to give Christianity a chance in his life, which was then again another encouragement and another demostration of God's power at work in our lives.
The following morning I got to church just in time for the praise and worship portion where we'll be playing. And later at that selfsame service I was so blessed with the message that our pastor delivered concerning an exposition at the verse Romans 8:28.
Come the afternoon I also spent a good portion of in having quality time with Jeanie and her sister at their house and later on Greenhills and on SM Centerpoint where to my surprise I got myself infected with a bad cold that has left my nose running up to now, and as I arrived home later I got to see my Kuya Peddie and his family who's visited us and I was also able to have a long nap which I really looked forward to during the morning, and as I woke up I got to finish my laundry and take a leisurly bath as well as catch this cool episode of Justice League in Cartoon Network wherein Arkis Chamuk and Galius Sed of the Green Lantern Corps died at the hands of Despero and again got myself into bed where I woke up just this 8 in the morning and led me into writing this piece that you are reading right now.