An Unforgettable Flight...

It was a wonderful day to fly...

I woke up early morning to prepare the things I would bring to Bohol. My boss called me up the day before, that I should be there and meet with some pilots and employees of our company. Tagbilaran was to be the rendezvous point, of something he didn't specify. I was too lazy to disagree, after all, I'd like to be on the other side of Visayas on a weekend.

I would be flying with Capt. Harris on a 2-seater plane. We agreed to take off at 6:00 am (at sunrise) and head off to Tagbilaran Airport (RPVT). I was so excited for the trip. One, because it's been a long time since I last rode or flew on a Cessna 152 and be the acting "co-pilot". I mean I have been a constant passenger of 4-seaters and big planes, but having to manipulate the yoke on an actual flight and step on the brakes before that was new to me, again. Also, I always wanted to visit Bohol. I have passed by bohol a couple of times on the way to other places, and this would be the first time I would literally set foot on that island.

On flight, Capt. Harris and I talked with each other on the radio (using the headset) about many things-church, ministry, and a little about flying. He asked me if I'd have any interest in flying, and I responded that I do like it but I just don't see myself as a pilot-It's just not my passion.I think he was satisfied with my answer, that he just nodded. So we reached RPVT in less than 30 minutes. The sky was clear all the way amidst the passing storm the night before, or so we thought...

After the airport, we were to proceed to a house of a local pastor and have our corporate meeting there. It was also a surprise to receive a donation from our boss to the non-profit organization Capt. Harris and myself was a part of.

At the end of the meeting, we went to the airport to fly some orientation flights around Bohol and after that go home to Dumaguete, but unfortunately the weather did not cooperate. The sky was black, almost zero visibility and heavy rain was pouring along with strong winds. There was no way we could go home on that condition...

So we stayed for a while. Read the weather and see if we can go home or stay overnight and let the storm pass...

So, we had a slight chance to go home at 3:00 pm...Took off and headed straight to Dumaguete. The wind was so strong that the aircraft didn't seem to move. Mid-way , the air traffic controller of Dumaguete advised us to turn back because of heavy precipitation on our way. We had no choice but to go back. We stayed for a while again and tried to check the weather.

I was anxious, I wanted to go home...I didn't have any extra clothes, and I have to travel again to another town the next day for some ministry work, this time by bus.

At past 4:00 pm the weather turned good. The sky was clear and the clouds began to light up. So, we quickly raced to the airport, boarded the plane and in minutes took off. This time the wind was calm and there was no more rain. I looked at the clouds. I was in awe, watching its formations as it slowly turned gold as the sun was about to set. The sea was calm and a plane shade of blue. Capt.Harris, noticing my silence maybe, told me that this was the best thing when he is up there. The view from the top that no matter if it was at the same time or place, the scene will always be different and almost always exhilarating.

(not the actual scene. Courtesy of Flight Access)

He then started to recite Psalm 19...

¹ The heavens declare the glory of God;

the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

² Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

³ There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard. ^[a]

⁴ Their voice ^[b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,

⁵ which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

⁶ It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.

It was beautiful, and I could really understand what David was talking about in his Psalm...

We landed safe in Dumaguete Airport with the runway lights beaming up our pathway. It was the end of an unforgettable flight...

There are so many things to be thankful for...

Here is a clip of how poverty and starvation affects the life of a child...

Earlier I read about this article from the Associated Press...

PARIS (AP) - Angry French farmers dumped millions of liters of fresh milk next to one of France's most famous tourist sites on Friday to denounce the slumping cost of milk and an EU plan to end production quotas, which could further drive prices down.

APLI, a small dairy farmer's union that organized the protest, said over 1,000 farmers and 300 tractors took part in the event, pouring 3,5 million liters (925,000 gallons) of milk onto fields next to the famed Mont Saint-Michel. The Medieval island monastery is one of the most visited sites in France and is next to the Normandy and Brittany regions, which are both big milk producers.

What the heck's wrong with these farmers??? They could have given these tons of milk to 3rd world countries instead of wasting it as a sign of protest. If they didn't want to sell it, at least they could have thought of a better way to air their protest. Dumping and wasting wouldn't make a difference.

And then I saw this one on the news...

What do you gain by throwing pies at each other??? A record??? That's nonsense!!! Can they think of other sensible ways to gain a slot in the Guinness Book of World Record??? No wonder America's economy is in rumbles right now... Its a waste, seeing the pies on the floor after the event.

How about the two kids in the 1st video??? Those who toil just to have a decent meal for the day. The people in Africa and other 3rd world countries who would do everything to just have bite of that PIE that Americans just threw at each other or just to have a sip of the milk that French farmers dumped. I think the WEST should change their way of thinking and stop wasting whatever they have right now...

We should be thankful of what we have. Let us appreciate it by using our resources wisely and not spoiling and wasting what little we have...

First drunk when I was 4...

I shouldn't be blogging this. Maybe some judgmental legalistic freaks will come across my blog and think I'm some kind of alcoholic (Beware!!!). I don't remember getting drunk as a kid, Mom just told me and I was like, "gosh, I did that?". I mean I'm not proud of being drunk at 4, I surely didn't do it by myself...

I'm just missing my grandfather who died when I was still 11 years old. And Yes, you guessed that right. He was my first gunner, the one who made me drunk.And, guess what?!?! He is not an alcoholic or "The Bad Influence" of sorts. He is Julian Bahinting Sr., a war veteran, a church planter, a man of faith-my greatest christian hero.He was "the Grandfather" of all time!!! Although I didn't grew to know him that long, still I have so many fond memories of him and things I hear from my mother.

So lets get to the "DRUNK" part. It was during a Festival in our church (FOT 91) held in a five-star hotel in Cebu. We checked-in one of the rooms there, along with the whole Bahinting clan. It was a get together, one happy time for the family. Of course, my grandfather always had a drink in store. I remember it was always the brand "Emperador". He'd drink one small shot every night to make his blood flow normally before he sleeps. But that night was different, I did all the drinking. I don't know what happened, according to my Mom, Lolo Julian offered me a drink jokingly to which I happily accepted. Drink after drink and I was gulping all of it. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was just my curiosity. I had 5 glasses and I wasted in the hotel's family size bed. The bad thing was, I kept talking and moving in my sleep. My uncle's tease me until today, for what happened that night. Hilarious!!! Those funny things you tried when you were a kid.

Yes, we drink and we enjoy the drink. My Lolo always led an example of moderate drinking.My parents allowed me to drink when I was in my youth as long as I do it in good company, in the right place, and with temperance. Alcohol is not inherently evil, it was meant to be enjoyed and drank mindfully. That's what legalistic people and drunkards miss most of the time.

this one's for you Lo!!

I am badly missing Lolo Julian, and his crazy jokes. I don't know what he would feel if he was still alive right now. It's not just what he hoped our whole family should be, coming from our strong christian background. He knows what I mean. See you someday Lo!!!

Broke my right foot...

I didn't actually break it, there would be a cast wrapped around my foot if it was so. I think I sprained my ankle but I also believe some bones caved-in after the impact...

It was when we decided to go to the beach with some excited kiddos. It was Monday, a National Holiday in the Philippines (some religious leader's burial) so I thought of sleeping all day. But I remembered inviting the teens and youth in our small church to go for a swim in the beach a day before. I really didn't mean what I said, who would go to the beach at 6 am in the morning? But they were more than serious than I was.I was still sleeping at 7:30 am enjoying my cozy bed. Then SMS' flooded my mobile phone, questions like, " Are we still going?" and "Are you already at the beach?". For the "sleepy head" I was, I turned off my phone (I cant reply when my phone is off). But, then some of them came flocking our house and I had no choice but wake up and head for the beach...

So I found myself swimming in shallow waters. There were more than 20 of us, I think. It wasn't a bad idea after all. The weather was cooperative. The sun didn't show up that much.I did not have any problem with my fair skin getting tanned. It was high tide, so the water level rose every time.

Then I suggested again (really good at suggestions) to my companions, "Let's play tayokok". A game of running and tagging. Two competing teams with a base for each, where you have to catch someone from the other team and make them your prisoner (I wonder how its called in other places). So that's what we did, even if I already had a shin splint from playing basketball Sunday night. It was my turn, I ran after an opponent from the other team but he was close too their base and someone tried to help him and ran after me. So I made a detour, I jumped at a lower sand slope at the side so that I won't be caught. But unfortunately I landed at a medium size stone and totally twisted my foot clockwise and heard something snapped. I couldn't run or walk afterward. The pain was really agonizing. I had to walk slowly with my left foot, I could not step my sole on the right. I was limping but I'm still alive.

When I was already at home I called up our old masseur, notorious for enjoying inflicting pain on his patients. So there he was, examining my foot and gave his doctor-like-diagnosis (really, you should meet this old man). Then he started twisting my joints and pressing some veins that made me want to kick him. Luckily, my kicking foot was the one injured. So after some bone-wrenching-moments he told me, you wont be able to walk properly for 2 weeks or more. What?!?! I gave him an I-thought-you-were-supposed-to-fix-me look...

So know I'm limping and people noticed that. A 5-minute walk to the office became 15 minutes. I think I need a cane like Dr. House or a wheel chair. Nah. I don't want to look helpless. I just have to endure this for now...

Well, I got some ounce of advice from my 6 year old nephew when I was cutting with a saw some piece of wood for the sound box I was making. He said, seeing me having a difficulty in my walking "maybe we should cut your foot off so that a new one would grow out?". "Good Idea" I told him, "we'll cut yours first and see whats gonna happen" as I gave him a creepy look. He also gave me a I-was-just-trying-to-help look (Kids!!).

Now, I don't know what this blog is all about... Is it about the beach or my broken foot (not that broken really)?!?!

My new Jogging Buddy...

Because my jogging partner has been taken away (no, he's not dead) by the Lord to brave stormy seas (literally, he is a marine engineer), I had to lessen my frequency in the cool tracks of Perdices Coliseum. I even stopped for 3 week as I was shut down by my laziness to exercise. After all it was so boring to jog alone, circling the tracks with impersonal people (or was that a good alibi?). I didn't feel like jogging anymore...

But after eating black forest, double dutch, snickers and buttered chicken (party left overs) in our house, Bing2 and me talked about how these appetite was so rich with calories and cholesterol. That was when she came to our place because she heard our fridge is full and she believed she had ref rights to open it. We were devouring all the food I mentioned and came to realize how gluttonous we are (overrating). Then I told her jokingly that I should shed some pounds after after this-I'll go jogging. She surprisingly said "I'm in!". I was not opt to believe that, knowing her for the rest of my 21 years in this world would not agree to that--It's just not her. But she was serious, and she said she will come with me. (maybe because of her "color"ful love life). So I said OK, you're coming with me...

And so jog we did, for a week now. After work, I rush home change to my jogging clothes and tag bing2 along. Actually, I'm the only one who's jogging. She just walks all the way, as if shes strolling in the park-looking to the side most of the time. But she's a good buddy. She pays for my fare to the Coliseum and the entrance fee (or I forced here most of the time). *Smirks*

But nothing beats jogging. It's just so stress relieving. Makes you ponder more with life, where your going, circling through life and all those stuff. I enjoy observing people also. Those who go by groups, or just alone. You will find professionals talking about business, see Health bop's doing their thing, the "moms" who don't want to be called fat by their hubby's and a lot more of people from different walks and jogs of life (I kinda eavesdrop sometimes).

This my new hobby now, to stay fit. You can catch me at 6pm, circling the tracks in "our only jogging haven in Dumaguete" of course jogging--and after wards gasping for breath. (hehehe)

PS. Mariel Di Pedeglorio AKA Ma'am Bing2 is My best friend's (BOBOT) little older sister. Sorry Bing!!! I know you don't access the internet that much and you don't do blogging--so I'm pretty sure you won't be able to read this.

God's way of cheering me up!!!

It may be shallow but it's really effective...

Last Thursday I got a call from someone unexpected. Tian Yu, our Malaysian marketing personnel told me that someone's on the line looking for me. I asked him jokingly if its from a female, and he said "yes". I was wondering who could that be. Who would call me from work @ 3:00 pm on our office land line. So I took the handset and said "Hello! This is Joseph, how may I help you?". And then a warm voice from the other line introduced herself...

A year ago, I was checking Asian Institute of Management's (AIM) website. I wanted to gather information about their 16 months Masters in Business Administration (MBA) course. It was my lifelong dream to be able to study in that prestigious school, after reading their school brochure when I was in high school. I even downloaded their application forms and registered in their website and after wards, started preparing the necessary admission requirements for the course. Then, just last week I checked their website again after a year and read that they will be having their student intake this September. And this is what happened after two days. I was shocked when the lady told me that she was calling directly from Makati-AIM Admission's office. I was saying to myself, "what in the world, how did they get this number?". She started telling me that she had one slot left for the September intake and asked me if I would like to be in. I was already overwhelmed that time, but I declined nicely. This year is not yet time for me. I told her that my employment will reach two years next March which is major requirement. That I plan to sign up for next year's second intake. She said it was a perfect choice. She also told me that they are coming to Dumaguete early next year, and promised to include my name on the list of applicants.

I was really happy in so many ways. One is that my waiting was not in vain. That God was still on track and is ahead of my vision even when I placed it on the shelf for some time. That He has been faithful all this time and that my life is actually going somewhere. Two, is because it is somehow a confirmation to my prayers. That my dream is starting to unfold right before me. I had so many plans-I want to do what the Lord wants me to do and at the same time be a blessing to the community and to my country. And, I think getting this education will be a big help to achieving the vision. Lastly, is that God is a God of "Perfect Timing" as He has always been. He knows when to cheer me up and how to do it.

I know, it's still a long way and a long wait. If ever I get accepted to the course, the tuition will be a problem. The 16 month course cost 36, 000 USD and I am the same amount short of it. My plan is to to be on the 5% top scorers of the Admission exams so that I can be admitted as full scholar. It is like a punch to the moon which seems to be impossible. But, I know with His help I can do it-along with a lot of hard work and prayer. At this time, I am already starting to discipline myself more rigid. I have to read a lot of books from now on. I have to make use of my time wisely, as time is not a luxury for me because I have to balance work, ministry and recreation. But this will be a new challenge I need to square off. I still have less than a year.

At the end of the day, I'm glad I waited even though not that patiently (still I waited) and did not push through with my premature plans. God is in control of my life and I will put my Trust in Him...

The Mystery of Death...

Death has been evident to me in the past few weeks...

There was the former president's funeral that was attended and watched by millions of people. I saw on television how mourners and those "nakikiramay" lined up in Manila Cathedral, just to have even a glimpse of the "Woman" who touched their lives in one way or another. How people close to her remembered her and gave their Eulogies on the requiem mass. Also, when people packed up in the streets to pay their last respect as she was being brought to Manila cemetery where she would be laid to rest.

I came to ask myself, "What is death that we are so drawn to it even though most of us are fearful about it?".

Just a week ago, my cousin's mother-in-law died. I was saddened and even tearful when I received an SMS from my mom that Auntie Lucita died the morning on Wednesday. I was in Cebu that time and immediately thought about some fond memories with her. She was like family to us as she she attended the same church in the last two years of her life. I also remembered whenever I visited my cousin's house and how she would start talking to me. It usually lasted nearly an hour as she did all the talking and I did the listening. She was in agony in the last days of her life because of her recurring Diabetes. When I looked at her though, inside the coffin during the wake, I noticed that her face was peaceful. She died in her sleep and did not have to suffer anymore.

Every time I look at the deceased inside the their caskets, I cant help but think about a lot of things. Questions and What if's flood my mind. I don't know the answers to most of these queries and only in eternity will I ever grasp the full meaning of it all.

Death always reminds us that we are finite beings, temporary and limited. It reminds us to make life more meaningful everyday. To live each day as if it is the last. That from dust we were formed and from dust we shall return. But, we should also reflect that death is not the end. That it is just a beginning. That after death there is life. And this life will be everlasting...

Health Services- A job to be improved in Dumaguete

It was 4: 30 pm yesterday when my cousin took of from Dumaguete Airport to Siquijor to airlift a relative who had a stroke that day. He flew the company's Piper Warrior- a 4 seater private plane. He came back after 20 minutes bringing the patient along with her two companions. We rushed to the plane to help the patient out. One aircraft mechanic who was with me cradled her down as she was unable to move a muscle and was really pale. I then helped out in holding the IV. We let her sit down for a while as I ran to the office to call for an Ambulance.

I dialed the Emergency room number of the biggest hospital here in Dumaguete. I was answered by a lady. I told her if they can send an Ambulance to pick up a stroke patient we just airlifted. She asked for my location, And I told her I was inside Dumaguete Airport. She then told me to hold the line as she said she would ask if there was an available ambulance. I held the line for more than ten minutes. I was really upset that time. In between the line I can hear her talking to somebody, she was asking for her transfer papers and other stuff. Impatience got me and I asked nicely if she can accommodate my request. She then ask me the name of the patient, I told her I forgot-as I deemed it unnecessary because this was an Emergency. She then told me to hold the line again. I was really pissed this time. After another 5 minutes she told me that the ambulance was at another place and I am next in line. I asked her if she can give me an exact time for the pick-up and she answered that she's not sure as they only have one ambulance. I told her 'thank you nalang" I'll find another way to bring her there and sarcastically she answered, " OK, as you wish you can always bring her to another hospital". Fortunately, I knew a student who had a car, and asked him if I can borrow it to bring someone to the hospital. He agreed so we rushed the patient the same hospital.

I don't mean to generalize the whole health care providers in Dumaguete. Some are good, maybe, but I often see and hear these issues in many hospitals.I share the sentiments of those victims of the poor service from those who should supposedly take care of us. Some issues are forgivable but I think mine is severe. I was really bothered by some thoughts. Let me enumerate them.


1. MedEvac' s are given full priority in our Philippine Airports. They are given the 1st clearance to land regardless of air traffic. I think this is done because of the word "emergency". I think the lady (operator) didn't understand that and the hospital as a whole. I told her this was a stroke case. Every second is a matter of life and death. Even if it was not stroke-may be another sickness, a patient should be given utmost care in respect to the dignity of human life. During emergencies, hospitals should be quick and committed in accommodating the patient. After all this is what their business is all about.

2. I was bothered when that lady told me that they can't accommodate my request at this time because they only had one ambulance. I really don't know if that is true. But, I was wondering if there are 3 emergency callers at the same time asking for an ambulance, what would they do? Ini minimini mo? "Please wait for the ambulance as you will be next in line"-its like saying "please slow down the death of the victim until the ambulance arrives...

3. To be fair with the lady who answered me, maybe she was really doing everything to help me in my request. But maybe next time she had to be more nice and stop acting sarcastic. I was really nice with her even if I was tired of holding the line. I myself, working for a training institution is taught to treat our costumers well. This is customer service, and our customers are our business.

I hope there will be improvements in our services. Many lives depend on it. We should do our part in improving our city, and our nation. All is not lost... Lets do something about it!!!

When people you've been building dreams are taken away...

I was really frustrated, that's how I felt last week. I know, I shouldn't be. But, I am just human and I get discouraged often times. Last week has been so tough. The past few weeks was a whole lot better. I felt I had to do it all over again-from square one...

Just this past few months, I've been building dreams with a youth leader in our church. He became my protegee and I his mentor. He has been with our church for four years now. His name is Mourel, a product of our outreach bible study in a certain housing project here in Dumaguete. He is now a member of our church worship team, a guitarist and a worship leader as well.

This year is his 4th and last year in his Marine Engineering course. This stage will be allocated for apprenticeship. When he came back here after his vacation from his province he had no classes anymore. He was just waiting for his call from the shipping companies whom he passed his application to.

I knew its gonna happen, that someday he's gonna leave home and board the ship-after all it was his chosen career. The first scheduled trip was supposed to be October, then moved to the end of August. It came nearer every time. But it came as a shock when the manager called him to start his apprenticeship two days after the call. It was the last week of July then. He was kinda reluctant to go. He felt it was a rush. He did not want to leave that early and he still had to ask money from his parents for his trip. I told him to think and pray about it. The same day he got the call, I accompanied him to the office branch of the Shipping company to seek for advice. They're advice was to take the offer because this was a big opportunity for him. I convinced him to go also, though deep inside me I wanted him to stay so that we can push through with our ministry plans, I also felt this was God's favor on him. He decided to go and brave the new journey in his life.

I was sad though, it had to be this early. He was really of good help to me in the ministry. He was among many-my assistant in my Values class, my partner in our visiting ministry every night, guitarist in our youth bible study, my protegee, my jogging mate, my basketball partner and most especially my brother in Christ. I'll surely miss this guy. But I was also happy in his leaving. He already passed one stage in his life, now he had to undergo the next. But I know God has a purpose for this young man's life and I am confident he'd make it through.

After last week, I wasn't frustrated anymore. I finally understood that this is life, we all have this certain transitions that makes us grow emotionally and spiritually. I guess I have to find another person to mentor next...

going loco over coffee...

The story of me and my office mates' love for coffee...

Drinking coffee has been part of our day to day life here in the office. Everyone has his own cup. Others have this stainless tumbler with tight covers to keep their coffees hot. As for me, I only use a plastic cup-good enough so as not to conceal the aroma of the hot drink (sniff sniff).

I do not know where the coffee thing started for all of us. I trace back my addiction to caffeine when I was in Seminary. After a tiring day and night activities, me and my classmates would always take our dinner late. We would always boil water after eating and drink coffee and talk the whole night, realizing that we would still have to wake up early for morning devotions. It was 4 years of coffee indulgence. As for the office trend, I guess it started with our boss. And then someone began bringing coffee in our air conditioned office and everyone else just followed. Now, I can't remember who that was. But since then, the familiar smell has flooded our nostrils everyday...

Now let me tour you to the desks and cubicles of those who dose with caffeine everyday here in the office...

Boss' office: I think he started it all...3 cups of coffee makes his day. I think it is essential for him, as he is a critical and deep thinker. I guess caffeine stimulates his pondering. And when a stressful day comes, it makes him calm down and ease a little to be able to make sound decisions for our company. (credits it to coffee)

Finance: I use to wear those shoes and the Accounting pants. But since it was given back to our dear finance manager (lucky me), coffee has been her pressure reliever. Especially on hard days, when bills, payables, and people come flocking the office. When there are so many things to be paid and the deadlines are near-with no news of money coming, of course prayer comes first (nearly forgot that) and a little sip of of the roasted blend makes her survive the stress each day...

Marketing Boys: The front line for customer service. These guys also seat on the front desk of our office, first ones to pick the phone, answer email inquiry and also entertain walk ins who inquire for flight training and charter flights. I guess they drink coffee just for the love of it. Especially Rohan, our Indian pilot/marketing personnel. I think he cant live a day with out coffee in his system. (watch out for the palpitation)

HR: My cubicle. Of course I love coffee. But never I knew how much it's worth when I started working here. In my first assignment in our company, when I had to deal with numbers and a lot of numbers (not that good at it), I resorted to eating and sleeping after work as my stress coping mechanism to which I am greatly regretful. But now, I have discovered another alternative-"Kape" and thanks to it my life has never been the same. (resounding clap)


And that's it...Here in Aviation Training One International, We treat Aviation as our first Love and coffee as our second first love. (hehehe)


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I am saving it for last...

It' s kinda hard sometimes to answer, when my friends bombard me with a lot of questions about my "LOVE LIFE".
When they ask, "how about yours?".
And I just respond jokingly " there's love and there's life..." (means I don't want to reiterate) .
I wish they'd stop there...
But then again they want me to qualify my answer, " so, your seeing someone?".
I do, like I see everyone with my two eyes. Then I have to nail it, "seriously, I'm single and I'm waiting on God for my future wife".
'What??? Are you serious, why wait?" is the common reply, and the familiar look on their faces as if they get it-that I have a vow of celibacy to fulfill. (Nope, pastors are allowed to marry-thank God..hahaha)
Its not about my vocation, and certainly unrelated about not entertaining the thought of having someone...
Yup. I long for someone to hold, someone to talk to with my funniest dreams, and someone to share my life with forever.
So why wait? I sometimes ask that question too. Why not be with the next girl who comes along? Why not date anyone and then maybe God would reveal the one for me along the way?
Hmmm...sounds biblical. (hehehe)
Its been more than a year since my last relationship with the opposite sex. I ask God sometimes, "When Lord, when will I return to the dating scene?" (not the actual words though)
I examined myself, asking those "why" questions again and again, and I came up with this short list of reasons why I have waited, still waiting, and will be waiting...

1. Top of the List. Because, I am sure that this is what God wants me to do right now. Not that I am on a heroic act or on a special mission, but simply just because God wants to teach me a lot of things in this waiting period of my life.

2. Because I am enjoying my being single. Single blessedness, or single with a purpose is what I call it. A stage in my life where I am enjoying the most and living it to the fullest. Doing things I may not have the chance to do again if I'm with someone.

3. Right now, I am not ready for another relationship and commitment with someone. I am a very conditional person, impatient, slow to listen and quick to speak, and full of pride at times. I still have so many things to work at.

4. I'm complete at this stage in my life (note: at this stage). The next stage may not be the same...

5. I will be giving my heart to the girl God shows me as my wife. I may sound a hopeless romantic, but I truly believe that somewhere out there, under the same sky-my future wife exists.

6. I have better things in mind right now. Big plans for the future. So many responsibilities to shoulder, sometimes beyond what my age can handle. But, I'm learning so many things in my job, ministry, family and with the people around me.

7. Lastly, because I know that God is busy writing the most romantic love story that will sweep me off my feet. Therefore I will wait.


Everyday is an endless battle of the mind and the heart. Sometimes I ask myself, "what am I doing?". When everything is said and done, will it be worth the wait?? I really don't know. All I know is that I will just have to trust God. I also believe that in His time all things will be beautiful. In His proper time.

I want to give my heart to the right person. That's why, I am saving it for it last...

What it means to be held...

I was caught by this song written by Christa Wells and performed by Natalie Grant from the album Awaken. The lyrics of the song was prompted by the tragedies of sickness and death in the lives of 3 women whom Christa admired. These women, even in their grief and pain chose to hope and trust in God.

This song then came out a great hit and have inspired and touched many lives who have also experienced the same heartaches and sufferings...

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Held

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow.
The wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

"But. In the middle of that heartache. At every lonely, dark, lost moment...the Truth.

That in those moments, even then, especially then...we are held, held up, held together, by the the One who has walked here and knows the pain, and who also holds all of time, every story, my story, your story, the Greatest Story in his hands." -Christa Wells

Reminds me of Jesus words, " No one can snatch them out of my hand..."

A blog to help a breast cancer patient...

My friend asked me to post this link to help a breast cancer patient. Please read her story by clicking the link below. Thanks!!!

http://twistedrumbeats.com/?p=252

Waiting, Dreaming, Running after a Vision...

I just finished reading the book by Matthew Barnett, "The Church that Never Sleeps" for the third time. It's a story of a young man who was sent to pastor a church in the inner city of Los Angeles. The church reaches out to gang members, prostitus, the homeless and every need present in the inner city. The Dream Center began as a typical local church. But with the fresh vision and desire to impact the entire city that God birthed in Matthew’s heart, the church grew from 39 members at its conception in September of 1994, to reaching more than 30,000 people each week in the Center’s 40 services and nearly two hundred ministries and outreaches today. The Dream Center houses close to 500 people who are being rehabilitated for the glory of God. Over 35,000 people a week receive food and many other services are offered to meet the spiritual and physical needs of the community. titutes, drug addicts, the hurting and almost eve

This just shows how God can work in the lives of those who have a vision and choose to trust him no matter what ...

I am reminded of Henry Varley's parting words to D.L. Moody.

The world has yet to see what God can do with and for and through and in and by the man who is fully and wholly consecrated to Him. -Henry Varley

to which D.L. Moody responded...

“I will try my utmost to be that man.”

and went on to Evangelize most parts of Great Britain and America...

I have a vision too.

I am in the waiting part right now. The prayer and the planning stage. The dreaming leg of the journey...I guess this is the hardest part!!! Not knowing until when or how long is the wait. I guess the length of wait and preparation is a reflection of the magnitude of the task to be done. God is growing me into my vision and is at work in my life and in others behind the scene.

So WHY WAIT???

" Developing a vision or discovering a vision for a particular area of our lives takes time. Visioneering is a process. Sometimes its a painful process. Because of the time required, it can be agonizing. But it is a process that yields a product worth every bit of the agony along the way." -Andy Stanley from the book "Visioneering"

So I'll have to wait...Till when??? Only God knows. Meanwhile it will be a time for me to examine myself and become totally sold out for this God ordained vision.


ps. I highly recommend these 2 books that have impact my christian walk greatly- The Church that Never Sleeps by Matthew Barnett and Visioneering by Andy Stanley.

Hold Me Jesus...

"Hold me Jesus" is a song from the christian alternative band Big Daddy Weave. Heard of it from a friend. Since then, It has been my life song... I keep singing this song, asking Him to just Hold me-please Hold me Jesus...

Life is tough, especially when you have to decide for something. Something that would impact your whole life and define you as a man. I admit that right now I am fearful in following His will, surrendering, and giving it all up. So I just sing "Hold me Jesus". Please hold me real tight...


here goes the lyrics...

Well, sometimes my life
Just don’t make sense at all
When the mountains look so big
And my faith just seems so small

CHORUS
So hold me Jesus, ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t you be my Prince of Peace

And I wake up in the night and feel the dark
It’s so hot inside my soul
I swear there must be blisters on my heart

CHORUS
So hold me Jesus, ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t you be my Prince of Peace

Surrender don’t come natural to me
I’d rather fight You for something
I don’t really want
Than to take what You give that I need
And I’ve beat my head against so many walls
Now I’m falling down, I’m falling on my knees

And this Salvation Army band
Is playing this hymn
And Your grace rings out so deep
It makes my resistance seem so thin

CHORUS
So hold me Jesus, ’cause I’m shaking like a leaf
You have been King of my glory
Won’t you be my Prince of Peace
(4x)

You have been King of my glory
Won’t You be my Prince of Peace

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I'm a Values teacher every tuesday...

Last June 15, The aviation company I'm presently working with inaugurated it's Aircraft Maintenance Technician course. This is an addition to our list of aviation courses offered. We also partnered with TESDA (an authority for improving technical skills) and gave scholarships for deserving students. Of course many heard of it, and more than a hundred applied. This is rare opportunity to be able to learn the basics of fixing and assembling airplanes. We just accepted 85 students though, 90 percent of whom are TESDA scholars. These 85 students were divided into two sections. They were named The Cessna and Piper batch. The latter for new high school graduates until the age of 21 and the former for students 21 to early 4o years old...

Before the classes commenced, my boss asked me if I can devote an hour every tuesday to teach values class to these student. I gave a nod to the idea, thinking this would be a wonderful venue for me to be able to develop my teaching skills (I think I have one). I was told to partner with Capt. Harris our VP for Avition Training Programs, and take one section for himself. I expected that I would teach the Cessna batch. For my age, this would be my niche and the other section would be Capt. Harris'. Later on, I was surprised that I would be teaching the older batch. I was reluctant of the thought at first, but I agreed to accept it thinking it would be another challenge for me...

Earlier, before the regular class started. I had the chance to interview/interrogate (it went together) all students from the Piper batch. I would be making an assesment as to how many are really interested in aviation and how many are less interested. So I talked to them one by one inside the Director's room. I asked alot of questions-questions that digs into personal and family issues, and sometimes beyond. Of course some were candid to tell the truth or I was just too pushy maybe. Skills I've acquired from being an HR (evil laugh). At the end of the interrogating spree, I discovered a lot of things from each one, many of which are sensitive informations.

So then It came, the 2nd Tuesday from the opening of classes. I would be teaching, and there is no turning back. I've heard that the Piper batch has already established a reputation for being the noisiest and mischievous group even for just a week of classes. These guys were so comfortable with each other and have been through a lot with life, unlike the other batch who are just rookies in the school of hard knocks. I was little bit anxious that some of these guys are twice my age, and if not a lot older than me. I also did not know that their backgrounds, the things I learned from them will be a basis of fear within me (should have known better).

But, I was determined to teach. A melancholy of emotions was hovering over me. After their last class in the afternoon, I was to take over. I kept cool and went inside. I was shocked to see 30 people willing to listen. Values class was not compulsory, and not part of there grades but still many came. I wasn't really expecting some faces to be in that class, or maybe I just had preconceived notions. Our class wasnt really a "good manners and right conduct" session- these guys at their age knows that already. It was kind of an inductive bible study. I chose to discuss on the Book of Ephesians (thanks to David White). So, I started to introduce myself and started with an icebreaker and a song. They were all participative and laughing loudly. Then I asked them all "Who among you here thinks that reading the Bible is boring?". Many out of there honesty, raised their hands. So I told them " After this class you will discover how enjoyable it is!". So I went on, gave the hand outs for Ephesians 1:3-14. I let someone read the whole passage and asked them what would be the best title. Many gave their answers and I accepted it, but one said the title should be "Spiritual Blessing". He got that right, so I asked them "what are our Spiritual Blessings in Christ?". And so the lively discussion started. Everyone had their opinions and I listened to them. I asked them a lot of questions, and they were the ones to give their answers. I explained some ideas which was hard to understand but most of the time they did the talking. We ended with discovering 10 spiritual blessings from the passage. I asked them if they would know all of these things if we dint study the bible and they all responded with a "NO". So I asked them if they enjoyed studying the bible, and with gleams in their face they all said "YES". So we ended, I told all of them to stand and that we would pray. They told me to pray for their concerns, which I gladly prayed for. We all went home afterward, and they said that they are excited for the next bible study.

I really enjoy teaching, it's one of my gifts maybe. I also get a kick out of listening to people's ideas, wacky and funny at times. I didn't expect that It would be whole lot fun talking to people older than you. Its like trying to act older than them. I also noticed that people who may not show up in church, are interested in hearing God's word. They may not want to be preached at, but they believe that the Bible has something to say. It's a whole new experience for me, and I'm loving every bit of it. My prayer is that I can influence these guys and point them to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who too changed my life and gave me a chance to put it back into pieces...

Two days after the values class, one student approached me. He said he once contemplated about going into Bible school but didn't push thru. But after our BS class, he said he wants to study after finishing his AMT course. He is a christian and is passionate in following God's calling. I encouraged him to pursue his calling. I saw the passion in his eyes. He then said, "Sir, I am blessed by your life" . I in return, smiled and said "Thank You"...

The start of a ministry...

It was early Friday morning when I received an SMS message from a friend. He was an attendee from our youth bible study in Villarosa ( a low cost housing ) . I have not seen him for months, but he still managed to keep my number in his phone. His name was Dondie, and his message was that his 10 month old daughter is sick and is in the hospital. He asked if I can help them financially or in any way. I answered that ill try to help them in anything I can...

Dondie used to attend worship services before, until he met a motorcycle accident. His right limb was broken and he had difficulty in walking for a year. During those times when he cannot walk, his girlfriend was always at their house to take care of him. He lived with his foster parents who are already advanced in years and has many ailments already. I used to visit him every week and talk with his parents until he moved out to his girlfriend's house and his parents went home to their province for retirement...To cut the story, his girlfriend became pregnant and they decided to marry afterward.

It was Friday evening when I decided that I would visit them in the hospital. I just came from work and felt tired to go. I was battling in my mind if I should get going. You see, I'm not a hospital person. I really don't like hospitals-the blood, the sick people, the wounds and the smell of public health facility literally kills me. Every time I go inside a hospital, my flesh shakes and I always experience an uneasy feeling. I seldom visit somebody in the hospital. Sometimes my friends get offended when I don't visit them and I always end up explaining that the thought of going inside the facility is a malady for me. But, there are times when I am forced to go there, like when my dad was scheduled for an operation and my uncle with a terminal disease. But most of the time, I always thought that visiting the sick is not my ministry. So there I was, trying to reason out why I shouldn't go. I even sent Dondie a message to wait for me outside, and ill just hand him the money-but unfortunately he didn't receive it. So there I was forced with no option. I prayed before i left home for courage (yup..that is what i needed). Dad told me to pray for their daughter before leaving, I also thought it would be a great idea.


So I rode my dad's 1993 Yamaha Rs-100 and off we went to the hospital. I brought my cousin along to hold the small grocery bag that contained food and fruits. When we reached the hospital I immediately stormed the hallway down to the aisle. It was always my dreaded part of the hospital as sick people line up in the narrow area. To my excitement (or the opposite) I entered the wrong building. I remembered him telling me earlier that they were in the pediatric wing extension. I had no idea where it was, so I went back and asked directions. After climbing flight of stairs I finally found the ward...

The first scene I saw were babies lying on the hospital beds. So I told my cousin that we should be in the right place. Thankfully the place was a little bit clean, so I went inside and saw a young couple sitting bedside. the girl was holding the baby, so I approached them. It was Dondie and his wife. My cousin gave the groceries and we talked about what happened to the child. The child had fever the morning on Thursday, and was really weak and shaking. So they rushed the baby to the hospital-frightened on what would happen to their first child. The baby was diagnosed with Urinary Tract Infection. I saw the fear in his eyes when he was telling me these things, along with it the grief of not having enough money for the hospitalization. Dondie had no permanent work and they are living with the parents of his wife. Two people plucked out of their youth-and the hardships of an unplanned family is what I saw in them. After some talks, I gave them the little cash I brought. Before i said goodbye, I asked them if I could pray for the child. They agreed, so there I was in a public ward prayed the prayer of healing for the baby girl. In the middle of my prayer I felt a boldness in me to pray for everyone in that ward. After the "AMEN", I and my cousin decided to go home. So I quickly went down the stairs and out of the building and Alas i was out of the hospital (good griefs).


When I reached home, I directly went inside my room and lay in my bed. I was thinking about so many things. I was asking God what He was trying to teach me. I wrestled with Him, I said "not me Lord, It is the last time I am going to pray for someone in the hospital and there wont be a 2nd time-not in this life". (exaggerating a little) But, I felt a peace in me-that in my weakness God is my strength. I haven't really surrendered to that thought, but I told myself, why not try a prayer ministry for the sick. That night, God gave me a burden for these people-The hurting, the sick, the dying, those without hope and ready to give up, flooding the hospital for a chance to recover and be well again. A burden I cannot disregard. These are the once he came to earth for... to preach good news to the poor, to heal the brokenhearted, recovery of sight to the blind, To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD...

This was the birth of our hospital prayer ministry with the worship team of our church. After I shared to them my burden, they all affirmed it. These youth under me are passionate for God's work also, that's why they decided to come. Every Sunday, at 4 pm in the afternoon we walk the aisles of Negros Oriental Provincial Hospital just to talk to people, pray for them, encourage them and just being there to show love and care for people we don't know. I still haven't overcome my uneasy feeling for that place. My flesh still shakes, only that it is lessened from time to time. There are some places though like the surgery ward that i cant bear to go inside. (I'm working on it) We always ask God for strength, and pray in the lobby before we minister to people.

I always believe that God is the one who will supply us with everything when He asks us to do something. I understood also that in this ministry, I am not doing God a favor. He can always call someone brave enough to do the work. I am just humbled by the thought that in my ounce of faith God is using me. I am not doing this for anybody and definitely not for myself, for if its just for myself I would rather stay at home. I am doing this because I want to share the Love of Christ that is in me. We will never know where this acts of Love, will bring us...


So there it was, and the rest is history...I will post in my next blogs what really happened during those visits and the people we've prayed for...


ps. Dondies daughter was discharged after three days...=)