I was raised by my
mother who loves the Lord very much. I
grew up attending her Christian church and heard about the love of God from
pastor's sermons and Sunday School teacher.
Back then, Christianity was comfortable and familiar and it did not
really require me to talk to other people except for the occasional fellowship
singing, which was always very awkward really.
I was a shy boy growing up and I rarely talked with anyone. When I went to High School and College, I did
not care for the Lord anymore. School
gave me the chance to come out of my shell and excel in my studies. Church life became a chore, a necessary inconvenience. When invitations to youth camps and retreats
were given to me, I thought of excuses to not join. At that point, I felt Christianity was
increasingly getting uncomfortable and unfamiliar. When I looked at my churchmates, I saw
absolutely nothing in common with them and I sought the solace of my school and
barkada. School, with all its secular
ideals and crazy friends was home.
Church was more like an embarrassing family you are afraid to introduce
to your friends.
It all changed
when I had to work in Manila
after College. Alone in a big city, I
was lonely and spent most of my time to myself.
One time a good Christian friend lent me a book called "Can Man
Live Without God?" by Ravi Zacharias.
It started within me a desire for God.
Soon, I was attending Sunday evening services in CCF St. Francis because it was the
nearest church to where I lived. I knew
at that point that I needed to get right with God.
In 2008, I came
back to Cebu for good. Together with my ex-girlfriend Vanessa, we
went to CCF every Sunday. Then as now, we heard constant encouragement
from the pastors to join small groups which they called Discipleship Groups or
DGroups. I thought it was a good thing
to join, but I was too shy. I knew I had
to share my life with other people and I did not care for that. I felt it was too messy, too inconvenient. I also thought I was very busy, but really I watched
TV for hours. Drawing from my childhood
experience of Church, I felt it was best to keep it at a purely-Sunday morning
basis. After that, I can get on with my
life being a Christian.
Soon, I was tired
of a boring life without any spiritual breakthroughs. I've grown weary of my habitual sins and felt
I needed to have people around me who can help and check on me. Along that time, Pastor Steven already saw me
as a regular churchgoer and chatted with me before the services started. He always encouraged me to join a DGrp. Soon after that, Vanessa and I dropped two
pieces of paper in the tithebox with our contact information. Soon a guy named Caloi texted me and
scheduled me to join his DGrp.
My first DGrp
meeting started with only three of us. I
shared briefly about myself, making sure not to go very personal, and listened
to the other two. Each one talked
quietly and assuredly. No one was
argumentative. They were brutally honest
yet remarkably humble. So these were Christian men, I thought. Although there were only 3 of us, I made a commitment to God and I decided to
stick around. I came back week after
week.
Slowly the group
grew as more and more men joined us.
Eventually, it became so big that we had to break into smaller
groups. Soon, Caloi challenged me to
lead the group. Obviously, I felt
ill-equipped, pretentious and embarrassed to take on the task. I prayed about it and was convinced that that
was what the Lord wanted me to do. I made a commitment to God and I decided to
stick around.
Right now, I lead
a group of nine men who I love as my brothers.
I did not want to share my life at first, but when I learned to open my
life to them, they opened their lives to me and blessed me tremendously. Every week, I get a front row seat to the
story that God is writing in their lives.
I saw God move the heart of my brothers to love only Jesus and seek
fulfillment in Him alone. I prayed side
by side with my brothers and waited with them for the Lord's answers to their
prayers. Some were answered, some were
not. In all their victories, we
celebrated together; in their times of need, we prayed earnestly. As for me, I have broken down in front of my
brothers confessing to them my weaknesses knowing with absolute certainty that
I will not be judged but will only be prayed for.
Last year, before
I got married to my ex-girlfriend and now wife, Vanessa, my Dgroup brothers
threw me I think the world's most wholesome bachelor's party. Crossing over from singlehood to married
life, I feel comfort in knowing that wherever I may be going in life, I have my
gang of Jesus-lovers who will readily encourage me, pray for me, and also
rebuke me when needed.
This is one of the
greatest joys of my life: I used to know about
God, but now I know God for myself. I
see Him in the lives of my brothers, he is dwelling in their praises and ever
present in their times of need.
Looking back, I
think I would have missed a lot if I had not dropped my contact information in
the tithe box. I would have spent years
alone as a Christian, with no one to help me grow in the faith. I would have missed out on Christian men who
will pray for me in my weakness, and whom I can pray for in turn. Indeed, it is easier to run the race of the
faith when you run side by side with friends who love the Lord.
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