It's Who We Are

My volunteer journey started in 2008 when I came back to Cebu. Back then, I found a CCF Cebu that is just starting, worshipping in a dark basement in Gorordo. I volunteered in what used to be called Dawnwatch prayer gathering. My then girlfriend, and now wife Vanessa, and I would wake up at around 5 in the morning, make our way to Gorordo, arrange seats and set up the sound system and wait for the prayer warriors to come. We were also serving in the singles ministry. My professional work as a software developer naturally took me to Live Productions.

We went wherever God took CCF Cebu. I served during the Sunday services in Ayala Cinema 2, SM Seaside, Raddison Blue, Marriott, and sometimes City Sports Club. I was there when we only had exactly one projector to stage the whole worship service. We would bring that projector wherever we needed to be. Because God has a sense of humor, I even found myself as the Team Leader of the Music Team for a time despite my musical skills being up to videoke level only.

Finally in 2018, the Lord brought us here in North Drive. I praise God for taking us this far!

Pretty soon, COVID-19 happened which upended our world. Almost overnight, it changed everything.

Well, not everything. The church of God continued to thrive in the virtual space. Eventually, when restrictions eased, it was decided in February of this year that we will come back to physical worship in this place.

It was very challenging. The inertia of very long lockdowns and almost two years of habits proved to be so heavy that it was very challenging to get back to the rhythm of physical Sunday worship. It was difficult for me too personally. This time around, God called me and my wife to lead the whole Sunday Event.

What we found in front of us was an opportunity to start things from scratch. We re-assessed the old ways we used to do things and opened ourselves up to new ways of volunteering. We opened ourselves up to new people too. The restart was a blessing in many ways because it gave a wide space for improvement. But we also knew that we needed to go back to the very basics because we needed a compass to correctly navigate these new waters. We needed to hear from God.

What does He want for the Sunday event?

The Lord brought us to Luke 14:15-24, the Parable of the Great Banquet. Here, Jesus told the story of a master who was throwing a party. He told his faithful servant to make sure everything is ready. When the day of the party came, all his invited friends gave excuses not to come. The master was angry and he told his servant to go out into the streets and invite the blind, the cripple, the lame - basically all the dispossessed in the city. When there was still room, he told his servant to go out further into the countryside and invite as many of these poor forgotten people in the fringes of society.

There is a beautiful phrase in Luke 14:23 that says "Go out to the roads and country lanes and compel them to come in, so that my house will be full." The phrase "compel them to come" does not mean physically carrying them into the venue. It means persuading them to come, removing any excuses not to come, and making them feel welcome to the house of the rich man.

That is exactly what the Sunday Worship Services are. It is God's open banquet for everyone to come to feast in the word of God. Since reopening the worship services, we have met men and women who knew of CCF only from the internet during the long lockdowns. These are the men and women who in the loneliness of isolation, God has touched. They are coming and they are many.

We have a phrase we like to use in CCF Cebu - "Come As You Are". It is from the very heart of God to make everyone feel welcome to come into His house and meet Him. Now, it is our prayer that as we all have a personal encounter with Jesus in this place, He will change us to be the men and women that He wants us to be. Because that is what tends to happen, isn't it? When we decide to follow Jesus, we do not remain as we are, Jesus begins His work to change into what we can be.

In the past few weeks, we have seen an influx of worship goers and we are all simply overwhelmed. Very soon, we will fill up this place and all the various overflow rooms. God is at work in calling so many to worship at a time when the volunteer workers are so few. We need men and women who will usher and help with the parking downstairs. We need volunteers who will help with the live productions, operate the tech booths and manage the program. We need volunteers who will facilitate in Kid’s Church and Song Leaders who will lead the singing. We need you and your whole DGroup to come and serve.

All through the years of my ministry journey, there have been many times when I questioned why I continue to volunteer my time, talent and treasure for God. Many times, I wanted to quit. But I have since learned one thing that I wish to share with you today: To be a Christian is to be like Christ. To be an adopted son of God means to continue the legacy of the Father. And isn’t it the very ministry of Jesus to serve those whom He is calling to Himself?

Service is a Christian heritage that we must live out. It is the Christian identity that we must embody.

There is a scene towards the end of Spiderman No Way Home where the three spidermans played by Toby Maquire, Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland are talking to each other. They have just ended the movie's final battle scene and of course they have emerged victorious. We see them tired and bloody. Tom Holland's spiderman wants to thank them because they saved his life and also say goodbye to them because they will never see each other again. But he looks at these two other spidermans and he is at a loss for words. He’s very awkward.

And suddenly, Toby Maguire's spiderman just sort of stops him. And he goes on to say, "Peter, you know - it's what we do."

Outside on the lobby are booths we have set up for everyone to get to know the many opportunities to serve in this church we love. Please ask us questions if you have any. And if God is calling you today to serve his church, please heed His call.

We are Christians. We are saved to serve. It's what we do. It is who we are.

Giving of Ourselves Solves The Country's Internet Problem

Last week VECO did electrical works along the small road that leads to our home. While doing so, they cut fiber optic internet wires. I asked them who is responsible to fix those wires. VECO said not them.
I called our internet provider and asked for a repair. The contractor came and said it was the "box" that had the problem. I asked who is responsible to fix that. They said not them.

It's been a month now waiting for a delivery of a car part. I asked the service center what the delay is about. They said they were waiting for Manila's delivery. I asked who is responsible to provide the delivery date. They said they will ask because they too are not sure.

Sometimes I wonder how we function as a society when there seems to be no clear accountability. No one seems to be responsible for anything. The German national who decided to leave the country is right: In the Philippines when a child is killed in a traffic accident, the driver at fault isn't really at fault. Rather, we say, it is the will of God that the child should die.

I remember sitting in a shareholder's meeting in a big Singaporean company. After a long time of preparation, the Chairman stepped into the hotel venue and took his seat. He felt hot and realized that the place was not cool enough. The first thing he asked was not "Is the aircon broken?" or "Can we do something about the aircon?". No, it was clearer and more direct: "Who is responsible for the aircon?"
The Singaporeans understand it well: Personal responsibility and accountability is the key to make a society function.

What is the antidote to the Filipino's abhorrence to responsibility? Where do we even begin to repair this extremely fundamental flaw in our social contract with each other?

 
This week, we discussed in Church about giving. Contemplating on 2 Corinthians 9:7 with a few men, it struck me. The Bible - as always - describes the human condition correctly and this time prescribes the remedy exactly. The Filipino must learn to be giving.

In fact giving is the exact opposite of irresponsibility. When we see a neighbor in need and help them, we are saying thus: I am not obligated to help, I am not compelled to give, but I am voluntarily giving a part of my resources to another person. In other words, I see that my neighbor is in trouble, and even though I have no idea who is responsible for their plight, I see their suffering and I am voluntarily taking responsibility to help ease their pains.

What an absolutely revolutionary way to live! What a clear demonstration of love! Not the love that says many words but entails no personal sacrifices. But a true radical way of loving. One where societies can be built on.

I know of some Christian business that has taken this to heart. You can always tell. They are the ones with the most excellent customer service. But I also know many Christians who have taken this to heart. You can also tell. They are the ones who are the most loving.

The Bible says where your treasure is there your heart will be also (Matthew 6:21). Something profound happens when you begin to give to another. As you transfer your resources from yourself to them, a cosmic event happens - one that has existed from the very beginning of time. A part of your heart remains with them.

You begin to care more for them. You are invested in their life. You think of them occasionally and wonder how they are doing. The invisible social fabric between yourself and them is reinforced. They too know this, having been recipients of your generosity. They know instinctively that your heart is with them also.

Volunteering and giving to causes that uplift our neighbors is the antidote to the Filipino's lack of responsibility. This is the modern-day application of a truth from the Bible. God should know. After all, He gave His only Son so we can all have a chance at life.

He knows whereof He speaks.

No Truth

We have now come to this. We are now a nation with no absolute truth. We now all must rely on our own perceptions, which are themselves truths of equal importance.

Back in College, my Philosophy professor said something that has remained with me all these years: There has to be only one absolute truth because there is only one reality we share.

But of course that is not where we find ourselves now. Today, we all have different realities playing out in our own individualized, customized social media feeds. Very few of these realities we actually share.

And yet, our very own hearts are so uneasy with this. At best we laugh at the intellectual acrobatics we need to contort ourselves to justify this world of "perception is reality". Our very conscience is resisting this. Our very selves crave for a shared reality: An absolute truth upon which we build our identity, our culture, our history, our nationhood.

For what are we apart from this? Leaves thrown into the winds blown by those who influence what we perceive.

As a Christian, I contemplate daily what Jesus has said more than two millennia ago: "I am the way, the truth and the life." What an absolutely brazen thing to say. Today, even more so.

And yet, has there been anyone in history who has described reality and the human condition so accurately that societies built on His philosophy have persisted to this day?

Maybe it has been too long. Come, Lord Jesus. Maranatha!

Easter musings

Today is Easter Sunday. At Church, pastor talked about the resurrection of Christ and what it means for you and me. To illustrate his point, he showed not less than six video clips from 2004's The Passion of Christ to the more recent 2017 The Case for Christ. I suppose the only way to drive home the point to millennials now is to show them movies. Speak their language, we always say.

After Church we had lunch with the grandparents. Lunch always feels like a battle these days because the kids are starting to prefer food. Sarah is notoriously picky. You'll have to plead for an average time of 15 minutes before she opens her mouth for a vegetable. She's also becoming overly dramatic lately when expressing what she wants. Right after lunch, she demands to go in one of those bouncy castles in the middle of the mall. Of course, we couldn't go in because last night's rain rendered the castles unusable. As far as she's concerned, this silly fact cannot hinder her stubborn desire. Facts must bend to her feelings. Drama queen.

"Good attitude, or I will spank you."

That settled it.

It's been a long week of healthy food eating care of the chef of the house - my wife. So I figured since it's Sunday, we can treat ourselves to donuts. I grabbed my family to the donut place nearby and made Sarah pick one donut to share. In our family, we share everything. Very seldom are you entitled to one donut.

So she picked the pinkest donut she can find (Heaven Berry, it was called). Banne ordered coffee and a glazed donut. Ethan did not have a say on the matter. Off they went looking for seats while I paid. And then I splurged buy frozen yogurt with almonds, mango (kids favorite) and strawberry toppings. I deserved it.

I was told the yogurt won't be done in a while, so I rejoined my family with two donuts on the tray. To kids it does not matter if you give them 5 or 10 or 25 donuts. If you come bearing one donut, they'll scream their delight just the same.

I gave each one a fork (even Ethan) and we attacked the donuts in maybe 3 minutes flat. Which of course made Sarah sad. And before another Oscar-winning performance commenced, I said the frozen yogurt will be coming soon.

There has never been a face that transitioned from gloom to joy in such a short time! It was hilarious. She went straight from crossing her arms and pouting to raising her arms in victory. Night and day!

Then the frozen yogurt came and we descended upon it like locust. Ethan survived, I am happy to report.

I suppose all of us instinctively feel there is inherent sadness with things ending. We hate the ending of a long week-end vacation. We dread when love turns sour and curtains fall on a romance. No one, and this is fact, has ever dealt with the reality of death with grace. Things, like Sarah's donut are bound to run out. And that yogurt that comes after? It will run out too.

God knows this. And on that fateful Easter Sunday more than two thousand years ago, He did something about it. He rose from the dead. It was God mocking at what we all know to be the most final finality. He shed off his burial linens, and rose from the dead. Thereby giving all of us - Sarah, myself, you and your loved ones - the hope that things will never have to end.

The Magic That Perverts The Truth

There is a form of magic that is gripping my country right now. It turns otherwise sane, respectable people, into unrecognizable strangers who get stranger by the day. I never thought this magic had been so pervasive until a doctor – a most beloved woman and dear friend to me – showed me recently how she had succumbed to this wizardry. I listened to her defend with all her professional credibility what to me was an obvious lie. When a magic so perverts the truth, I hope you will agree that it cannot be the good type.

We were there, conversing as friends do. Because we believe in the importance of the family, our topic naturally turned to our children. Children, we are convinced, remain to be one of the most vulnerable victims of the modern day. We were pondering the phenomenon of homosexuality and the preponderance of evidence that suggest sexual abuse done to children causes this. Not only homosexuality, but also a plethora of other deviancy. I have recently read Dobson’s important book “Bringing Up Boys”. There, Dobson strongly advises against leaving boys and girls to the care of any adult who is not the child’s parents if only to remove the possibility however remote of a sexual abuse. The stakes are simply too high. A singular act done to a child can change the course of that child’s life and his perception of himself.

As we lamented this fact, she started speaking manifestations of the magic I speak of. She suddenly said the reason why there are too many children being sexually abused recently is because of – you guessed it – drugs. Her remark startled me. It came out of nowhere, and the connection seemed to me rather forced. I did not respond and simply stared back at her. She went on how drugs has been a total menace, and how children now are paying the price because drug addicts are sexually molesting them. Again, I did not respond. That thread of the conversation having properly left hanging, we went on to talk about other things.

First, the facts. There is absolutely no evidence I can find that can support her assertion. There is of course a link between drug addiction and criminality, evidence supports this. But to draw a straight line from drug addiction and being predisposed to sexually abuse children is irresponsible.
To begin with, to draw a straight line between drug addiction and crime, we need to understand what we mean by crime.

There are three categories of drug-related crime that we know of:

• Drug behavior – crimes that resulted from drug users’ mental state and behavior have been altered by the chemical effects of drugs. Examples of this are rape, murder, etc.
• Economic – crimes that resulted from drug users’ need to acquire drugs. Examples of this are theft, robbery, holdup, etc.
• Structural – crimes that resulted from actors to maintain the structure and hierarchy of the drug trade. Examples of this are drug smuggling, turf wars, etc.

Out of the three categories, my friend is obviously alluding to drug behavior. I am yet to see evidence that drug addiction causes one to sexually abuse children. To establish this link, one must make the case that child molesters are – for the most part – drug addicts. Again, there is no evidence of this.

However, this is the second fact that is troubling: The converse is true. There is strong evidence that the reason why many are drug addicts is because they have been sexually molested as children. Studies confirm that children who experienced being sexually molested go through changes in the chemistry and neurology of their brains that predisposes them to drug dependency. This is fact.

To those who subscribe to the magic that posits drugs as the source of all evil, this is a most inconvenient fact. For this magic to work, it must first assume that drug addiction is a choice. And since it is such, drug addicts must be held accountable for their choice. This magic is reinforced by juxtaposing their cruelty and the horrible sorrow and calamity they bring to their victims. Their victims must be avenged. An eye for an eye ad infinitum.

What of the fact that these drug addicts we so quickly vilify are themselves victims? The dark magic will have none of that. For indeed that will break the magic down. The government policies, like magic spells, must be rewritten. The Dark Lord himself must apologize. The Dark Lord does no such thing.

Until then, we can only hope our own children will not suffer his wrath.

Redwoods

We have stood for centuries like pillars
To watch the endless procession of men and women
Who love and hate and act as if they wield power over us who
Carry the weight of an ever-changing sky

[Muir Woods, Nov 22, 2016]

Take Home

I have traveled an unimaginable distance
In economy class
To escape an unkind economy that has given my father cause
To say goodbye to me that day in the airport
With a list of pasalubongs written on the back of a tape receipt.

I have heard the language of a people
Who look at me strangely still
Unless I open my mouth and in front of them
Do an impromptu speech - a sentence or two perfectly accented.
The great performance of my daily life now.

I have eaten meals with so much leftover it can feed a family back home.
(But how do you say take home? Take out? Bring out? To go?)
Back where I am from there are no leftovers.
We eat everything.

We believe everything, too.

We believe in heroes until they tell us they are actually foes.
We detested foes until they are given hero's burials.
We believe in truths about our nation's character
that we will believe to be lies if you tell us to.

A faith like a child's.

We believe in a child-god and we dance on the streets for him.
I have driven the freeways here and you cannot dance on them.
There are many traffic signs but none that say
I can dance for my child-god.

So I obey
Like what my father used to tell me.
Before he died of cancer and was buried as my hero.

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A whimpering, simpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I

He used to sing that song to me.

[Written in Lake Tahoe, Nov 13 2016, for the Filipino overseas and for Ed]