(Meditating on Psalm 84)

How lovely is Your tabernacle,
O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, yes, even faints
For the courts of the Lord;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
(Psalm 84:1-2)

One of the many things that I love about our Church, JESUS MIRACLE CRUSADE INTERNATIONAL MINISTRY, is its offering of a 24/7 sanctuary. That is, a sanctuary for the weary soul and the sick body.

All over the country, there are outreach stations, pastoral houses and fasting houses where one could take refuge. These are not towering cathedrals, no, they are far from such. In fact, some outreach stations could be so bare with only curtains for walls, but these could be havens for anyone looking for rest, both for the soul and the flesh.

In these houses, the workers of the Lord’s vineyard praise and worship night and day, with fasting and prayers. Their soulful singing and worship invite the glory of the Lord, hence, though the place is not built with marble and hardwood or gilded columns, God’s anointing descends and imbues the worshipers with power from on high.

Blessed are those who dwell in Your house;
They will still be praising You. Selah 
(v. 4)

I was one who ran to God’s sanctuary often. When my body was so sick and couldn’t seem to find the way to heal, I ran to this sanctuary. In fact, our whole family lived there for a season, in Pampanga Fasting House. I found great comfort in plunging myself at the feet of Jesus in His sanctuary, completely yielding myself to His mercy. I believed in His existence. I believed He sees and knows and moves among the children of men. I believed He heals. I had to believe and I did, with all my being. That’s why one afternoon when I thought I was breathing my last, I signalled for the one caring for me to call for the prayer warriors who were praying and fasting to pray for me. And even when I knew it could be my last breath, I was believing and surrendering, and He proved to me that He is real and true, faithful and unfailing.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
Whose heart is set on pilgrimage. 
(v. 5)

They go from strength to strength… (v. 7)

One can trust God in His sanctuary which is filled with His anointing and power. One can run into this place, not to gaze at the magnificent paintings and murals on the ceilings and walls for these are only found in cathedrals and basilicas, but to find solace for the soul and healing for the body.

This is what sanctuary really means.

It was where Sis. Dina and her dying daughter ran to when the doctors in the hospital could no longer do anything for Janna. They ran to the fasting house in Sauyo, Novaliches in Quezon City where praying and fasting sisters awaited them. And Sis. Dina, the fraught mother, found solace to her soul, and Janna found healing to her body.

When Sis. Sarah was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and she was told by the doctor that only surgery could prolong her life, she refused it but instead travelled to the same fasting house to find strength and solace there. And when her tumor broke open while she was travelling in public transport and blood leaked out of her blouse, she was determined to reach God’s sanctuary. And she arrived there where sisters in Christ ministered to her.

Like what I did in 2004 when I lived in Pampanga Fasting House, comforted day and night by constant praising and strengthened by prayers with fasting, so did Sis. Sarah. She lived in God’s sanctuary until the day the Lord brought down His healing upon her, and she rose up from her sick bed.

And there are still many who run to God’s sanctuary to take refuge there, at any time of day or night. This is declared in their testimonies. I can’t possibly mention each one.

God is real and He makes known His power among men. The kingdom of God has come near to [us] (Luke 10:9). It is manifested through His amazing testimonies.

For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
The Lord will give grace and glory;
No good thing will He withhold
From those who walk uprightly.
(v. 11)

Read in full the testimonies mentioned above:

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God Causes Them to Know Him

(Meditating on Psalm 83)

Psalm 83 speaks of Israel’s prayer to God to confound those who conspire against her. But how can we apply some of the verses of Psalm 83 in our present-day lives? We’ll consider this:

So pursue them with Your tempest,
And frighten them with Your storm.
16 Fill their faces with shame,
That they may seek Your name, O Lord.  

That they may know that You, whose name alone is the Lord,
Are the Most High over all the earth. 
(Psalm 83:15,16,18)

I would like to use these verses in a positive way: that God pursues them whose evil deeds have multiplied and overflowed. That He pursues them with the “tempest” of His purposes and frightens them with the “storm” of His punishment. That He is determined to frustrate their schemes and confound their evil plans, that they may be put to shame and be greatly dismayed. So that they will know Him and turn to Him.

On the other hand, we know also that the thief comes to steal, to kill and to destroy (John 10:10a), and God may allow him to carry out his work, then use it for His purposes and turn it into victory in the end. So that, behind the calamity, we might find life and have it to the full (John10:10b).

Such is the moving story of Bro. Eric Fajardo, a former policeman who lived in depravity, but there came a time that he reaped what he had sown. The day he thought he would be honored in a town’s important occasion where he was the guest speaker turned out to be the darkest day of his life. He brought along his family for he wanted them to witness this special event in his life. But before he could even set foot on stage, there was a bomb blast followed by indiscriminate firing. When the smoke subsided and Bro. Eric could see clearly, he saw his whole family sprawled on the ground, bloodied and lifeless.

Read more of Bro. Eric Fajardo’s testimony here.

I believe that God causes us to cease from committing evil by allowing calamities (maybe in the form of illnesses, suffering, heart-wrenching problems, etc.) to come upon us so “that [we] may know that [He], whose name alone is the Lord, are the Most High over all the earth” (v. 18) and turn to Him and surrender our lives to Him.

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Inside the Enemy’s Camp {A Mission That’s Worth a Thousand Crusades}

(Meditating on Psalm 77)

We’re in Psalm 77 in our Journey Through the Psalms Friday, and how very timely to be discussing about it now that our Church, JESUS MIRACLE CRUSADE INTERNATIONAL MINISTRY, had just celebrated the 12th Mindanao Peace Mission Anniversary last October 7.

This is all I could remember about it. I was resting comfortably on our new bed in our new townhouse watching the evening news. I caressed my bulging tummy; I was about 5 months pregnant with our first baby. I saw in the news how these emaciated prayer warriors together with their beloved pastor were battling and struggling against all the hardships they were in as their stay in the Abu Sayyaf camp was prolonged indefinitely. What little I can remember of it (because I didn’t really focus my attention, there were other things in my mind then that were more exciting – how selfish I had been!) was that, those Christian men were staying strong in their faith amidst all the perils around them. I remember thinking, “Why would anyone want to go to that hellish place?”

It would be three years later when my memory would be refreshed about that news, when I was brought to the feet of Jesus at JMCIM, dying and shaking from unexplainable fear. It would be months later, as we continued to serve the Lord and hope for His healing, that I learned that the Church where the Lord had mercifully brought us to was the one who bravely entered the Abu Sayyaf camp to pray for the 21 Sipadan hostages and help with their release.

Every year as the Church celebrated this victorious peace mission in Talipao, Jolo, Sulu in the island of Mindanao, I would hear about the amazing – A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! – testimonies of the 12 prayer warriors who had experienced the horrors of that place in the presence of the fierce Abu Sayyaf. Just a few weeks prior to JMCIM’s entrance to the camp, a Catholic priest, Fr. Gallardo, was captured by them. They extracted all his nails and plucked out his eyes before they brutally chopped off his head.

I cannot now write all the testimonies of God’s mighty deliverance during their three-month ordeal inside the enemy’s camp and the military assault that followed. How could Bible-wielding, weak and emaciated (from daily fasting up in the cruel mountains of Jolo, Sulu) Christian men escape the fierceness of the Abu Sayyaf and later on, the canons and bombs from military planes (for the government had declared an all-out war against the Abu Sayyaf but they (Abu Sayyaf) insisted that the JMCIM Christians would stay close to them)?

I cried out to God with my voice—
To God with my voice;
And He gave ear to me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord;
My hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing;
My soul refused to be comforted. 
(Psalm 77: 1-2)

The bombs would drop from the military planes, cutting off trees and spattering the earth. The Abu Sayyaf would be fleeing to wherever they could escape, but the faith-full Christian men, always anticipating God’s mighty deliverance, would be on their knees, arms raised up to heaven, yielding their bodies to God’s protection WHICH.NEVER.FAILED. (Sobbing now).

And God delivered them triumphantly, all thirteen of them. They were not hurt by the Abu Sayyaf nor the bombs and canons of the military assault. HALLELUIAH!

But the beloved pastor suffered much. Due to prolonged fasting (he had fasted 40 days and 40 nights before entering the Abu Sayyaf camp and continued it during much of their stay in the mountains), his body weakened so much that he could hardly walk and talk. He is still recovering until now. I remember the apostle Paul’s words: I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus (Gal. 6:17).

As the years passed and the Church continued to wait for the beloved pastor’s full recovery and as it travailed still in heartbreaking trials (the passing away of the beloved assistant pastor, Lina C. Almeda, among other trials of faith), some despaired (I was one of them) if the Lord’s eyes and miracles were still on His Church, JMCIM. But we were wrong in even letting that thought enter the mind. For God again showed His amazing miracles – healings, lives changed, deliverance – and let His powerful presence felt in the congregation every worship service.

I read Asaph’s laments and I can imagine the beloved pastor (and the beloved brethren) awake in the night, meditating on God and His wondrous works.

You hold my eyelids open;
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old,
The years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance my song in the night;
I meditate within my heart,
And my spirit makes diligent search.

Will the Lord cast off forever?
And will He be favorable no more?
Has His mercy ceased forever?
Has His promise failed forevermore?
Has God forgotten to be gracious?
Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies? Selah (vv. 4-9)

I hold these precious words close to my heart. They serve as lamp in the dark, wisdom in weakness and confusion.

Last Sunday, October 7, the whole Church gathered together again to remember God’s goodness and celebrate His mighty deeds that He has shown. Once again, brethren, specially the prayer warriors of the victorious Talipao peace mission, shouted out their praise, testimonies, and celebratory messages in the pulpit. Human strength is not enough to shout out God’s wondrous works to the ends of the earth.

And I said, “This is my anguish;
But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
11 I will remember the works of the Lord;
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.
12 I will also meditate on all Your work,
And talk of Your deeds.
13 Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary;
Who is so great a God as our God?
14 You are the God who does wonders;
You have declared Your strength among the peoples. 
(vv. 10-14)

Below, I share with you photos of this blessed event. I pray these will be a blessing to you.

Congregational singing – joyful. These were those on the grounds.

The beloved brethren with their umbrellas to fend off the heat of the sun.

The Children’s Choir

Youngsters in worship (Children’s Choir)

The Adults’ Choir (brothers’ side)

Youth and Singles’ Choirs combined. Those on their knees were being filled by the Holy Spirit.

The musicians

A sister worshiping.

Beloved workers in the vineyard of the Lord (preachers, prayer warriors, pastoral workers).

The Jesus Finest Generation Choir

Up close

Hands in praise

The beloved JMCIM mimers

The Adults’ Choir (sisters’ side)

Our dearly beloved Hon. Pastor Wilde E. Almeda in the pulpit. He was in the verge of tears remembering how God had mightily delivered him and the 12 prayer warriors.

The altar call


  • I thank beloved Bro. Edu Cortez of ExtremeDetails for providing the beautiful photos. God bless you so much more, Bro. Edu! (Lord willing, I hope to get some photography lessons from you in the coming days :)).
  • I was blessed to have browsed the manuscript of the book written about the Talipao peace mission by an American (CIA) who had studied and followed through the whole event. I hope and pray that it will be published soon.
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To Have a Life

It was late Monday night, I sat at the edge of the bed to sing praises to the Lord and worship. After a few songs, I knew the Lord has ushered in a new day, and it was already the day of my birth. I began to sing spontaneously, singing that which my heart wanted to cry out. It wanted to shout to the Lord its deep gratitude for His mercies that endure.

When the need for God is deeper and more urgent – like the next heartbeat perhaps – and His mercies and rescue come like a gentle rain — gratitude is more profound.

So I lift up my whole being towards Him, trying my best to express my gratitude for all He’s done in my life, if that were possible. But truly, there are no words or songs enough to convey this.

I thank Him for my life and for the countless times that He has come to my rescue. He has never failed me. And during seasons of celebrations, I still strain to remember the times of great need. This helps me maintain a posture of being bent down low and stay in the path of humility and thanksgiving.

It was early 2005, my body was busy dying, but my spirit was busy believing, trusting, and hoping. When I rested from reading the Bible or listening to Bible Studies on tape, I counted the flowers on the wallpaper of my daughter’s room where I spent that first quarter. Or I would watch through the window the townhouse being built in front of our house, how each rivet was driven into the corrugated roof. Counting flowers on the wallpaper – one can’t avoid it when one is bound in bed like I was.

Later on, I found inspiration and enough strength to color children’s coloring books. I wanted to pass the time more enjoyably and my fingers were ready for the exercise.

Years later when I was already basking in God’s healing grace, I wanted to do something which would celebrate God’s mercy and goodness in my life. I wanted to make use of my regained strength which would make me remember constantly how God has raised me up from my sick bed. That was the time I wanted to prepare special snacks and meals for the family. And the table of thanksgiving was set up. It is now a fast becoming tradition of our family.

The weak hands and fingers that couldn’t be used to put food into my mouth and were later on exercised by making strokes of the crayons on the pages of a coloring book, are now the hands that knead dough to make bread or stir a batter or temper egg yolks to make a custard or scoop ice cream that I have made. The family gathers around the table and I don’t fail to think about the goodness and faithfulness of God. Every bread that I make and put on the table makes me think of Him who held the bread, broke it, and offered it for the life of the world. He is the living bread.

“I am the living bread which came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread that I shall give is My flesh, which I shall give for the life of the world.” (John 6:51)

Faith has triumphed over flesh. The body that was bound in bed now lives a fulfilling life, a life the Lord has purposed when He called me to walk in His presence.

He is calling us to have a life in Him – a life redeemed, healed, and made whole by Him. Friend, are you in the dark and don’t know what to do and where to go? Jesus is calling. It is all possible for Him.

Know the keys of salvation here.

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Hope in Marriage {and Our Testimony}

For a debate in college about divorce, my classmate (he was top of the class) asked me what argument against divorce could I contribute beside those which are common ones. What did we know about the subject considering that there’s no divorce law in our country and we were all engineering students faced with math problems everyday? But we did have minor subjects and we needed to study them, too.

I thought for a moment then gave my opinion. “I think the existence of divorce has a psychological effect to people. For the unmarried, I think they may tend to be rash in making decisions to marry thinking that if they had made a mistake or things didn’t go as expected, they could file a divorce and start a new life. And for the married to not do their best to make the marriage work. I think that if people knew there existed a law which easily dissolves a covenant and is accessible to all, they would tend to enter into that covenant with the mentality that it may, or may not be permanent.” In other words, it creates a mindset.

There is no divorce in our country Philippines. What we do have is annulment and it isn’t that popular, especially among the masses. I can think of 3 reasons why:

  1. Difficulty – it isn’t easy to get an annulment, and the process is tedious, frustrating for many, and may take many years. I believe that our country, being predominantly Christian (though different sects), has stringent annulment law.
  2. Cost – it is very costly to pay for lawyers’ services. Almost only the wealthy can afford it. So, it is like a special privilege, if I may say so.
  3. Beliefs – I believe that majority of the Filipino people still believe in and cling to the sanctity of marriage, that separation brings a stigma, and so, they do their best to stay in the marriage.

These reasons could both be a strength and a weakness. Strength because they drive couples to avoid, at all costs, having to resort to annulment and lead them to the way of reconciliation. Weakness because for spouses who cannot afford the process, yet, their separation is final, may nevertheless choose to live with others while still legally bound to each other. They may start new families of their own without the blessing of marriage.

But, whether divorce or annulment, the fact still remains that broken marriages and shattered homes exist and so, there must be something higher, something that is above our strength, wisdom and power to do, that could give people hope for a strong, healthy, and lasting marriage.

That hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Some people may have become bitter, cynical even, to believe that there is hope in a wrecked marriage. But there is. And that is our testimony.

I had walked down that hall – eerie, cold, and seemed not to care about the heaviness, the turmoil, that was going on inside me. I stared at dark, hardwood shelves that lined the walls and reached the ceiling; they sturdily held thick volumes of Law books. Two lawyers sat across the dark, burnished round table, as they briefed me about the rough road ahead. This was the Law Office of the country’s high-caliber names. And I felt so unsure. Lost.

I walked down that quiet hall again. Why was the road to freedom felt like diving into a bottomless pit? It is because true freedom is not obtained through a legal process, but a spiritual process. The Lord Jesus Christ declares:

I am the way, the truth, and the life… (John 14:6)

And only the Truth sets one free (John 8:32).

I continued to muse.

How could one get out of this difficult, painful situation?
Isn’t there any other way out of this mess?
How could one undo what’s been done? Unbreak what had been callously broken?
How could one erase, rub and wash clean the stain of shame and sin?
How could one end and close something at last or how could one start anew – either a new life with the old or a fresh new beginning with the new?
Are these even possible?

I had absolutely no idea.

I didn’t go back to that law office. Sometimes it’s good to be in that place of indecision. Then salvation came. And with it, restoration. Restoration! How I love that word! He restoreth my soul. He restored my family. He makes all things new!

It is all so easy for He has done it all. It is all for free for He paid it all.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. (2 Cor. 5:17)

Walk to Christ. Surrender to Christ. Be in Christ. He is the solution to our heartbreaking problems.


  • More on our testimony: Only Jesus
  • Know the keys of salvation here.
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  • Blemished canvas of our wedding photo

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God Saves Us from Our Adversaries {and the Testimony of Bro. Albert D.}

(Meditating on Psalm 70)

Let them be ashamed and confounded
Who seek my life;
Let them be turned back[a] and confused
Who desire my hurt. 
(Psalm 70:2)

I was reading and re-reading Psalm 70 and thinking what would I write about it for Journey Through the Psalms Friday, then I remembered the testimony of Bro. Albert D., a former member of the New People’s Army (NPA). I cannot write everything in detail here, but I hope a brief retelling of it would suffice (I’m writing from memory of his testimony which I’ve heard a few times).

This testimony would prove that God gives His angels charge over His children, the elect, so that they will be safe in all their goings-out and comings-in. (And I pray that you will not grow tired of reading testimonies of God’s mighty power, saving grace and miracles for how shall we escape if we neglect so great a salvation, which at the first began to be spoken by the Lord, and was confirmed to us by those who heard Him, God also bearing witness both with signs and wonders, with various miracles, and gifts of the Holy Spirit, according to His own will? ~ Heb. 2:3-5).

For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways. 
(Psalm 91:11)

I just love this verse, don’t you? I pray it morning and evening for my family like this, “Give Thy angels charge over them…” and always, peace and assurance from the Lord and King wash over me.

In the late 80s, when our beloved Hon. Pastor, Evangelist Wilde Almeda was zealously preaching against communism, two members of the NPA from Mindanao were sent to assassinate him. One of them was Bro. Albert D. They started surveillance of the beloved evangelist’s movements. They would wait at the curb outside of the pastoral house for hours on end everyday. Bro. Albert testifies that they would be falling asleep waiting for the beloved pastor to come out. One time, one of them asked someone who came out of the pastoral house what the beloved pastor was doing. They were told that he was praising, worshiping, praying and fasting and would not be coming out for hours yet.

Later on, they were able to study the beloved pastor’s schedule. He regularly went out during worship days, without fail. Many times they attempted to shoot him during a stop at an intersection, but always, their high-powered weapons failed. They would return to their rented house and fire their rifles and guns and these would be working perfectly.

Months passed and they failed to assassinate the man of God. They later received news from the province that they were already the ones being hunted down by the group. Bro. Albert’s parents warned him not to come home. Later, he learned that his parents were murdered.

One day, he was trying to escape his pursuers. He happened to pass by the Quezon City Memorial Circle. He saw that there were many people gathered inside. The crowd was thick and he believed that he could hide safely in the midst of the throng. And so he did.

He escaped his attackers but he would soon find out that he fell directly into the hands of the living God (but in a good, marvelous way!). As he stood amidst the worshiping crowd, he recognised the man on stage. With fury rising up and pulsing in his veins, he drew near the stage and aimed his gun at the beloved evangelist, muttering, “You are the reason my family was murdered! Now, I’m going to finish you!”

But before he could pull the trigger, he saw two beings standing before and behind the beloved evangelist ready to strike. They were huge beings in white, according to Bro. Albert. He was so stricken with fear that he fell upon his knees, shocked and completely without strength. At this point, some brethren noticed him and they arrested him. But the beloved pastor stopped them, declaring, “Don’t arrest him! For God is the One who just arrested him.”

And that was how Bro. Albert was amazingly saved. He didn’t know the Lord Jesus Christ before this time. The Lord revealed Himself to him in His own wonderful, marvelous way! And that was how our beloved pastor was miraculously delivered from his adversaries.




Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in You;
And let those who love Your salvation say continually,
“Let God be magnified!” 
(Psalm 70:4)

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Which Side are You On: Faith or Fear?

JMCIM brethren worshiping on the grounds of Amoranto Stadium during a Sunday service.

I often share about the powerful moving of the Holy Spirit in our church, not only during worship services but also in everyday life. I have mentioned a few times before and I’ll mention it again now (I hope you won’t grow tired of it), that we have worship services three-times-a-week: on Fridays, it’s an overnight service from 8:30pm to 4:30am the next day, and on Sundays, it’s a whole-day affair from 10am to 5pm. What do we do in so many hours, you ask?

Most of the time is spent in testimonies. In-between choir singing (5-6 different choirs), brethren in Christ take turns in testifying in the pulpit of the miracles, healings, and mighty deliverances God has wrought in our lives. These testimonies are not only salvation and conversion stories, but ordinary and extraordinary miracles that the faithful encounter in daily life. (I could say that we are always on the look-out for such and we won’t delay in bragging/declaring about them in the pulpit for the glory of God).

That’s why I was surprised to read how other Christians in the other side of the globe react to supposedly God’s miracle and mighty deliverance.

I’m currently reading this Christian book and I was really enjoying it until I reached near the end where the author related a story about their family being involved in a serious road accident where their car was totaled beyond repair, but they themselves walked out of it unscathed. What the author went through afterwards was what caught my attention, and there, I noticed the big difference between the “practice of faith” in other Christians’ lives and ours.

The author relates how she, after the accident, went through great anxiety as she recalled what happened to their family that night. She writes that it was as though the room was filled with fear as she thought about “what could have been” and bemoaned the almost endless what ifs. These haunted her as her sense of safety became decidedly undone. God just delivered her and her whole family from a near-fatal accident, making them walk away with barely a scratch and she writes that she didn’t feel safe!

This miracle in their life should have decidedly proven to them that God protects and delivers His children, and instead of being engulfed with fear, this should have brought them into that place of celebration and thanksgiving.

Marvel at and be in awe of God’s mighty deliverance and not on the foiled plan of the enemy.

I respect her feelings; she’s entitled to them. But I just want to emphasize the difference between a Christian walking in faith, and thus, victory, and one who is walking in fear and uncertainty. What I’ve read in that part of her book is not at all how we are taught, time and again, to walk in faith.

I’ve heard numerous testimonies in church of miracles of similar nature. In fact, I’ve written some of them, and continue to write: brethren who had been delivered from serious road and air accidents, shooting incidents, bombingsrobbery in public transport, robbery hold-ups, kidnapping, in danger of rebels, rape, electrocution accidents, calamities – you name it! I’ve heard multitudes of them I’ve lost count! And of course, our family has had its share of these miracles, too.

Brethren safely walking out of disasters that could have easily taken their lives. Why? The God we serve is mighty to save and deliver! And this should be declared in the pulpits and wherever we go. These testimonies remind me of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. For the God who delivered them then is still the same God that we serve now.

These events that happen don’t end up buried in fear and anxiety, but they culminate in the pulpit where glory is proclaimed as it should be and given to Whom glory is due – only to the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!

She also writes that “[God] never promises our families will be safe. Not in the way we think. He does promise His presence, though.” How can a child of God not be safe in His presence?

There is a difference between the children of God – the redeemed – and the children of disobedience, aside from the salvation of their souls, and that is His manifest presence in their lives. And where the presence of the Lord is, there His protection is also.

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you. 
(Is. 43:1-2)

The silhouette of an angel photographed during JMCIM’s Church Foundation Anniversary, Feb. 2012.

The angel[a] of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him,
And delivers them. 
(Psalm 34:7)

Are [angels] not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation? (Heb. 1:14)

10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. (Psalm 91:10-12)


  1. Read more of God’s testimonies here.
  2. Read the whole of Psalm 91 here.
  3. What I’ve discussed regarding the book is not my complete review of it.
  4. Know more about Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry here.


My gratitude list ~ the gifts I received from the hand of the gracious Lord:

  • This last song of the Jesus Finest Generation Choir, Still, the humbling, the weeping, the tears, the indescribable hunger, the screaming guitar, the frantic hands on the piano, the one on the mambo drums crying out, the outpouring, the crescendo, the mighty sound all intermingling, heightening into a beautiful, magnificent, glorious praise and worship! The sobs came loud and strong – uncontrollable! And the whole being was once again embraced, enrapt in His powerful, palpable presence! Halleluiah!
  • Listening to the Bible Study of beloved Hon. Asst. Pastor Lina C. Almeda.
  • This Coffee Crumble with Chocolate Ripple homemade ice cream (and the reminiscing it brought!) that the whole family loves.
  • This Date and Walnut Bread using dates from Saudi Arabia, a gift from a beloved sister in Christ.


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