(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)

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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


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  • 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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What It Takes to Open the Eyes

My son Tim came bounding into the room; he couldn’t contain his excitement as he happily announced, “Mom, the rabbits’ eyes are open! The rabbits’ eyes are open!” He was jumping up and down and his eyes sparkled. I became excited, too, as together we cheered. Then, he grabbed my cell phone and before I could ask why, he was off.

He came back with a fresh video he took of the rabbits, focusing on their open eyes. As we viewed it, I could hear his recorded whisper, full of wonder and almost reverently, “Their eyes… they have opened their eyes.”

I marvelled at the wonder of it all: my son’s awe and the rabbits’ opened eyes.

Why would an adult like me be caught in the wonder of the moment? It is our first time ever to have a pet who gave birth. Our kids’ rabbit, Sophie (one of their bunnies that we gave last Easter), gave birth to a litter of 6 and 5 survived. The whole family was so excited about this event.

About 2 weeks passed and the baby rabbits’ eyes remained tightly shut. They groped as they played around in their cage. One day I told the family that it seemed they weren’t going to open their eyes anymore at all, and Hannah said incredulously, “Of course not, Mom!” That’s why when the day finally came that they opened their eyes to the world – it was to us a marvellous moment.

And isn’t it a wondrous moment for heaven, when a lost soul finally opens its eyes to the truth, that all the host rejoices? (Luke 15:10)

The opening of our eyes – it’s the work of God. It is a miracle. It. Is. Pure. Amazing. Grace.

How does one receive this grace? That in one glorious moment, one is able to really see at last? See and understand that what one does is sin and offends God? That the true Gospel of salvation is the hope of the world? That God is holy and one must serve Him in holiness? That Jesus Christ is the only Way, the Truth, and the Life, and that no one receives eternal life but through Him? That giving one’s life to Him is the best thing one could ever do with this one life?

How does one poor soul whose eyes the “god of this world” has blinded see the truth of God (2 Cor. 4:4), that He is to be worshiped in spirit and in truth (John 4:23), when one’s eyes are focused on what is seen, and worship the thing that was created instead of the Creator (Rom. 1:25)?

How does one see that the person who’s leading him or her is as blind as he or she is? That without the enduring mercy of God, they will both fall into the ditch? (See Matthew 15:14).

It takes tons of unrelenting, unceasing prayers with fasting.

It takes a life surrendered to God and set aside for the Gospel. It takes a lifetime sacrifice of the man – pastor – called, anointed, and sent by God (Jer. 3:15) “to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant” (Jer. 1:10).

It takes the concerted prayers of the true Church of the living God (Acts 1:14).

But we will give ourselves continually to prayer, and to the ministry of the word. (Acts 6:4)

This is what it takes: Give ourselves continually to prayer and to the ministry of the Word. When we pray and minister, we’re giving our own selves – mind, body and spirit surrendered to His will. What a noble way to give!

Yes, and all this – ALL THIS IS HIS GRACE! It is all His mighty power working in and through us.

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How to Truly Seek God and Live an Authentic, Christ-centered Life

Please do not think that I have it all put together in my own life. It’s true that we are so blessed to belong to a Church (Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry) that teaches and practices all biblical truth – unwavering faith, true holiness, prayer and fasting, Christ-surrendered life. But in my own faith walk, there is still a lot of learning and growing to do.

What do you truly ache for?

What is your heart deeply desiring for?

What do your prayers consist of?

Do you come to God because you believe it’s your duty?

What drives you to seek God?

These are five questions whose answers the Lord has been gently but surely guiding me to walk through lately.

Do you ache for anything in the world or do you ache to live a life that brings joy to God? Does your heart desire the things that God desires? Like the salvation of souls? Of obeying His Word and surrendering to His will? Surrendering not because you have no choice but because you delight to do His will? Has your love increased so much that you are past looking out after yourself but also for others outside of your family?

If you examine your prayers, what are the things that are foremost? Are they for the kingdom of God? What weighs heavier – prayers that are for the self or prayers that are for the things of God?

Do you hunger for the presence of God that’s why no matter how busy or how weary you are, you want to seek Him and be in His sweet, comforting presence? Do you seek Him only because you need things from His hand or because you want to be near Him, to know Him more, to feel his love surrounding, filling you, and to let this love between you and your Savior King flourish?

Ah! To be brought by the Lord to this place and walk this higher ground is unsurpassed grace! For it is only by His Spirit that one bears much fruit.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23 gentleness, self-control. (Gal. 5:22-23)

By God’s grace, fasting and praying here from Sunday ’til Sunday. I pray God will use this blog to bless people around the world!

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The Only Defense

(Meditating on Psalm 62)

He only is my rock and my salvation;
He is my defense;
I shall not be moved.
In God is my salvation and my glory;
The rock of my strength,
And my refuge, is in God.

Trust in Him at all times, you people;
Pour out your heart before Him;
God is a refuge for us. Selah (Psalm 62:6-8)

David had surely tasted the mighty power of God to deliver not just a few times. Because of David’s strong and true faith in God and a heart that rests in His power alone to save, he was a fearless warrior. Empowered by God, he charged against his enemies, advancing in the name of the God of Israel. Because David was in one mind and in one heart – God only was his rock and his salvation– he triumphed over his enemies.

Our democratic government has its own enemies, dangerous enemies: communism and communists. It has been battling with insurgency since the late-60’s, if I’m not mistaken. But in the late-80s to early-90s, Jesus Miracle Crusade International Ministry fearlessly launched its campaign against communism. Prayers with fasting were continuously offered for the victory of the campaign.

Through the years, countless rebels were converted to Christianity and they continue to serve the Lord and live in peace with all men to this day. This past summer, a JMCIM outreach launched another campaign to bring the Gospel to NPA (New People’s Army) strongholds. Using the same slogan printed in leaflets: “Beware! Communism is Satanism! We hate communism but we love the communists”, they boldly entered towns and distributed the invitations for the upcoming crusades.

When they reached the town of Zinundungan Valley in Rizal, Cagayan where it is known to be thick with NPA rebels, the police and the army warned the preachers and workers not to go up the mountains (for this is where the rebels live). But the workers insisted that the rebels must be reached. They planned to go up at night, for it is known that the rebels don’t go out during the day.

The workers were composed of preachers and prayer warriors who had fasted for 18 up to 40 days. So, they went up after dark, and it was too dark one could feel it, for there was no electricity in the place. Of course, they felt fear, being humans, but they were empowered by the Spirit of God.

They began to hike up the mountain with only the light from a flashlight. One couldn’t see either side of him. When they had to ford a river and the shoe of one of them was stuck in a rock, fear descended upon them that one declared, “If we will get out of this place alive, I will treat you to 2 gallons of ice cream.” (They were trying to lighten up their scary situation). Another dared the same, promising 2 gallons of ice cream as long as they would go out of that place alive. And then, still another one. The ordained preacher that was leading them was thinking silently and counting 6 gallons of ice cream in all.

They reached the dwelling places of the NPA rebels. They knocked on every door. A rebel, hood over face, would open the door slowly, rifle ready. A leaflet/invitation would be handed to him, he would read it with a flashlight, stare at the worker from head to toe silently, keep the leaflet and look again at the worker, as if to say, “You won’t be harmed.” Oh, Halleluiah! 

Perfect love casts out fear (1 John 4:18). Pure love for God and complete obedience to His Word, and genuine love for the unsaved would make one really courageous.

At 3 0’clock in the morning, after they had given out the invites to the rebels and had descended from the mountain, the workers were feasting on 6 gallons of ice cream.

The crusades in Rizal, Cagayan and all its neighboring towns saw the NPA rebels gladly handing out their guns and rifles to the workers as they went into the water to receive baptism in the name of Jesus. Halleluiah! 

The “enemies” are actually hungry for love. They are hungry for God.

God has spoken once,
Twice I have heard this:
That power belongs to God.
12 Also to You, O Lord, belongs mercy;
For You render to each one according to his work. 
(Psalm 62:11-12)

To God be ALL the glory! Amen and Amen!

(This summary is based on the testimony of beloved Ordained Preacher Danny Cuarteros).


Dying Daily

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We see posts on other blogs and on Facebook how other women and families go places. We see them living the life that we ourselves have long dreamed of and cherished in our hearts, and we feel a pinch somewhere deep inside, a painful longing.

We may not be able to travel far and wide and go on vacations where our souls long to go due to varied reasons: lingering illness, finances, commitments in work and at home, and most importantly, responsibilities in the vineyard of the Lord. Whatever reasons are hindering us to go where we want to go, we believe deep inside that it is not the will of God for us to leave. And even though we know this to be true and we humbly surrender and re-surrender ourselves to His will, still, we feel that whiff of sadness visiting us every now and then.

And I have come to realize that it’s not really bad to feel sad while we bury our own personal desires and dreams and follow instead what the Lord wants for us. I am beginning to understand that this could be what Apostle Paul meant when he said, “…I die daily.” (1 Cor. 15:31)

When we daily choose to follow God’s will and not our wills, painfully quenching the fire of our own personal desires to embrace His way and what He desires for us, I believe we are really dying. That is, dying to ourselves. Dying to everything we think and believe could bring us fulfillment, happiness and real satisfaction in life. I’m not talking about worldly pleasures. But maybe, dying to ourselves by giving up our careers and work to fully dedicate ourselves in the service of the Lord and/or in the service of our families and others? Maybe dying to self by giving up great opportunities abroad and staying instead to tend the Lord’s flock?

Or maybe just the simple decision not to go out and hang out with friends in cafes and shopping malls but choosing to go to the fasting house to offer up prayers with fasting, or visit the sick in the hospitals and pray for them, or go to the marketplaces and share the Gospel? Or maybe we die to ourselves by going to remote places to reach out souls that are needing salvation, not thinking of our own safety but bravely putting our lives in peril for the sake of the kingdom of God?

I know of many of our beloved brethren in Church who daily do this: endangering their lives just to bring the Gospel of salvation to the unreached. Fording raging rivers and wading cold streams, trekking mountains and forests, walking kilometers after kilometers of fields and rugged roads, in danger of wild animals and rebels, they go because of this great love for the unsaved. And there are many, too, in the poor outstations of the Church in the far provinces of this country, who fast regularly and when it’s time to break, there is no food on the table, and painful fasting continues as their souls weep. (Crying now…). I know this to be true because I have heard testimonies of such enough to break my heart.

If this is not dying daily to self, I don’t know what is.

And when I think about them, I realize how shallow my love is. (More tears…I haven’t cried this profusely while writing). How selfish and vain my desires and dreams are. The Lord is teaching me that to die daily is to really enjoy Him and life, for now ’til eternity. Didn’t He say it Himself?

For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel’s will save it. (Mark 8:35)

He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. (John 12:25)


Healing Moments: A Remembrance {Easter Giveaways}

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(Meditating on Isaiah 53 this Lenten Season).

It’s remarkable how the mind clings to those moments when the body has finally found its way to healing. They are like imprints in the soul that the heart treasures. They are moments that are captured forever for the glory of God. Healing moments are glorious moments.

It was a quiet early afternoon there at 8 Waves Resort in the province of Bulacan. It was around this time of the year six years ago when spiritual revival and healing crusades were scheduled in different parts of the archipelago throughout the summer. And I had bravely taken that giant step of faith, stepping outside my comfort zone (that means to say, outside of my room and our home where I had been recovering for one whole year) and had followed my husband, together with my then 5-year-old daughter, to the Fasting House of Pampanga with the intent that, after his fasting, we were going to the first crusade of the year which was in Cabanatuan City in Nueva Ecija.

And we were stopping over at 8 Waves Resort for I wasn’t able to travel the whole stretch in one driving. Hannah was excited to jump to the pool as Maricris watched, while I was alone in our room for Felix left for home to get some clothes for the three-day crusade.

Since I became ill in late-2003, I hadn’t really enjoyed food without suffering from many discomforts afterwards. But that afternoon, I was hungry and wanted to try the offering of the in-house restaurant, Pancake House. I ordered and relished each bite of the fish rolls and some other. I felt full afterwards and was bracing myself for those discomforts that would come after – difficult breathing, choking feeling, acid reflux, etc. – but none came. The food settled in my stomach gently and my body could feel the change. I felt light and well and in the quietness of the room, I was lulled to a sweet slumber.

My body was wary in recognizing the change (or was it my mind?), but healing from the Lord Jesus is true healing and my body eventually acquiesced to its sweetness.

After this, I thirsted for the perspiring glass of mango juice that was set before me at breakfast in our hotel room in Cabanatuan City. Until that time, I never drank cold beverages for my illness made my body tremble to the core, and fruit juices too because of my acid reflux. But Felix encouraged me to drink the cold mango juice if I wanted it, which I did. I drank it all and oh, the sheer feeling of the cold sweetness caressing my throat and it was all fine!

How could a serving of Pancake House fish rolls and a glass of cold mango juice make a lasting hallmark in the soul that the mind returns to every now and then?

For this is the LORD’s doing and it is marvelous in my eyes! (Psalm 118:23) And He does it so He’ll be remembered forever.

Which brings me now to the place where patches of scarlet tainted the cobblestone ground, fresh blood that oozed from many a gaping wound, from stripes of cruel scourging. I see the body of the One who took all my punishment upon Himself slumped on the ground. And on that hill, they lift Him up and I see them again (how could one ever miss them?), those marks that wounded His body, stripes that He had willingly received and have now become so precious to me.

For by His stripes I am healed! Because of what He has done, there’s healing for all of us! The Lord Jesus Christ made a way. There on the cross, He won the salvation of our souls and the healing of our bodies. In Him, we receive wholeness! Just believe!

 Surely he took up our pain 
 and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.

But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed. 
(Is. 53:4-5)


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