40 Day Fast: Week 1

Day 1: How about this?! I get kitchen duty because Stacie is sick! I had to help the children fix up their PB&J for lunch and I am not the biggest PB&J fan but the aroma of peanut butter never smelled sooo good. Later that night we had our usual dinner at Tonio and Mari's house. What a way to start a fast! Missing out on Mari's tortillas and salsa! I prayed that I wouldn't give up so easily. I won. Thanks, God.


Day 2: Got a kick in the rear. Opened up my Bible to Sirach 37: 27. The title of section says "Controlling the appetite". Ouch! It's not like I pig out at every meal. Starting to realize how selfish I really am though. Maybe just because I want something doesn't mean I really need it.


Day 3: An idea came to me that maybe my metabolism is the slow-mo type and not like my wife's super fast-forward. Not really feeling any hunger these last three days which is weird. Thinking this is going to be easy.


Day 4: Ha! This is not going to be easy. I looked at the bathroom scale we have in the office and felt curious. I've lost 11 pounds in 3 days! Not at all doing this for weight loss and I know that this will come but sheesh! That seems like a lot.


Day 5: Almost lost it. We had a Desert Day where we go out into the desert with only our Bible. Prayed hard to hear God's voice. Opened to 1 Thessalonians 5: 16-24. Verses 20-21 stood out though. "Don't treat prophecies as if they amount to nothing. Put everything to the test." I really felt the Holy Spirit calling me to go on this fast. All through the Pentecost short-term trip I kept thinking of Keith Major's testimony on his fast. Gotta check into it. Glad I'm doing this. Learning more about myself. Later this night, we had our group dinner with all of the Mexican FMC team...this is where I almost lost it. Prayed again and looked on Youtube to see where Keith was at this point. He said Day 5 is the hardest part. I wonder if he had 4 family's best Mexican dishes being served in the next room :/  The best part of the day is that I felt like I missed something...Yep! Confession! Went and got purified on the inside. Now I know how I pulled through the dinner fiasco. Got a great helping of GRACE before!


Day 6: Started feeling a little weak. Low energy. Found it kinda funny that I still wasn't getting hunger pains and that I only wanted to eat something. My attention quickly turned to God. All my thoughts lately have been about what He wants with me. How can I help Him today? I am not a gifted speaker or writer. Not highly educated. "SERVICE." Yes, that I can do. I can be a good servant. "Speak, Lord. Your servant is listening."


Day 7: Woke up with a very dry mouth. Looked at my tongue in the mirror and it was very wrinkled on the edges. It has been very hot the last few days. The dry air sucks all the moisture out of one's body quickly. Even though I've been drinking more fluids than ever it still is hard to stay hydrated. We woke early to get to Mass and then head for the communion service at the ranchos. Got asked to sub at another so we did 2. Felt great after leaving the second rancho and I felt like God was telling me something. Sundays have always been our big "family" day. All week I have not shared any meals with the fam. I felt God was telling me that it was okay to be with them all day. Battled the thought if I should break the fast or not. Felt like it wouldn't be a bad thing if I had one small meal with them. It doesn't mean that I don't have to keep going with the fast during the week. The plan is to still keep going with the fast during the week and only have 1 meal with the family on Sundays. It would be hard on Father's Day next week to not celebrate anyway. "Here's some ice-water, Dad! Just froze it last night!"  Still feeling a little selfish about the choices in the Gatorades and either ice water or room temperature servings. Still seeking "comforts". How did Jesus do it in the desert??? Praying that He still guides me in this journey.

Pentecost '12 Mission Trip pt.2

...(WARNING--this is part 2. Please scroll down and read part 1 if you haven't yet)

   

The next day was Saltillo Day. This is one of my favorite times during group visits because everyone goes to the awesome St. James Cathedral in the heart of Saltillo. The noon Mass started off with the Bishop coming all the way to our pews and greeting the whole congregation even though his health was not the best. After Mass, we went out for our traditional group picture. Our friends, Juan and Linda, got stuck with about 5 or 7 cameras. By the last few shots we were ready to go...quickly. We got to the hotel where we would all share a meal. Close to 60 people - broken elevator + 6 flights of stairs = a lot of hungry patrons. Still, not a grumbling in the crowd...besides the ones coming from our stomachs. Didn't get to finish the day with a walk through the market and shopping...oh, darn! :P  Got to come home with the tired little ones who needed naps.

The Kiehl Family with some of their littles

Praise and Worship Night     

That night we held Praise and Worship out in the courtyard. We got permission from Padre Juan to bring Jesus out from the tabernacle. It was an awesome night gathered with everyone singing and loving Our Lord in the open air patio. The moon hovered right over all of us and the music by Jonathan, Luis, and some of the others in the group was fantastic! A very powerful night.

Tonio and our supervisor, Millie

   



   The next day we wrapped up our work projects. Again, mine was the roofing project and putting the final touches on it was a relief. I was hoping that I would get to see it completed. Tonio and his family were super blessed by all of the hard workers chipping in to get it done by our self-imposed 12:30pm deadline. We were trying to get to our Desert Day activity and still had to clean up.
   

Not our Desert Day location...but still a nice view

     With our sack lunch, water, journal, and Bible we headed out to a nearby farm. It's amazing how much cooler it is in the shade. I found an old pallet under a huge tree and sat to eat my lunch first. With all of the activities going on throughout the week, the earlier work project,  and the heat, I fell almost immediately into a nice nap. It might have only been for a few minutes but then a big gust of wind rushed by flipping my pages of my Bible. I woke up feeling refreshed and started reading God's Word. God is good!
   
We all returned and the group started packing and getting ready to leave during the wait time before dinner. After another awesome tasting meal, the group shared all of their thoughts or experiences throughout the week. I was impressed and a little surprised by how quiet the house really was with more than 54 people coming in and out. It was the times that we scheduled at ranchos or work projects or Praise and Worship or all of what you've read that they were LOUD! Loud and proud to be Catholics spreading the Word of God and giving testimonies in a foreign land! This trip blessed me more than I can ever write about. It blessed me more than I ever imagined it would. What an awesome feeling it is to have the Holy Spirit rushing in all over the house at all times of the day! If you haven't been on a short-term mission trip to Mexico yet, then you must do it soon  NOW!!! Too scary...too violent...not worth the time...bunch of bull! A lot of the youth came without  their parents. There were some married couples that came without their other halves. Entire families showed up with little ones in tow. All came to experience the power of the living God and what it means to be missionary...without fear!

My awesome artistic skills...
just don't pay attention to the lopsided cross, floating letters, or smudges

"But when the Holy Spirit comes upon you, you will be filled with power, and you will be witnesses for me in Jerusalem, in all of Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." --Acts 1:8


"Do not restrain the Holy Spirit." --1 Thessalonians 5:19

Pentecost '12 Mission Trip

      I don't know about you all but this was the most blessed and most memorable Pentecost season EVER! It was hard to see that when we arrived here in Mexico but God is good in His timing. We had highlighted the end of May on our calendars as we expected a group of 44 to arrive for a Pentecost mission trip. This was going to be our first time hosting a short-term group. Actually, we were asked to just step back and learn from the leaders of the group, David & Lisa Yarborough and Erika Olson. We experienced so much more this way and it had a huge impact on my life.

Baby in one arm and the Sword in the other

     Our family and our mission partner, Luis, were sitting in the dining room enjoying our "last supper". I said, "Wow! It's about to get really loud here tomorrow!" With the 44 plus us 9 already in the Casa de Misiones, I was thinking, "How in the world are 53 people going to have enough room to move around...or breathe?" Yes, we prepared all the rooms so that everyone had a bed to sleep on but I was thinking of the downtime between work projects and rancho visits. I felt this need to fill up everyone's time so that they can enjoy every minute of their stay. Stacie had to keep reminding me that we were not in charge of that so not to worry about the others.

     So the team arrived on a Saturday and they were whooped. We helped everyone unload their cars and stacked everything near the entrance. Most of the dads looked like zombies as they drove straight through. The teens and kids all spilled out and were already exploring. Already, this had the feeling of an exciting trip ahead, but first LOTS of rest.

     Sunday was mine and Luis' day to go to one of the chapels that is the furthest away from here. That means that we have to wake up early and attend the first Mass at 730am. We didn't have many volunteers to go with us :) but we did get Jonathan Kiehl and his boys to go. We also had promised a man a ride to a nearby chapel where Luis ended up holding the Communion Service. So, we all took off and left Luis at Estacion Marte while we went to Pilar de Richardson. The Kiehl boys were brave missionaries chasing people down to give them Mardi Gras beads. One highlight from this trip is that a family showed up at the chapel...I mean, a complete family. A dad, mom, and at least two kids--the others were probably playing outside after the service with the Kiehls. 

One of the paint projects

     With Sunday being a day of rest, the rest of the week full of work projects and rancho visits as well as a Saltillo day and a desert day. The work projects consisted of painting and roofing. I volunteered to lead the group of roofers because I was very interested in seeing how a Mexican roof was put on a house. David tried to mix up the teams so that each got to do a different project. The first day was pretty uneventful as we didn't have all the material to even start. We all tried to keep busy anyway. The second day was different as we had everything to start but not enough to finish. It's very hard to know exactly how much concrete and piles of sand and gravel you need to spread on a roof. We had more delivered but ran out of time. Thank goodness we had one more day to finish. We put the finishing touches on Thursday with a very grateful homeowner and newest official FMC missionary, Tonio Garza and family.

Last day of the roofing project

     Now as much as I like to work and get all dirty with my team, the rancho visits were a huge jolt of the Holy Spirit (thanks, Elizabeth). Normally when we show up a few of the ladies gather, but when we have 3-4 different groups heading out in every direction to invite people, then be prepared for a packed house. Almost every report at our base came back with tons of people showing up.

At Oratorio Chico

     Our three rancho visits really blessed me. We started with a short teaching of the Holy Spirit, then gave testimonies, and ended with prayer and praise songs. The first rancho was called Oratorio Chico. I thought it was a strange sounding name when I looked on the map. It was a small chapel but those that were there were extremely happy that we showed! It had been more than 6 months since anyone had visited them and a year since their last Mass! I asked a man where they got the name for this rancho and he told me that many years ago there was a period of time in Mexico known as the Cristiada. Catholics were persecuted because of their faith and many fled to hide in the mountains. A lot of priests chose this area because it was surrounded by mountains and they hid in a cave ("For Greater Glory" is out in theaters NOW!). Anyway, our group did an awesome job stepping up and giving glory to God by telling how He has blessed them in their lives. Before we jumped in our van, the older man of the crowd said, "Please come back to visit us." WOW!

With the ladies at the well

     The next rancho is La Trinidad. I was amazed at how many people showed up here. The whole place was packed and I had to look for Ms. Cindy wayyyy in the back squished by the door when it was her time to give a testimony. The highlight of this visit is when I helped two older ladies carry water from the well. We were waiting for people to come and had just heard that the pump had been out for 2 months. Meredith and I volunteered to carry two 5-gallon buckets and 1 gallon jugs to this other well...1 mile away! The sun gets really hot in the desert and it drains your energy. Now we were going to have to walk back with full buckets of water. One lady brought a small towel and placed it on her head while she heaved the bucket up there. She didn't spill one drop...the whole way! Meanwhile, I am carrying the bucket switching arms thinking that either one is about to fall off...and I spilled more than one drop. I don't know if I was really helping or hurting them :/  I asked, "You have to do this every day?" "No," she replied. "We do this 4 times a day."  Yikes! I offered earlier to drive the van to the well but they said the road is too rocky anyway and that most would spill out. Right at the last minute when I thought surely my arm would fall off, over the hill comes Dylan. This guy is a lineman on his football team and he grabs the bucket like it's full of cottonballs. Whew! God, bless Dylan.

At 2 de Abril

     The last rancho was 2 de Abril. I had told my group that I was going to ask where this name came from also and I forgot. I hope to hear soon. This wasn't the most packed chapel but it was still a blessing. When a few of the ladies showed up I asked them where everyone else was. They told us that there was a meeting with some kind of government business thingamabob in about 20 minutes. The highlight is that everyone stayed well past the 20 minutes and worshipped with us! There are people out there in the world that are hungry for God's Word. We must go! It always blesses me that people will take time out of their busy lives, walk out in the hot sun, go into a warm chapel, and hear what we have to say...what God wants them to hear. It is a double blessing all-around.

     ****Sorry, but this is only part 1. It may already be too long but the next post will continue soon...****

     

Holy Week in the Desert

     Yes, Holy Week was more than a month ago and I'm barely getting to writing about it. It is always tough for me to put into writing all of the ideas and experiences without getting behind on all of it. Oh, well, I hope to keep better track of this blog in the coming weeks as our schedule is firming up. As I said earlier, we arrived on Monday of Holy Week and had little time to get settled before we were invited to different gatherings.

Raul, left and Marta, middle

     One of the first invitations was from Raul and his wife, Marta, who are one of FMC's newest missionaries who live here in General Cepeda. I had only met Raul during our 3-week visit to Mexico for our Intake training in 2010 but we immediately made a connection. He reminds me a lot of one of my uncles so it is easy for me to treat him like family. :) Anyway, he asked me to go with him to two of my favorite ranchos, San Francisco and Fermin. These two lie on the outskirts of one end of General Cepeda's boundaries. There aren't many people in the ranchos there but I always feel blessed when they put aside their chores to come and listen to us preach the Word of God. The people are always welcoming and afterwards thank all of us for coming.

Manuel, far right. In case you couldn't guess :)

     All I could think about when we visited Fermin was if I would see the man that left a huge impression on me during Intake almost two years ago. I think the elderly gentleman's name is Manuel, like my grandfather's. We had asked that anyone who wanted to share a testimony could come up. Manuel got up from the rickety bench and removed his cowboy hat. He stood there for a short while not saying anything and I was afraid that he had gotten stage fright with everybody staring. Then, he started talking about how he has lived in Fermin all of his life. He said that he remembered praying with his mom and having all the saints' pictures hanging on the walls. But it was when he said this that made me tear up: "No one can come here and take away my Faith in God. They can try to drag me out of here but I will be fighting them all the way!" He said it with so much passion and sincerity. I don't know who "they" are that would try to take him out but I looked around the rancho and it was a very simple layout. Two rows of homes on one side and there the chapel in the middle. That's it. I think what hit me most is that he probably doesn't own very much, except for his valuable Faith, which is something that he would be willing to fight for. It made me think of how our Faith is attacked like it is today. Are we willing to fight for it or just sit back and not get "into it" with others? Well, we did see him there this time. He probably doesn't remember who I am or that I was there a few years ago but it was good to see him.     

     After that stop, we continued to San Francisco. The sky was starting to fill up with gray clouds which looks very cool in the desert. A few drops fell on the dusty windshield and I quickly hit the wipers out of habit. Bad move. All we had now to look through was a muddy smear and not good while travelling on a rough dirt road. The drops had stopped and I looked at my water bottle thinking if it was worth it to use up my only few sips for a clean windshield. I prayed for just a few more sprinkles enough to wipe the window clean. Sure enough we had a clear view when just enough raindrops fell a few seconds later.

San Francisco Chapel

     Finally arriving at SF, we exited the van and took in all the Stations of the Cross to hang them up on the walls. The people gathered and we held a short prayer meeting with them afterwards telling them that we would be back on Good Friday. A few days passed and we were able to return to pray the Way of the Cross with them. It was a blessed time to be praying with our brothers and sisters and united in the passion of Our Lord. It was also a very quick reintroduction to Spanish for me. It had been so long that I had used it especially using religious terms as found in each station.

     As our first week went on, Raul asked me to go with him to a home visit. There we met a bunch of ladies form a neighborhood and held a prayer group. We read from the Bible and each gave a testimony. I shared that I am always in awe that everything that the Lord said happened or is happening! Why do we get anxious about our problems or let or worries get in the way of living our life? Don't we know the end result? Jesus lives! He is risen! Death is not the end of it all. It is the beginning of our eternal life with Him in His kingdom. Be not afraid!

     We also were invited to go on the Via Cruz (Way of the Cross) all through the town. It sure was different than last year's in the Philippines! We didn't start at 4am but at 10am-ish. We also didn't have any big leafed banana trees to protect us from the blazing sun. It was still a very blessed time knowing that our brothers and sisters took time out of their daily lives to meditate on the Passion of Our Lord. We stopped at every station to pray and finally finished on top of a hill. We were all beat and tired when we arrived and I started to think how much more difficult it would've been with the world's sins on my whipped, bleeding, and torn back. Thank you, Lord, for thinking of me and dying for me so that I may have that chance of entering Your kingdom one day.

We somehow ALWAYS forget an umbrella: 0-2 in a foreign country's Stations of the Cross 

     Well, I am thinking of wrapping this up here. It's been more than two days writing this and I seem to get farther and farther behind. Anyways, this Way of the Cross was just as memorable as the last one. Please join me in praying that all Christians are always ready to take up the cross and follow the Master. Yes, we may fall (more than 3 times) but we need to get right back up, dust ourselves off, and keep trying until the Mission of the Redeemer is complete...even if it means giving up our own lives.


1 Peter 5: 12-13 "My dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful test you are suffering, as though something unusual is happening to you. Rather be glad that you are sharing Christ's suffering, so that you may be full of joy when His glory is revealed."

Cool gray clouds in the desert

Our Angels at Work

     We arrived in General Cepeda for our new mission on April 2. We loaded up the van to the brim with shoes, clothes, household cleaners, etc. and we still hadn't packed our own things! After it was all in there, I couldn't even see through the rear-view mirror. So we took off after midnight and headed towards the border. We arrived at the border in Laredo, TX at about 11:15am and waited for my parents to make the 2 hour drive from my hometown. We parked at a McDonald's to use their Wi-Fi and book a room. I was beat. I started to count the hours of "no-sleep" and I had only taken an hour nap the day we left. That put me at 28 hours with only that little nap and then we found out that we couldn't check-in until 3pm! Yes, those reports of a zombie roaming the streets of Laredo (and making time to shop at Wal-Mart) have been confirmed here.
     The next morning we woke up way later than expected (wanted to check-out by 630am and that's when we woke up) and with Grandma and Grandpa saying their goodbyes while we were still having to gas up and find breakfast, we finally made it to the border by 8am. Not a very good start especially since I had messaged our mission partners, Sidney and Luis, to tell them that we were hoping to make the 5hr drive and arrive around 1pm. We still had to change our dollars to pesos, apply for our visas, and register the van to be able to drive inside Mexico...oh and then there was this other minor thingy-- I had only driven the way as the last in a long caravan in which I was only following and not really noticing exits or highway numbers. The good thing is that we have the gift of prayer. Even before we left, Joseph and Brooke and the rest of the community prayed over us to have a safe trip with no problems. One concern I had was with all the donations that we were taking and not wanting to be pulled over for inspection and risk losing the gifts for the poor. We also prayed in our hotel room that morning as a family that our guardian angels would go before us preparing the way. When we finally got to the international bridge, we felt really confident that everything was going to be OK.

     The first thing that happens when you cross is that you pass through these blocker-arm gates. If it rises, you go through and continue on to the Immigration Office for your visas. If an alarm that sounds like an angry cat with sharp claws pawing at an old rusty bell so that your blood pressure shoots up and you think you're about to be arrested goes off, then you fake like you're calm and drive forward to talk to the kind gentleman who does not want to arrest you but only look inside your vehicle for 2 seconds. Then you continue to get your visas. Obviously, the latter happened to us.

     I am not a patient man and knowing that the last time I had talked to the mission base that I had probably giving them an early estimated time of arrival instead of a later one was working on my nerves. And I also probably shouldn't wear a watch. We actually got there at a very good time as we were the only ones in line for the visas. The problem was that we have to fill out the paperwork for 8 of us and there was only 1 pen!!!  I had left my pen in the van and just as I was thinking of running out to get it a lady shows up next to us, offers us an extra pen, and offers to help us fill out our info. She filled out 3 forms to my one and we were quickly off to finish the process. Guardian angel? Yes, I like to think so.

     Finally, the last station is for the van. This is where the crowd was. Pretty long line with only 3 tellers.


"Lord, it would be great to shave off some more minutes here."
"Okay, my son, how about you stay patient and wait for these 3 other tellers to clock in to help?"
"Praise, You, Lord!"


And that's how it went. We got through all the legal stuff and hit the highway in no time. The next thing was to go through one more checkpoint. This one was more intimidating as we were waved to the side where two soldiers were standing. I would've opted for the cat and the bell but when a guy with a machine gun slung over his shoulder flags you over the best thing to do is comply. It wasn't all that bad really. In my rush to meet our departure time from Louisiana at midnight, I packed very sloppily. It wasn't my best, orderly, or neatest packing job and it showed! The soldier opened the back door and shut it quickly. He was about to be buried in all kinds of stuff. Just a few quick questions and we were off. The rest of the way was toll roads and only a few easy exits. We made it at 315pm which was way better than the 5 o'clock ETA that I was thinking after we left the Immigration Office.

Team Meeting in Gen. Cepeda

     Sid and Luis greeted us at the door and helped us unload the van. We made it safe and sound. So far everything feels great and the way it should be when we are in mission. We arrived during Holy Week and attended the Via Cruz-- Way of the Cross-- through the whole town (pics and next blog coming soon). We got to meet the Mexican FMC missionaries the next day and had a team meeting. It feels so good to be out again in the field and ready to serve the Lord as He did for us with His angels along the way here.

******Praise Report******

Once we arrived in General Cepeda and rested for a bit, I checked my email and found one from our realtor that said we got an offer for our house back in Kansas! We signed and sent the forms and we hope to close VERY soon! Praise the Lord for this confirmation of our new mission post!

Psalm 91:11 
"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways." 

A restaurant with my mom's name...on the turn-off from the highway to Gen. Cepeda

Mercenary or Missionary?

     A few weeks ago I was talking to my dad. It was good to hear his voice again after so long. We were talking about our mission in the Philippines and how everything turned out better than expected. He also told me a funny story that happened at his local Veterans of Foreign Wars(VFW) meeting.
     So, after the VFW meeting, a bunch of old guys were hanging around talking about all kinds of things. They were all swapping stories of family, retirement, and whatever else jumping in while mixing Spanish and English every once in a while. This is how the story goes:


Guy: What do your kids do?


Dad: One of my sons is a cop and the other is a mercenary.


One guy: Oh, yeah, where at?


Dad: The Philippines.


Same guy: Where's he based at?


Dad: Some place in Louisiana.


Same guy: Fort Polk?


Dad: Haha, no not Ft. Polk. (Dad thinking...Why there? That's an Army base)


Same guy: Well, who is he working with?


Dad: Just him, his wife, and his six kids.


Same guy (totally confused): What? I've never heard of that before. The whole family?


Dad (equally confused): Yeah, why is that weird?


Another guy: Well, how many has he killed?


Another random guy: Yeah, what are they using? M-16's?


Dad(totally lost): No, not killing people. He helps them. Um, they're just using the Bible, I think.


Some guy in the back: You mean "Missionary"!! Your son is a missionary!!


Dad: Yes, of course! Wait, what did I say?


Note: Either it was the Spanglish or my dad's new dentures...I'm blaming the dentures.  :)

Christ the King!

(This was the speech I gave to the parish on the Feast of Christ the King on our last Sunday on Camiguin. I spoke in Visaya for this after it was translated for me. It was a blessed time.)

Maayong Buntag sa tanan! This is the first time that I will speak in Visaya in my own words and not in God's words as a lector. I want to make sure that my message is understood clearly so I asked Mrs. Lilia Gacus to help me translate this. It is also hard for me to get tears when speaking to you in Visayan since I don't know what I am reading. Haha.

First, I want to thank all of the people that made us feel welcomed here in Sagay. This was supposed to be our mission but in one way it turned into our home. Maybe you have heard the saying “Home is where your heart is”. We really poured our hearts out here with everyone we met and so our hearts are here with you and will always be with you. We would like to thank Father Joe for the invitation to work here. Father was a very good example to us and helped us to learn the meaning of being a missionary by always being ready to serve you and us. The Ladao family also is a good example by giving all of their time to the students of Holy Rosary High School while making sure students also grow in their faith. They also donated the lot where our cottage is. The Maintenance Group also gets thanks from us for building that cottage where we were able to hold the student recollections, Altar Servers Youth Group, and especially in sharing God's Word with those in need. Maybe there are too many names to mention at this time but we truly are thankful for your generosity to us.

Today is the Feast of Christ the King! This past week we have heard in the Gospels about giving of our time, talent, and treasure. We have all been given different tools to build God's Kingdom. It is up to all of us to work together and put to use these gifts to use. We can't hold on to them and not use them. We can't hide these gifts and let them rust or spoil. Christ the King gave His all to us, we should give our all to Him. How do we do that? He says today, “whatever you did to the least brothers of mine, you did for me.” We all need to be servants of each other and at the same time we are servants of the King.

In the USA, I used to always read the news. I would read about politics mostly because I was so worried about which direction my country was going and also the direction of the whole world. As I started praying more and reading my Bible more, I figured out one thing. It doesn't matter what my crazy president or the power-hungry leaders of the world think or do. They are all trying to be rulers of their countries and not stopping there. They want to take over another country or talk about growing in wealth. It doesn't matter! We already have a King! A King of the whole world! A King that rules His people with kindness and love. A King that forgives when we are truly sorry when we offend Him. A King that keeps His promises. A King that asks us only to love Him and be near to Him. He is Christ the King!

Nothing that humans will do to build their earthly kingdoms can ruin God's plan of salvation. They will only bring ruin to their own lives. One beautiful thing that we have noticed here is how everyone is so friendly. It is very easy to talk to anyone unless, of course, they are shy. Don't be shy. God doesn't want us to be shy. He wants us to share our needs and our gifts. He wants love, peace, and happiness. Isn't that what we want? I do. I am sure you do, too.

So, now our time and our mission in Sagay, Camiguin is coming to a close. Why do we have to leave? The answer is simple. We are missionary. We come and go as the King commands. It is His plan, not ours. Many people all over the world do not know who He is yet. The Word needs to get out. The peace, love, and joy that they are looking for will never be found in earthly things. It is not only our family's responsibility but yours too. Every baptized Christian should be a missionary. We all are required to spread the Faith by our lives. Not everyone is called to go all over the world to do this but everyone is called to love their neighbor. Here is an example of the full favor of the Catholic Faith: The next time you are going to make Nestea, do this. Pour in the powder and then the water. Do not stir. Take a drink and you will see that it is not very tasty. This is an example of a lazy Christian. Now, stir it until it is fully mixed. Does it taste good? Yes, of course. That is what it was made for. This is an example of an active Christian moving around and giving the full-flavor of the Catholic Faith. It is what we all were made for.

Thanks again to all of you. There were some nights when we were about to go to sleep and we thought “Are we doing what we're supposed to be doing? Does God really want us here?” Our prayer was answered every time we read “Be still and know that I am God.” It was His plan to bring a family of 6 children here at this time (and one with blonde hair). It is His plan to take us out also. We have to be willing and ready to serve. It was almost a year ago that we were wondering where we were going to be sent. We waited and waited and finally the invitation from Bishop Ledesma came opening the doors to us here in Camiguin. Every day we spent in prayer asking God to help the people welcome us and to be open to the message that God wants us to say there. We were always praying for the people and we didn't even know their names. Now, after 8 months of being here with you and praying with you and loving every one of you and the Parish of Our Lady of the Holy Rosary, we will continue praying for you but this time we do know your name. We will never forget you. Please don't forget to pray for us also.

Finally, I would like to close with a simple request. Since we are not able to experience the Christmas celebration here, please give this gift to each other or to those who are not here today. Treat each other the same way you treated us. Share the love and spread it. Don't let it spoil or go to waste. Doing this you will give glory to God at the same time. Remember, we serve a great King. Viva Cristo Rey!