Sunday, May 29, 2011

"My Salvation Testimony"

It's 1:53 AM. I got church in the morn, and I have to wake up early. However, I just finished opening my gifts and reflecting on the day and my entire life. After thinking about how far the Lord has taken me, I also remember what I was before He saved me. The following is "My Salvation Testimony." I sent this to TMS as a part of my application, but I hope this blesses you in some way.

My Salvation Testimony

My family raised me in a Christian household. It seemed as though everything around me was “Christian.” I was accustomed to attending church every single week. Missing church was like missing breakfast. Something just didn’t feel right if we skipped out on church. I grew up in a large Filipino Presbyterian church, and my earliest memories are composed of sleeping in the pews waiting impatiently for the service to be over. I wanted the service to end so that I could eat all the punch and cookies they gave us. I also just wanted to run around outside and play with my friends. Looking back at it all, church was simply a routine for me, just like school. Even at school, Christian influences were all around me. Prior to attending college, I had never been given a public education. Private school was all I knew. I was alienated from anything that was outside my “Christian” box.

I was very involved in the church life. Friday night bible studies, Saturday get-togethers, Sunday worship, it was all a weekly routine for me. Youth group was just another group set friends to me. They were like my Christian friends at school; however, they were at my church. I helped in children’s ministry, I listened at bible studies, I played in the praise band, and I went on countless retreats. There wasn’t anything I didn’t do. I was your typical church-raised teenager. But there was one big problem: I wasn't saved.

In elementary school, I had no sense of salvation security. The concepts of hell and losing my salvation scared me to death. After I did something bad, I was overwhelmingly afraid of going to hell. This fear led me to “ask Jesus Christ into my heart” every single night before I went to bed, all because I was scared of hell. I said to myself, “Just ask Christ into your heart every day. That’ll make sure He’s there.” I wanted assurance that I was going to heaven because I was afraid of the consequences of my sin. Yet, it was only a fear of punishment that drove me to a false repentance.

As high school came around, my condition did not get any better. Emotions drove my conduct. It seems that my affections were geared toward video games and grabbing a girlfriend. My joy came directly from those unstable facets of life. If those things weren’t constant, (which they weren’t) then my joy was not constant. Even when college arrived, my affections did not change. Furthermore, college encouraged me to add another carnal affection in the form of choosing a career. I just wanted to graduate and make money so that I could have a nice prosperous life without any trouble at all. This led me to an all-time spiritual low. My friends had all gone to college and I lost many others in the transition. No one could relate to me and my difficulties. I was your typical “misunderstood” young person who was battling depression. I had never felt so alone in my entire life.

I was still attending church during my first year of college. During that year, my church started a college ministry. It was during those studies where I heard the Gospel in its entirety. My life prior to that was a life of legalism. It was about sticking to set of “do’s and don’ts” that would make me acceptable to God. I didn’t understand what true belief, true security, and true repentance was until I heard the complete Gospel of Christ. When I finally comprehended the saving work of Christ, God’s loving mercy upon my life drove me to call Him Lord in every aspect of my life. It wasn't works righteousness anymore; it was living by the grace of God. I had a new perspective on holiness that I never had before, and it only drove me to serve and obey as best as I could.

From that point, I couldn’t stop getting enough of God’s Word. I had an insatiable appetite for the scriptures. I’ve never had a desire for the Word. Yet, I found myself constantly buried in the bible, even though I had no clue what I was reading most of the time. I just wanted to know more. I knew I had to hear from the Lord, and I knew the bible was where I needed to go. Thankfully, an older brother in Christ approached me about discipleship. I had never heard of discipleship prior to this. Despite the unfamiliarity, I established a discipleship relationship with him and I was connected to other Godly men from whom I learned much. I wanted imitate them because of their drive to live Christ-like lives. They cared for me, they corrected me, and they lived out everything they preached to me. I had never been loved and ministered like this in my entire life.

These men knew that I needed to be better equipped for life and ministry, so they plugged me into the Los Angeles Bible Training School for that very purpose. This school changed my life. I had listened to sermons from John Macarthur and John Piper, but I had never been consistently exposed to sound doctrine. These men were preaching straight from the scriptures, and it was as if I had never heard sermons preached from bible. Their communication was clear and concise. The men had such a passion for the Lord, and you could see it in how they preached and how they cared for their students. Not only was the preaching a blessing, but learning theology, doctrine, and hermeneutics was an amazing experience. I finally understood how to read and interpret God’s word for myself, and better yet, apply it to my life. During this time, the Lord grew me exponentially. I wasn’t perfect, but by His grace, I was making progress. God’s faithfulness to me was something I couldn’t comprehend. His love for me was unbelievable. My former lusts weren’t pleasing to me anymore. I didn’t treasure the things of my past anymore. I finally had a security in Christ that was foreign to me in my childhood. I now treasured Christ above all the temporary things in my life. Looking back to my old ways, it puzzles me as to why I was pursuing all that rubbish. Aside from that stubbornness, pride, and ignorance, God was gracious enough to save such a poor sinner as myself. Through His Holy Spirit, He has given me a zeal and passion for ministry like never before. Ever since he delivered me out of the domain darkness, I have found my greatest joy in living a holy life, serving Him in all things, and loving His people through the ministry.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Back in Blog

The last final was today.

It's strange though. Loris and I still don't know why I don't feel like I'm graduating. But hey, it'll hit me soon (I hope). Maybe putting on that cap and gown next week is exactly what I need.

Yes, finals are done and summer is here. What is the first thing on my "to do" list? Apply to TMS. I should be sending out my application by e-mail tonight, so prayers are much appreciated.

Summer is here and there is much to do. Here is small list of some of things on my summer agenda:
  • Serve in ministry
  • Catch up on reading
  • Learn Hebrew
  • Attend a couple weddings
  • Date my girlfriend (FINALLY)
It's going to be a hectic summer before seminary. But the Lord has been gracious thus far, like He always has. Regardless of what's ahead, I'm excited to tackle all of it, especially spending more time with Ms. Saprid.

I also am back to blogging. The Lord has placed a few things on my heart that I would love to share with ya'll. There's work to be done this summer, and I'm looking forward to every moment of it.

Monday, May 9, 2011

The Lord Knows How to Keep You Low

"And though my humbling wouldn’t be my decision
It’s here Your glory shines so bright
So let me learn that the cross precedes the crown
To be low is to be high
That the valley’s where You make me more like Christ"


Keep me humble, Lord. May I never seek the heights of arrogance and pride.
Keep me low, Lord. Keep me low.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

How Are You Loving?

"Love is an unconditional commitment to people who are imperfect" (Rick Holland).

Regardless of how much I fail, I am so blessed to know my loved ones still love me.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Idelette Calvin

Found this online...

In the two letters that follow, Calvin gives details of Idelette's death to Viret and Farel. His intense grief speaks to his deep love for her. And one sees Calvin's tenderness toward his wife as he tells of his steps to relieve any anxieties she may have had about the future of her children after her death. Such kindness is a model for spouses.

John Calvin to Pierre Viret [7]

April 7, 1549

Although the death of my wife has been exceedingly painful to me, yet I subdue my grief as well as I can. Friends, also, are earnest in their duty to me. It might be wished, indeed, that they could profit me and themselves more; yet one can scarcely say how much I am supported by their attentions. But you know well enough how tender, or rather soft, my mind is. Had not a powerful self-control, therefore, been vouchsafed to me, I could not have borne up so long. And truly mine is no common source of grief, I have been bereaved of the best companion of my life, of one who, had it so been ordered, would not only have been the willing sharer of my indigence, but even of my death. During her life she was the faithful helper of my ministry. From her I never experienced the slightest hindrance. She was never troublesome to me throughout the entire course of her illness; she was more anxious about her children than about herself. As I feared these private cares might annoy her to no purpose, I took occasion, on the third day before her death, to mention that I would not fail in discharging my duty to her children. Taking up the matter immediately, she said, "I have already committed them to God." When I said that was not to prevent me from caring for them, she replied, "I know you will not neglect what you know has been committed to God."

John Calvin to Guillaume Farel [8]

Geneva, April 11, 1549

Intelligence of my wife's death has perhaps reached you before now. I do what I can to keep myself from being overwhelmed with grief. My friends also leave nothing undone that may administer relief to my mental suffering. When your brother left, her life was all but despaired of. When the brethren were assembled on Tuesday, they thought it best that we should join together in prayer. This was done. When Abel, in the name of the rest, exhorted her to faith and patience, she briefly (for she was greatly worn) stated her frame of mind. I afterwards added an exhortation, which seemed to me appropriate to the occasion. And then, as she made no allusion to her children, I fearing that, restrained by modesty, she might be feeling an anxiety concerning them, which would cause her greater suffering than the disease itself, declared in the presence of the brethren, that I should henceforth care for them as if they were my own. She replied, "I have already committed them to the Lord." When I replied, that that was not to hinder me from doing my duty, she immediately answered, "If the Lord shall care for them, I know they will be commended to you." Her magnanimity was so great, that she seemed to have already left the world.

About the sixth hour of the day, on which she yielded up her soul to the Lord, our brother Bourgouin[9] addressed some pious words to her, and while he was doing so, she spoke aloud, so that all saw her heart was raised far above the world. For these were her words: "O glorious resurrection! O God of Abraham, and all our fathers, in thee have the faithful trusted during so many past ages, and none of them have trusted in vain. I also will hope." These short sentences were rather ejaculated than distinctly spoken. This did not come from the suggestion of others, but from her own reflections, so that she made it obvious in few words what were her own meditations.

I had to go out at six o'clock. Having been removed to another apartment after seven, she immediately began to decline. When she felt her voice suddenly failing her, she said: "Let us pray: let us pray. All pray for me." I had not returned. She was unable to speak, and her mind seemed to be troubled. I, having spoken a few words about the love of Christ, the hope of eternal life, concerning our married life, and her departure, engaged in prayer. In full possession of her mind, she both heard the prayer, and attended to it. Before eight she expired, so calmly, that those present could scarcely distinguish between her life and death. I at present control my sorrow so that my duties may not be interfered with….

Adieu, brother, and very excellent friend. May the Lord Jesus strengthen you by his Spirit; and may he support me also under this heavy affliction, which would certainly overcome me had no he, who raises up the prostrate, strengthens the weak, and refreshes the weary, stretched forth his hand from heaven to me. Salute all the brethren and your whole family.

--Yours,

John Calvin


Calvin never remarried.

Matt. 10:16-23

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Learning so much

I'm still trying to kill pride, especially after someone humbles you.

Lord, keep teachin' me... cuz I still want to learn.

Help me to learn from my mistakes.