Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 2

Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 2

He started hitting me physically. I was in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it! How could someone hit me like that? I cried and kept it all to myself. I thought being hit must have been my fault because I angered him. It must have been my fault because I wasn’t able to...
Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 1

Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 1

A Good Beginning I grew up in a Christian family. My dad was the last who got saved when I was around eight years old. Our home was filled with love. We sang Christian songs and had nightly family devotions. I grew up memorizing verses in school and in Sunday School....
I Dream of a Place

I Dream of a Place

By Genesis Michael Zion C. Pacete I walk through the halls of the hurt and the broken. The groans of the bleeding desperate for attention are deafening. Here, silence is a luxury. Every corner is filled with the injured and dying. There is no room to spare. Even the...
Stubborn Love

Stubborn Love

I was born in Manila. My mom later found out that my dad was married and had a family. We left him and went to the province. My mom later married a widower who had four children– two boys and one girl. The eldest had previously left for Manila. I accepted these...
Rosh Hashana

Rosh Hashana

Greetings to all! Int’l. Christian Embassy Jerusalem, Israel, is having a 72-hour “Rosh Hashanah” global prayer meeting from Sept. 17 (Thurs.) to Sept 20 (Sun.) with around 40-50 countries involved, including the Philippines. Please join our slot...
For Such a Time as This

For Such a Time as This

EDITOR’S NOTE: This article was first published on June 3, 2017, by Tobiyah Carandang. We are re-publishing this to highlight the connection that the Philippines and Israel have with each other, especially since Rosh Hashana is coming up. Let us celebrate the...
Surviving Covid PART 2

Surviving Covid PART 2

I saw shadows in my room. We prayed and rebuked the spirits of infirmity in Jesus’ name, and then the shadows were gone. I thought, “How will they announce my death? How will they tell my sons that their mom is gone?” I started composing my own obituary and said, “Is...