Can God Transform Murderers and Drug Traffickers?
We sat under the thatched roof where inmates from Bilibid’s Minimum Penitentiary and representatives from the catalyst movement of transformation in Las Pinas, Muntinlupa, and Paranaque (LaMPara) gathered together monthly to encourage each other and worship God. The...
Is the Church crippled by an identity crisis?
Why is identity important? Why is identity related to the effectiveness of our calling? Is the Church in the state of an identity crisis? Be blessed by the devotional of Toby Huyssen, worship leader of Glory Fall band....
What Dog Collars Taught Me About God’s Love
DOG LOVERS WILL UNDERSTAND THIS It’s hard not to love dogs. How can someone not love a bunch of warm, living stuffed “toys” you could hug all day? What’s not to love about their goofy smiles, ecstatic tails, and unconditional love? Their eyes focus on you and only...
Selflessness and Pizza
My Kuya, the Selfless Sibling “Kuya, can I trade with you? Two of my garlic and cheese pizza slices, for one slice of yours.” I watched as my older brother, Paolo, scratched his head and looked wistfully at his beloved slice. It was full of meat, onions, ham, and...
Life of Jay – Lesson #4 – Being Part of a Family
Sometimes our uniqueness will emphasize our differences. But no matter how different we are, we’ll always be part of a family. “Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.” 1 Corinthians...
Families Are Beautiful
No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I was born to my parents. I inherited my moon eyes and zipper-like lips from my father, and my strange eyebrows (with one end growing upward) from my mother. I cannot change the fact that I have tendencies I picked up...
Facing a Lion, a Bear, and a Goliath
By Drake Nikko Buzeta Assistant Pastor, WIN Better Living Read 1 Samuel 17:31-37 There was once a church in Germany that was forced to close down. Because of this, the pastor had to look for a job to support his family. One day, he was going through the classified ads...
Slave to Son
The slave is a mere child born into a heritage of chains. He drags his bare feet across the hot ground, scabs on his knees, scratches on his arms. He owns nothing except the dusty tunic hanging like an oversized sack on his famished frame. He is no one. He is no...
Life of Jay – Lesson #3 – Be Faithful In The Little Things
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