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A Look at Natural Medicine

A Look at Natural Medicine

When it comes to taking control of our health and wellness, it’s always best to think outside the box and take a holistic approach toward medicine. It’s true that conventional Western Medicine has many benefits, and it shines most in the areas of emergency medicine,...

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Is the Church crippled by an identity crisis?

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

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

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...

Prodigal Son

Prodigal Son

The pigs aren’t his family. But he smells like a pig, is as filthy as a pig, and worse, eats like a pig. No, he doesn’t eat like some gluttonous swine, but he dines with them as if they share a table. Today’s menu is slightly out of routine:  moldy leftovers and this...

Facing a Lion, a Bear, and a Goliath

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

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...

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Visiting the Poquiz Aeta Tribe (outreach ocular)

OV at Singapore