Friday, 9 September 2011


"Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves." (Matthew 11:29)

"And I tell you, ask and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you" (Luke 11:9)

Carry my cross

         As a person, it is natural for me to pray for my needs. Everytime I prayed I would not hesitate to mention all my needs. I thought that because I was always busy, working for the Lord, giving talks and seminars in Churches and even company offices that I was doing more than enough for him. 

          One afternoon, I was moved to enter St. Anthony's church in Sampaloc. There was no Mass so I just knelt down and looked up. I took a deep breath and rather than praying for my own needs, closed my eyes and asked, " Lord, what is it that you would want me to do for you?" In the Spirit God was telling me to be selfless, to carry His cross, for His is light and He would carry mine for it is heavy. I meditated on this message for a while, not really understanding what He meant - I didn't have a heavy cross. My family although not rich had more than enough for our needs. My husband is an executive and I have a business supplying boxes and crafting materials to car companies, which was doing quite well. My three kids were all enrolled in good schools. Everything was fine. I wondered, what is my cross, Lord, and what is yours? I was more curious about His and asked Him "what do you mean by your cross, Lord?" He answered, "My cross are your neighbours, My cross are those who need help, love and care. They are My cross, touch them" I said "yes" and asked Him to carry mine, although I had no idea what it might be. 

           When I stood up, I slid my hand in my side pocket and found 100 pesos, which I decided to give to the church. I went to the church office and handed it to the secretary. Glancing up, I was amazed to see a poster of St. Francis of Assisi (who is my favorite Saint and patron of my hometown) with the caption "what is it you want me to do for you Lord?" The Lord was giving me a confirmation of His message so I said to Him, "Here I am Lord, pave the way for me"

Ask and you will receive

       That night I made my first "out-reach". Up to that point I had  always responded to invitations to share a testimony or to give a talk but only by arrangement.

          I went to my neighbor's house. The family, which included give young children, had no source of income as the husband had been unable to find work for several years ( and there are no unemployment benefits in the Philippines). We lit two candles, placed these on their altar and prayed the rosary. I laid my hand on the husband and prayed for a job for him. After the prayer the wife embraced me tightly and cried. They only ate through handouts.

            A week later, when I arrived home after giving a talk, the husband  and wife were waiting for me. Immediately the wife rushed towards me and embraced me, her face glowing with joy and thanksgiving. Her husband had been offered a job abroad and the salary was more than enough for their family needs, praise the Lord! They now own their own home and two of the children have graduated from college.

A Change of heart

        The following night I was moved to visit another family, although they had no financial difficulties. As I entered the sala (reception room) the family members were all staring at me, wondering what I was doing there. Ordinarily I am a very private person and would never "barge in" to anybody's home unexpectedly, not even a friend's. They asked me to sit down and asked why I'd come. Straight to the point I told them that I wanted to pray with them. It's difficult to resist prayers offered and although they were at first a little reluctant they agreed, perhaps just to humour me and get it over with. We prayed the rosary together, although I did not know what help they needed. To my surprise, as I was laying my hand on the head of the wife, she burst into tears because I was praying for family reconciliation. I learned later that the husband was having an affair with someone else. A few days later the wife approached me, thanking God, because her husband became reconciled with her and promised not to hurt her again.

Satisfying the need of the moment

          The following day I was invited to a prayer meeting. At the end, one of the participants came to me to ask for prayer. She wanted to ask God to give her the gift of wisdom, ash she perceived He had done for me. I told her that if it was God's will, He would do so and we prayed. I laid my hands on her intending to pray for wisdom but everytime I was about to say wisdom, I was moved instead to ask her to receive healing. I tried three times but each time prayed for healing. I stopped and apologised to her and speculated that perhaps next time she may receive wisdom. Unknown to me she was scheduled for a spinal column operation that afternoon. As she was preparing to go to the hospital she accidentally dropped her ball pen ans she bent down to pick it up, much to everyone's surprise; she herself did not notice at first what she had picked it up without hesitation and without pain. She immediately went to the hospital for a thorough check-up. Praise the Lord - she was healed!

My Mother and Father's Healing 

            I left that office with joy in my heart but in a great hurry as I had another prayer meeting at San Lazaro hospital. I passed by our house to pick up some materials for the teaching and as I was about to leave my father came to me and told me that Mom had had a stroke and to accompany him to UST hospital. She was suffering from hypertension and heart disease and was now in the intensive care unit in critical condition. 

          For a while I was frozen. This is it I thought. This is my cross and truly it is too heavy for me. My mother is the most wonderful woman to me in the whole world. There are seven of us in the family and we are quite an ordinary family; my dad is just a regular employee, yet my Mom was able to manage our finances and even send us all to college, I have three brothers who are all engineers and three sisters, a chemical engineer, a doctor and a lawyer. We live in the university belt, and sometimes, even though we didn't have enough food for the family, my cousins who were studying in Manila would come to our place for lunch or dinner, my mom never turned anyone away. That is why everyone loves her. 

          My Dad also was a very compassionate man, gentle and loving and quite handsome. He was a salesman and because of these qualities, a lot of women ran after him and was accommodating, not realizing how much he was hurting my mother. My father was the “first and last” love of my mom, even her first dance was with him. She adore him so much.

         When my dad told me that her condition was very serious, I prayed to God for strength and courage to talk to my dad about mom’s heartache. With fear in my heart I told him his faults and that he was the cause of her sickness. His face and mood changed, he was so mad at me and almost slapped me. In an angry voice he said, “Who are you to tell me that, you’re only my child.” I cried and tried to embrace him and told him that it was time for him to accept the Lord. He could not understand what I was talking about since he was a 4th degree Knight of Columbus, one of the apostles of Jesus during the Lenten season and very close to the church. I tried to explain that it was not membership in church organizations that would save him but the acceptance of Jesus Christ in his heart. Then in a low tone; he asked me”how?” This provided the opportunity for me to invite him to the prayer meeting at San Lazaro, promising that after that we would go to UST hospital to see mom.

          As we went down to the staircase my elder sister was waiting for us. My dad told her to go ahead and that we would follow later. When she learned where we were going she could not understand why were unconcerned about mom’s condition, preferring to go to a prayer meeting instead. I told her that we were going to God first so that God could make the difference for mom. My dad convinced my sister to go ahead. So we proceeded to San Lazaro conference hall. Many people were already there waiting and as usual we prayed the rosary first. As we moved on to sing worship songs, the Lord touched my dad, I saw him crying silently. Right after the opening prayer, my dad went directly to the stage and took hold of the microphone. I was wondering what he was going to do, with tears in his eyes he made a public confession! I shrank into my chair. I was the leader of the group and here was my dad publicly confessing his sins. Afterwards he came over to me and said “Thank you, I hope God has forgiven me for all my wrong-doings .” He went on to say that he would know if he was forgiven if two things happened, firstly, that mom would get healed and the second request was “between him and God”. Right after the prayer meeting, my father excused himself hurriedly to visit my mother. I was left behind but followed an hour later. I was still overwhelmed by my father’s confession and afraid that the people at the prayer meeting might react negatively when the director of the hospital, Dr. Ranoa, came to me and embraced me. She whispered in my ear and said how blessed I was for God to bring such healing to my family. In the silence of my heart, I thanked the Lord.     

I met my sister at the door of my mother’s room. As she saw me she held me and said, “ truly God is a living God. Go inside the room and look for yourself.” I went in and saw mom and dad sitting on the bed together chatting and both seems so happy. I did not bother them but went out and my sister told me that when dad arrived he knelt down and kissed my mom’s hand and with all sincerity asked her for forgiveness. My mother lifted her hand and gently stroked his hair and mom told him that she always forgave because she loved him so much. Immediately her heartbeat and blood pressure became normal again, she was completely healed.

          Three months later, one lovely morning (May 5th) my dad visited me at home and told me the second request he at his confession. He wished to die without hardship or pain as not to be a burden to his family. He was telling this to us over breakfast and I laughed as I told him he was too strong to even think about dying yet. The same afternoon while he and my mom were having their lunch, my dear father just rested his head on the table and died.

          I know in my heart that my dad was forgiven and received by the Lord as his two requests came to pass precisely. 


Friday, 2 September 2011

Chapter 1 RECONCILIATION (My Brother's Healing)

I was in the house attending to my household chores when I received a telephone call from my sister-in-law informing me that my brother had met with an accident on his motorcycle.

Apparently, he was moving quiet fast when two children crossed the street in front of him; swerving to avoid them he hit a large stone and was catapulted off the bike which then followed and landed on his body. The accident left him with a broken collarbone, ribs, feet and legs. He was taken immediately to Makati Medical Centre where he received preferential treatment as he is employed by a major corporation, and the doctor was also his uncle.

On receiving news my elder sister and I rushed to the hospital. My sister-in law was already there and informed us that there was concern that splinters from the smashed ribs may puncture his lungs and so if there were any hissing sound coming from his lungs an immediate operation would be required. This was precisely what happened and the loud sound coming from his lungs filled our hearts with fear. At this my sister-in law panicked and rushed to call the doctor. I pacified her and told her to have faith. I requested all that were there to touch my brother, as I would lead a prayer for healing.

I was trembling as I prayed. My words could hardly be understood but everyone in the room know that at that moment we must be united in prayer begging God to heal my brother. i was used to laying hands upon the sick and was always composed but that day, with tears in my eyes, I begged God to heal my brother, not only because I love and care for him but also because he has 4 children still in elementary and high school. There was so much more for him to do as a Father, husband, brother and friend to others. 

He is a very compassionate person, especially to the lowly. I've often seen him giving whatever is in his pocket to the needy and always helps those who need jobs - he is their champion. In his company he acts as mediator between the workforce and management, even though he belongs to the latter, and I'm always amazed with the results of his negotiations. He is loved wherever he goes but he was always strict with us, his family, especially to me, as I am the most hardheaded and it is in my nature to answer back even if I  knew I was wrong. He loved and respected our parents so much, especially our mom. I never heard him, argue or answer them back. I did not give much emphasis to all these wonderful qualities; rather I regarded him as an ordinary person, one whom I hated so much in our youth.

When he was studying at college, I had to stop for a year to give my service to him and my elder sister  as they were both graduating in engineering that year. One afternoon when I was preparing for our dinner, my brother come to me, put his arms around me and whispered to me words that encouraged met o serve him all the more. He said, "Baby, thank you very much, do not worry sister, I will take care of you as soon as I graduate." I was a teenager (17) and it was so nice to hear these words. In my mind I was dreaming of the beautiful clothes and other things I would have then. Finally he and my sister graduated. I think I was even happier than my parents were for I knew that now he would be there for me. Next he took the board exam; I prayed a lot for him to pass, though I knew in my heart that he would, as he was always an A-student . He then applied to one of the biggest corporations in the country and was accepted. Now would be the time for me to reap what I thought I'd sown.

The biggest disappointment of my life followed as my brother got married and I knew that would be the end of his promise. I cried a lot secretly and from that time on I did not even went to see him or even want to see him or even hear his voice again. To everyone else he was still the same person, still the champion.

Now I started working on my own. In the third year of my college studies I decided to work during the day and study by night, so as to be able to provide for myself as well, as he had reneged on his promise. I became a silent competitor and vowed to become more successful and achieve more than him without his help.I worked very hard, and built a very successful business. In the middle of this the Lord came into my life  and commissioned me to work for him. The call to serve him was so great that I could not say no to God.

I started to pray, first the rosary. I did not really know how to pray then. As I become more engrossed in the Lord's service I moved forward, going to the sick and praying for healing. I took hold of the bible and read and read, when there were things I could not understand I would go and see my Father confessor for guidance. I became more knowledgeable about the Word of God and could speak and explain the teachings through my own experiences. Once a Priest told me not to be afraid to share the Word through my experiences because, as he said, I have an experiential God. This gave me the courage to reach out to people in need through my experiences, big or small, good or bad, and people were healed and reconciled with God and one-another. God gave me the opportunity to touch my family and at this point it was my brother. 

In the hospital after we had prayed over my brother, there was complete silence nobody moved, as we stared at him lying in pain. He closed his eyes and a moment later the loud hissing sound emanating from his chest stopped. He woke up and said that he felt very well.

A doctor entered and told us that the operating room was ready for them to start repairing his broken bones. I asked my sister-in-law to ask for another X-ray and examination first. On doing so the doctors discovered that all the bones had knitted back together as if nothing had happened to him. He was completely healed.

We returned home with joy in our hearts, praising and thanking God for his wonderful miracle, although the doctors insisted he must stay in the hospital for a few days - they too were amazed. 

Three days later I received another call from my sister-in-law> Her voice trembled and I was filled with fear as she told me that my brother needed an operation now on his brain, as there was a hemorrhage. I gathered my younger sisters and my children together, asked them to pray for him as my older sister and I rushed to the hospital. When we arrived our parents were already there; I could see the anguish in their faces. As I moved towards my brother I could see that he was very sick. He could hardly look at us and could no longer speak to greet me - the brain hemorrhage had affected both his eyes and speech. I could not believe what was happening, three days ago he was completely healed, and now in an even more critical condition than before. 

I felt so bad, as if I'd betrayed my family in assuring them of my brothers healing, when now it seemed unlikely the he would even survive the operation as there was a blood clot on the left side of his brain. Again the doctors entered as they were now preparing the operating room for his emergency operation. I did not know what to do, I couldn't think, I couldn't understand. I began to question God. In my mind I felt that he had abandoned me - we prayed over him for three days ago, the Lord healed him, the X-rays confirmed this, why then, after such a wonderful miracle is he now more serious than ever? The questions pierced my heart and soul as I called on the family again to join in prayer once more. I placed my hand on his forehead, closed my eyes but could not open my mouth to speak. Silently I asked God to help me pray. I tried to recall all our happy days together when we were children but to my surprise what I pictured in my mind were the pains and hurtful times, the broken promises, working so hard and studying at the same time and for all these hardships I blamed him. Realising that this may be our last moments together and for the last chance to reconcile with him, I tried to tell him I was sorry, but no words came out. I prayed again that God would help me and then in the presence of my parents  and family I acknowledged and accepted all my mistakes and shortcomings and asked him to forgive me for offending him. 

I felt a power within that gave me the courage to accept my offenses and ask for forgiveness rather than counting those done to me. After doing so I felt released from these negative feelings that I'd carried in my heart for such a long time. When  I opened my eyes I was amazed to see tears flowing from my brother's eyes, I knew that we were reconciled. A few moments later he looked up at me and said, "Baby, God is with you". I asked him how he knew and he replied " Because you can speak English now"

Thursday, 17 February 2011

The Path of Glory (Book One) Prologue


Each chapter is a stand alone testimony illustrating different aspects of the faith and how God moved in the lives of the individuals to bring about His purposes, whether it be physical healing, material needs, forgiveness, emotional healing, bringing His peace into relationships, and sometimes deliverance from evil spirits. The author’s own spiritual journey unfolds through each testimony as the Lord teaches her new things, often through incidents within her own family, to which many of the testimonies relate.


He thought it was a dream

My Father told me,

“Do what you are supposed to do.”

During my first communion with the Spirit, I burst into tears, because I felt that I would not be capable of committing to obey Him. I cried on the shoulder of my father and told him how I could feel the presence of the Spirit. He comforted me and told me his own encounter.

He said, it happened when we, his children were still in college. One Sunday afternoon, while taking a nap, he heard a sweet gentle voice calling his name. When he opened his eyes, he saw a very beautiful lady wearing an immaculate white gown, smiling at him. He was astounded and felt so unworthy to face her, so he knelt on the floor, telling the Lady to forgive him. He closed his eyes, cried and mulled it over. He was thinking, maybe it was just a dream. He looked up again, still the Lady was standing in front of him. With a sweet, gentle voice, she said, “My son, one of your children is going to be commissioned by the Lord to serve.” In a very soft voice, close to a murmur, he accepted and said yes.

He did not relate this “vision” to anyone in his family but kept it in his heart. When I told him about my experience, he then learned I was the one and told me of his “vision”. He said to me, “I waited for this. Baby, fulfill what is asked of you.”