Open my eyes, that I may see

We’re trying something new at church today to help our congregation understand one another better, to realize the rich diversity in one another’s stories and to hear the ways God has been working through each one of us. For now, we are calling this time in worship, This is my story.

Today was my turn. I admit I didn’t know what to say. My dad was the guest preacher this morning and he used today’s lectionary from John 9:1-42 about the man who was born blind from birth. As I listened to him expound on the ways that we as a corporate body have sometimes become spiritually blind to the injustices we witness—and like the parents of the blind man, and the neighbors and Pharisees who were not willing to speak up and speak out that it was Jesus who healed this man, we as a community of faith sometimes do not have the courage to proclaim where we see the work of Christ in our lives and in the lives of those around us.

The story I shared went like this: Continue reading

beautiful things

i went to group last wednesday–SPU’s weekly worship through scripture, reflection and music. i long for these opportunities to worship. as much as i tell my worship team at church that they can (should?) worship while leading, it’s not the same. sometimes you need to be able to just be still, close your eyes and wait on God. no instrument waiting to be played, no mic in hand. and that evening, that’s what i did. i went to group by myself, not knowing anyone, sat down and listened and sang and prayed. Continue reading

Being a Disciple

Guest post from my pops, who is the Director of Philosophy and Religion at Philippine Christian University and English pastor at Central UMC, both in Manila.

Being a Disciple

I want to talk about a very popular subject matter in the New Testament, something almost all Christians have some idea about.  Discipleship. While it is a common word circulated among Christians, it is not uncommon to find misunderstanding about its meaning, its application, and its importance.  This misunderstanding and confusion is evident during prayer meetings, Sunday School sessions, and the way it is perceived and understood by those seating on the pews come Sunday worship.

The NT record in Matthew 10: 1-4 and Mark 3:13-19, tell us Jesus is on a recruiting trip to name people to be part of his team.  Disciples. Eventually, out of large  crowds he talked to, named people familiar to us: Simon Peter, Matthew, Thomas James, etc. The Mattew and Mark records gave us names, told us who were those chosen to perform special and sensitive parts in Jesus’ ministry. Not much.

In Luke 14: 25-33, it is important for us to take note that on the subject matter of discipleship–of who is a disciple–what they do is far more important than who they are.  Whether you are a male or a female, young or older, last name well-known or not, rural or city folk, where you originate from, less schooled or not, what is important is what do you do to qualify as a disciple. Functional, not biographical.



In the scheme of Jesus’ plan of ministry to serve the last and the lost and the least, discipleship is functional.  This is to say those who enlisted, signed up to join God’s army in Jesus, it is what we do to serve God’s spirit that matters.  Not name. Not one’s station in life.  Not one’s connection or ability to bring more resources to the church, although they are all important and crucial to the success of our  organizational operation.

I am not sure if Jesus was challenging or teasing the crowd when he said, “you cannot be my disciple.”  You can’t be my disciple “unless you love me more than your father and mother, your wife and children, and your brothers and sisters…You cannot come with me unless  you love me more than your own life…you cannot be my disciple unlesss you carry your own cross and come with me…you cannot be my disciple unless you give away everything you own.”

After reading this, who do you think in his or her right mind still wants to become a disciple? Honestly, after reading this do you still want to be a disciple?  We have a ritual for accepting new members.  But we don’t really have a ritual or order of service for those signing up to sell their belongings;  to love their parents, siblings or their very own life less so they could become a disciple.

I want to reflect on this very demanding call to discipleship as something to aspire for, something to challenge all would-be followers.  To not think lightly the consequences of what it is to be a learner, a follower, a student of the cross, someone who stand by the side of history and admires the lives of the early disciples, the saints, those who literally denied themselves of huge inheritances, those who left the family they loved to follow Christ for the sake of those without family, to make others rich by their life of simplicity, to spend all their energies, time, talent, to serve those where Christ is most needed.

Given the above harsh and hard definition of what it is to  be a disciple, is it possible for us today to become one?  I hope so.  I believe so.  We are still in the journey of faith. Wesley did mention about us being “living onto “perfection.” Bonhoeffer did use the word “come of age.” We are in the process of becoming, coming to be!  Or, borrow a bumper sticker that says, “God is not finish with me yet.”

Wesley talks about the “means of grace.”  He was telling early Methodists to access themselves to the God who is accessible.  Maybe, just maybe, if we frequently attend learning sessions to know more about God, come to prayer meetings, take communion always as fresh nourishment to our dry spirit, a functional understanding of discipleship could be had.  And then we could truthfully say, “I am a disciple.” Well, not quite but I am getting there.

Pastor Fred

The Advent Conspiracy

Advent ConspiracyThis past Sunday marked the beginning of Advent–a season in the Christian calendar that asks us to pause and wait for the coming of the Messiah. But how do we do that when the minute thanksgiving passes, we are ready to fall in line for black Friday sales at the crack of dawn,  have already stressed out about how we don’t have enough money to buy all the obligatory gifts for all the people in our lives and when we wish the Christmas rush was over even before it has begun. How is it that the one season that should be the easiest to proclaim who we are as a people of faith–as Christians–is oftentimes the hardest. We find ourselves going through the entire season of Advent and sailing on through the new year without pausing to remember the divine who became flesh to dwell among us.

The congregation where I serve and worship is going to try something new this year. I’m leading us in a reorienting of the ways we can prepare for Christ’s coming into our lives. Using materials created by Rick McKinley, Chris Seay and Greg Holder, we will rethink what it means to worship fully, spend less, give more and love all.

Our task this first week is to unpack what it means to worship fully. How do our lives reflect that we worship God incarnrate? How are the ways we spend our money, time and energy fully worshiping God? What is it that we desire during this season? The latest gadget? The dream vacation? What’s really in our hearts? Is it the peace, love, rest that we find in Jesus? (probably not).

What does it mean to worship fully? And how do we do this in a world that clamors for our attention in ways that are counter-cultural to our Christian calling?

For more on the Advent Conspiracy, visit their site.

Are you trained to hear God?

I attended this morning’s eucharist service at SPU. 7:30am on a Friday in a small chapel with beautiful stained glass and brick walls. It kind of reminded me of my childhood when dad served small rural churches in Iowa; the old smell of wooden seats that creaked every time someone squirmed in their seat. As we listed to Dr. Castelo’s word, he talked about how we must be trained to hear God. Our senses must be reoriented. Our ears must be tuned, our heart warmed, our mind ready to think and understand if we are truly going to claim the label “Christian.” We must be molded and reconfigured into something new.

As this new academic year begins, I wonder in what ways my spiritual senses will be heightened.