Happy Fathers’ Day

Featured Items: Editor’s Thoughts: ............................... Father’s Day ....................................................... Eddie Zamora Remembering My Father ............................................................................................... Eddie Zamora SULADS’ Corner: ............................. Fruits of our Labor .................................... Sulad Esperato Davao SULADS’ Corner: ................... Soul Winning in Balungkanadan ........................ Sulad James A Subigca Patch of Weeds ................................................................................................. Jesse Colegado, BSC’80 Life of a Missionary: .............................. Uma Lulik .......................................... Romy Halasan, BSBA’86

CLOSING: Announcements |From The Mail Bag| Prayer Requests | Acknowledgements Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts | Miscellaneous

Editor’s Thoughts: “Father’s Day Eddie Zamora

was thinking of having a different topic for this issue because Father’s Day is still more than a week away, but when the next issue comes around it would be a thing of the past. I was actually considering writing about “The Good Old Days.” But if I

write about my father I would be writing about the good old day stuff. That is because my father lived in the years which are before any of you were even conceived. Let us discuss a little about the fathers, the persons being honored on Father’s Day. My idea used to be the fathers being remembered or honored are the leaders of the household, usually seasoned, wise and experienced male individuals. For example, my father was the provider for our family, a man who took care of the four sons and helped them finish college. But as time passed, I the son of my father, is now the father that is being remembered. Now my father’s grandson, my son is a young father. Father’s Day is his special day too. I got quotations for Father’s Day from the internet and I got more than four pages of quotations. I read through the set of quotations and noticed that there are a number of quotations given by men who recently became

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fathers. They mentioned the challenges they met, or the satisfaction they felt of being a father. So on Sunday June 17, may we remember to give honor to our fathers, even the young men who recently are discovering what fatherhood really is all about and want to become good or exemplary fathers also. Let me give a few samples of some quotations I got. Some of the authors I know a bit, others I have no idea who they are (but you might know them). The quotations are interesting, humorous at times, but contain much wisdom.

A father is someone you look up to no matter how tall you grow.

Unknown

Hmm, our two sons are much taller than me (and I feel I have shrunk), but do they look up to me?

My wife and I like Michael Buble as a singer. He is young, and quite recently became a father. The following quotations give very sound advice to fathers, be they old or young.

[Fatherhood is] the greatest thing that could ever happen. You can’t explain it until it happens;

it’s like telling somebody what water feels like before they’ve ever swam in it.

Michael Bublé

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers and singers of song.

Pam Brown

It is a wise father that knows his own child. William Shakespeare

My father didn’t tell me how to live. He lived and let me watch him do it.

Clarence Budington Kelland

A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society.

Billy Graham

The greatest mark of a father is how he treats his children when no one is looking

Dan Pearce Solomon, the wisest man in the Bible also gives very sound advice on being a father.

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.

Proverbs 22:6 (NKJV)

These quotations may give us an idea how different people think of what fathers are. We men or fathers may also learn how to best live our lives so we will be appreciated by our children and society in general. Let us be great fathers. Happy Father’s Day on June 17!

Eddie Zamora

Remembering My Father Eddie Zamora

y father was not a preacher, but all mission officers were ordained so he eventually became a pastor. I was born one month or so before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor so I do not remember much about the Japanese being in

the Philippines. I heard from different sources that my father, Meliton M. Zamora, was the treasurer of the South-Central Luzon Mission based in Lucena, Tayabas (now Quezon province). When I became aware of my surroundings our family lived in Artacho, Sison, Pangasinan. I don’t know how we got to be in Pangasinan, a place very far from Tayabas. But I learned that he was now the treasurer of the Northern Luzon Mission. Across the national highway was Northern Luzon Academy where I started school. After a few months our father told us that we were moving to another place called Iloilo where he would be the treasurer of West Visayan Mission. I was in the second grade then. A house was prepared for us outside the West Visayan Academy (WVA) campus. It wasn’t long before we got introduced to something WVA was noted for--floods. A typhoon hit the Visayas and soon water from the river rose. The whole place became flooded. I could see the murky water a few inches from our split bamboo floor. The school was used to this I think. Soon a raft with huge gasoline drums as floats came to our house to take us to the library which was on the second floor of the administration building. The classrooms were flooded, the desks were floating. And we were supposed to be safe at the library. Not long after that flood, my mother got sick and was taken to the Manila Sanitarium for treatment. We kids were made to stay with our aunt, my father’s younger sister, somewhere near Caloocan City. We went to school there and I learned to have this for lunch the staple food of the Philippines.

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My aunt and uncle lived by a fishpond. He took care of the pond, so fish was abundant and to this was added some ripe, red tomatoes. My mother did not survive the cancer she had so as my second grade ended it was just our father and us boys, and our old grandmother. We learned the basics of home life like doing laundry, bathing by the pump, and other stuff. On Sundays, my father still worked at the office so he took me with him. I stayed in his office and amused myself with the typewriter. That was when I learned to type. In the early afternoon we took the bus back to Bongko and WVA. Life was the typical Filipino life with the staple food of rice and fish. The fish we bought from vendors who walked from house to house selling “lab-as” or fresh fish. We went to the Zarraga or Leganes market to buy rice, salt, sugar and vegetables. Rice, salt and sugar were sold by gantas or chupas. Weighing was done much later. We got to taste a different dish when the school had excursions, to beaches usually. On those occasions my father prepared chicken adobo—he was a very good cook. He also showed me his prowess as a swimmer. So growing up it was just our father and us. Our two older brothers had gone to PUC so we, the two younger ones were left in Iloilo. I had basically one teacher only from Grade 2 to Grade 6, Miss Nena Miraflores. She moved to higher grades as my classmates and I moved too. As the years went by we heard from WVA alumni that they went to a school in Mindanao called MVC. They would come to our house to talk excitedly about their experiences. Then one day after I graduated from the 6th Grade our father told us that we were going to MVC. That was news to me. No reasons were given. We packed our stuff, took the boat MV Jolo to Cagayan de Oro. We arrived on a weekend I think so we were brought to the home of Mr. Orlando Aguirre, Sr. and there I got my first taste of corn grits instead of rice. I thought it was delicious. A man, Mr. Hechanova (they called him Mr. H) met us and put us on a bus, a red Mindanao Bus, which was taking us to destination unknown. Mr. H stayed with a truck to load our

stuff and take it to the college. The bus dropped us off at Mailag where there was a rest house. The Querols lived there. It was early afternoon and Mr. Querol said a pickup would take us to MVC. It took forever for the pickup to pick us up. It was drizzling when we left Mailag and the pickup followed the muddy ruts, sliding all the way to the campus. I remember seeing electric lights, a building which produced whining sounds (circular saws cutting lumber) and finally buildings that looked like houses. They were the duplexes of Freedom Village (now Jamandre Village). I later learned that my father was now a farm supervisor. He started as a fisherman, learned accounting and became a treasurer, and now he had to learn something new—farming. His boss was a Mr. Ray Hill, a tall man who walked so fast I had to run to catch up. My father was put in charge of the corn cribs and the dryer. Corn and peanuts were dried on huge trays which were rolled out to be under the sun. If rains came, the trays were rolled back so they would not get wet. We also got to go to the Kisalom plain and Paradise

Valley where everyone, including President Virgil Bartlett, planted vegetables for the cafeteria. Water for the gardens came from Malingon Creek. It was really pioneering days. The classrooms had no walls and the ground between the six buildings had either cogon or foxtails. Students and faculty planted “amor seco” to start the lawns. Mud was a common sight. We from Freedom Village had to run through mud to be on time for the Chapel Period which started at 7 am. One thought that didn’t occur to me was we did not have clothes for MVC’s cold temperatures. We just wore two shirts when it was cold. Our breakfast was usually porridge, and I don’t remember our other meals. We used firewood for cooking and I became quite good at gathering and chopping firewood. When I became a sophomore in high school I was taken to Manticao and MMA. My monthly allowance was 2 pesos for buying laundry soap, bath soap etc. It was only later that I learned that we were living a poor family’s life. We had no good clothes, not much allowance money, meager food. We had to make do because my father, I heard, was accused of dishonesty as a treasurer. Being sent to MVC was a demotion, some kind of punishment, and of course his salary was now a farmer’s pay instead of a mission treasurer’s salary. And with three sons in college, it was tough. So, after my junior year at MVC I was asked to quit school for a year and work as a janitor at the clinic in Marawi City. My father never told me about his problems, his friends said he never complained. He just accepted the cards dealt to him. The year I quit school the “culprit” confessed to mission officers his wrong-doing. At this point he was very sick and was bed-ridden. My father only told me that we were having a better financial standing then and I could go back to MVC and finish high school. After the problem was finally solved my father was put back into MVC’s business office, then he was moved to Mindanao Sanitarium’s business office, then to Northern Mindanao Mission. He moved from one mission to another—East Visayan Mission at Tacloban City, then finally Negros Mission at Taculing where he later retired. Maybe the quiet suffering he did took a toll on him. He was a sick man often after his mission stints. He died when he was only 65 years old. We four sons of his are still alive, not in excellent health but much older than 65 years. I remember playing for his wedding in Tacloban City and having him at our apartment when I did upgrading in Manila. I think of him as a very good father, caring for his sons even when the going was tough. I wonder if we could have lived lives like him. He was a very good father to us.

SULADS’ Corner: “Fruits of our Labor”

By Sulad Esperato Davao, E-SALT & Canada SULADS Mission School Supervisor

ove, Care, and Serve is our slogan. Because of love, God saved us. Because of love, God hasn’t abandoned us. The hardest part that an individual has to do is to share, to love, to care and to serve others. Why? We can serve people without love.

Sulads care about people. After four years working as a SULADS missionary in E-SALT, teaching the high school level students, I felt blessed at seeing the results of our labor. I teach Mathematics, Science and Social Studies. It’s been challenging teaching these subjects because, for my students it seems that these three subjects are their most difficult to learn. But I wanted them to love these classes. No matter how trying the circumstances, I vowed to myself to treat them with respect, love and care. My first year in E-SALT, I got appointed as the boy’s home dean. What an experience! I had to deal with numerous attitudes and personalities. And each year, I was also appointed as the school’s Teacher-In-Charge in addition to my classroom responsibilities. It was so rough at times that sometimes I wondered whether I should give up. However, these added responsibilities made me more mature. Prayer and personal devotions helped. I learned to always trust in God’s guidance and leading knowing that our Mighty Father in Heaven is in control of everything and is always ready to listen and help. Now, God has blessed us with eight precious individuals who are now ready to receive their high school diploma and one of them comes from my old Mission School. My heart is full of joy as I watch them march down the aisle wearing their white togas gowns and caps, symbols of their educational success with their studies in the Mission School. Now they are ready to face the next chapter of their studies. These are the fruits of our labor as SULADS missionaries. It is my desire to be able to help many more of the less fortunate children to come study in our SULADS Mission Schools.

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Soul Winning in Balungkanadan

By Sulad James A. Subigca. SULADS Field Supevisor, Surigao del Sur Cluster (4 mission schools)

eventh-Day Adventists work hand in hand in showing God’s love to the people even in the farthest mountains. God commissioned us to preach the Good News to the entire world. Hence, a twelve-day evangelistic series was held in Balung-

kanadan by six of the local Adventist churches namely Carromata, Lower Bagyang, Bacacaan, Bitaugan, Israel (P-5 Bitaugan), and Tubakon. Nearby, on the upper part of Bagyang, SULADS are assigned in mission schools. On January 20, 2018, the evangelist series started. Since there were nine sulads in the nearby mission schools, we assisted. The sulads were Jenelyn Saludar, Jovelyn Bajan, and Emmanuel Cagmat from Bagyang Mission School; Wayne Etulle and Banessa Agonos from Bato Mission School; Rechel Naraiso and Reyza Pullos from Israel Mission School; and, Junry Naraiso and Mark Glin Cuevas from Tubakon Mission School. Some were assigned to help with the cooking, health lectures, serenading and ministering to the children. The sulads helped with the house-to-house visitations assisting the laymen. There was even a time when the SULADS Para teachers took over in the program because all the church members assigned to take charge were not able to attend. Students from Bagyang Mission School attended the nightly evangelistic meeting that were held in Balungkanadan. Each day after class, they would cross the Tago River and hike 30 minutes together with their three sulads teachers to Balungkanadan where they would stay overnight after the meetings. Then they would get up at 3:30AM to hike back to their village in Bagyang so that they can attend their classes. They endured this difficult schedule daily and at the end of the evangelistic series, many in that group asked to be baptized. Despite the many difficulties and challenges faced during the meetings, God’s providences still prevailed. A total of sixty-six (66) souls were baptized; twenty-four of them were from our mission schools: 16 from Bagyang, 6 from Israel, 1 from Bacacaan, and 1 from Bato. Because of this, all glory is given to God. © SULADS International, Inc.

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Veteran A veteran is someone who, at one point in their life, wrote a blank check made payable to The United States of America for an amount up to and including their life. (from Mikey's Funnies)

Old Friends

Amy and Judy are old friends. They have both been married to their husbands for a long time. Amy is upset because she thinks her husband doesn't find her attractive anymore. "As I get older he doesn't bother to look at me!" Amy cries. "I'm so sorry for you. As I get older my husband says I get more beautiful every day," replies Judy. "Yes, but your husband is an antique dealer!" (from Cybersalt Digest)

Good Friends A newlywed young man was sitting on the porch on a hot, humid day, sipping iced tea with his father. As he talked about adult life, marriage, responsibilities, and obligations, the father thoughtfully stirred the ice cubes in his glass and cast a clear, sober look on his son. "Never forget your friends," he advised, "they will become more important as you get older. Regardless of how much you love your family and the children you happen to have, you will always need friends. Remember to go out with them occasionally, do activities with them, call them." "What strange advice!" thought the young man. "I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life." Yet he obeyed his father. He kept in touch with his friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, he became aware that his father knew what he was talking about. Inasmuch as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries on a man, friends were the bulwarks of his life. After 60 years of life, here is what he learned:

• Time passes.

• Life goes on.

• Distance separates.

• Children grow up and become independent; it breaks the parents' hearts, but the children become separated from the parents.

• Jobs come and go.

• Illusions, desires, attraction, sex weaken.

• People do not do what they should do.

• The heart breaks.

• Parents die.

• Colleagues forget the favors.

• The races are over.

• But true friends are always there, no matter how many miles away they are or for how long.

• A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, intervening in your favor, waiting for you with open arms or blessing your life.

When we started this adventure called LIFE, we did not know of the incredible joys or sorrows that were ahead. We did not know how much we would need from each other. So love your parents, take care of your children, and keep a group of good friends too. Thot: The best mirror is a good friend. (from Mikey's Funnies)

Swimming Friend

Visiting his parents' retirement village in Florida, my middle-aged friend, Tim, went for a swim in the community pool while his elderly father took a walk. Tim struck up a conversation with the only other person in the pool, a five-year-old boy. After a while, Tim's father returned from his walk and called out, "I'm ready to leave." Tim then turned to his new friend and announced that he had to leave because his father was calling. Astonished, the wide-eyed little boy cried, "You're a kid?" (from Da Mouse Tracks)

The Three R’s

Art Linkletter asked a schoolchild one day, “If you could be any age you want, what would it be?” The child replied, “Twenty-one. Then I could be boss.” When I was a boy, I looked forward to being twenty-one but I have discovered that being twenty-one isn’t worth being boss. A fellow asked his dad one day the meaning of the three R’s. The father replied out of the fullness of his years, “My boy, the three R’s are well known in life because everyone learns them from memory. At twenty-five it’s Romance; at forty-five it’s Rent; and at sixty-five it is Rheumatism.” (By J. O. Iversen, Signs of the Times, May 1962, via the Signs of the Times Newsletter)

Father’s Day

One cold, blustery, March night in the late 1890s, a heartbroken, grief-stricken father sat with his head in his hands in the dimly lighted living room of his humble home on a small farm near the city of Spokane, Washington. He appeared to be alone, but there were sleeping in that room with him, or in adjoining rooms, six small children, one girl and five boys. He sat there wondering how he was going to tell them the sad news that the mother they were looking for would never come back to the home again—she was dead. From that time on he was to be both father and mother to this little flock. This one girl in later years was married and took the name of Mrs. John Dodd. In the year 1910 she attended a Mother’s Day service. By this time her father was sleeping in the churchyard too. In his sermon that morning the minister said some beautiful things about mothers. Mrs. Dodd did some serious thinking. Her father had been both father and mother to her. She wondered why little was said about father, and determined there in the church pew that morning that she must do something in memory of her faithful father, William Jackson Smart. William had been born in Arkansas, where they called him “Billy Button” because of the shining buttons on his simple homespun jacket. Later he moved to Big Bend, Washington. In writing of him, Mrs. Dodd says, “He lived by the golden rule, entertained the minister, never borrowed, taught us not to borrow, objected if my petticoat ever showed, or if the floors and walks were not clean.”

She set apart the third Sunday in June as Father’s Day. Others heard about it, and the news spread. Letters began to come to her from far and near. So now we have a Father’s Day. No one will ever feel, I am sure, that too much praise has been given our mothers. Much has been said and a great deal written about them, but surely not too much. We could never really express all the love and gratitude and devotion in our hearts for them.

I have wondered sometimes if enough has been said about Father. In some cases, in some families, I have known him to be a forgotten man, sort of left out of the picture. Don’t let your father feel his only purpose or function in the home is to pay the bills which come in so regularly. Be sure he is a part of the family. The third Sunday in June is his day, but thoughts of him and kindness to him need not be confined to any day or month. (By Charles L. Paddock, Our Times, June 1947 via Signs of the Times Newsletter)

God is Looking

The story is told of a father who told his boy to watch while he was stealing corn, and to give the word if someone was looking. After the father had been at his work of stealing for some time, the boy said, “Papa, someone is looking.” The father looked, but saw no one. Then the boy said, “God is looking!” (By Robert L. Boothby, Signs of the Times, June 11, 1929 via Signs of the Times Newsletter)

New Father

The first-time father, beside himself with excitement over the birth of his son, was determined to do everything right. "So, tell me, Nurse," he asked as his new family headed out the hospital door, "what time should we wake the little guy in the morning?" (from Daily Clean Laughs)

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My Father

In honor of Father’s Day this month, here is a newspaper clipping from an unknown author that appeared in Signs of the Times:

My Father

When I was 7, I thought—My father is the smartest person in the world. He knows everything. At 17—My father doesn’t know as much as I thought he did. At 21—My father doesn’t know anything, compared to me. At 35—My father knew much more than I thought he did. At 50—My father was always right. (Unknown, These Times, June 1971 via Signs of the Times Newsletter)

Father’s Method

A loaded SUV pulled in to the only remaining campsite. Four children leapt from the vehicle and began feverishly unloading gear and setting up the tent. The boys rushed to gather firewood, while the girls and their mother set up the camp stove and cooking utensils. A nearby camper marveled to the youngsters' father, "That, sir, is some display of teamwork." The father replied, "I have a system; no one goes to the bathroom until the camp is set up." (from Cybersalt Digest)

Father’s Occupation

"What's your father's occupation?" asked the school secretary on the first day of the new academic year. "He's a magician, Ma'am" said Little Johnny. "How interesting. What's his favorite trick?" "He saws people in half." "Wow! Next question. Any brothers or sisters?" "One half brother and two half-sisters." (from Cybersalt Digest)

Quote for Father

A child is not likely to find a father in God unless he finds something of God in his father. —By Austin L. Sorensen (These Times, June 1979 via the Signs of the Times Newsletter)

WHAT IS A FATHER?

A father is a person who is forced to endure childbirth without an anesthetic. He growls when he feels good and laughs very loud when he is scared half-to-death. A father never feels entirely worthy of the worship in a child's eyes. He is never quite the hero his daughter thinks. Never quite the man his son believes him to be. And this worries him sometimes. (So he works too hard to try to smooth the rough places in the road of those of his own who will follow him.) A father is a person who goes to war sometimes...and would run the other way except that war is part of an important job in his life (which is making the world better for his child than it has been for him). Fathers are men who give daughters away to other men who aren't nearly good enough, so that they can have children that are smarter than anybody's.

Fathers fight dragons almost daily. They hurry away from the breakfast table off to the arena, which is sometimes called an office or a workshop. There they tackle the dragon with three heads: Weariness, Works, and Monotony. And they never quite win the fight, but they never give up. Knights in shining armor; fathers in shiny trousers. There's little difference as they march away each workday. (from Mikey's Funnies)

Father’s Day Card

Father's Day was just around the corner. Mom brought her ten-year-old son, Tyler, into the department store and walked him over to the greeting cards section. "How would you like to pick out a nice card for Dad for Father's Day?" she asked the boy. "Sure!" he replied. "OK. You stay here and pick out a nice card for Dad while I shop for a few things," the mother instructed. The boy started looking through cards. About 5 minutes later the mother returned to the cards section. Her son had opened up and looked at practically every card in the section. "Honey, what are you doing?" his mom asked. "Haven't you found a nice card for Dad yet?" "Not yet," Tyler said. "Aren't these cards nice?" the mother asked, picking up a few. "They are," Tyler answered, "But I'm looking for one with money in it!" (from Doc's Daily Chuckle)

The Uma Lulik

his week’s column is the continuation of my story about Timor Leste. Whenever I visit a country, what comes foremost in my mind is learning about the culture of the local people. One thing that catches my interest me is the design of the

traditional houses in a locality. Something that always amazes me whenever I visit a place or country is how the locals build their own houses. This week, let me share with you interesting points about the houses of the Timorese people. In the city of Viqueque, 183 kilometers Southeast of Dili – the capital of the country of East Timor, there is a unique house structure called Uma Lulik. The minority people of the country, the Fataluku, are known for their elegant totem houses on stilts. These houses are sacred for the Fataluku. These holy huts are a symbol linking the past with the present, the local people’s departed loved ones and the living. These houses can be seen all over Timor Leste. These houses are a testament to the Fataluku people’s craftsmanship. These houses, the Uma Lulik, are renovated every 10 to 20 years and serves as a connection between the families’ past, their departed loved ones, and present or the living. Although an uma lulik belongs to a family, it also represents all other descendant groups that have formed a bond with that family through marriage. Eventually, an uma lulik expresses the spirit of the family, its history and traditions, and, ultimately, its essence. The presence of this unique house, the uma lulik, is as a testament to the resilience of the Fataluku people, being colonized first by Portugal in the 16th century until 1975, a total of 273 years, and later occupied by Japan and Indonesia. The indigenous people were persecuted during Indonesia’s 25-year occupation. During this time, many of the uma lulik

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were destroyed or have fallen into disrepair. However, in 2002, when the country gained its independence from Indonesia, a resurgence of their traditional customs emerged and these sacred homes began to appear again. Uma luliks are usually built with indigenous material like local timber, bamboo and twine. Every part of the house expresses its physical properties and is represented through symbols, displaying a mixture of physical and spiritual symbolism. Besides being just a structure, the concept of uma lulik includes rituals, ceremonies and beliefs. It is in the house that the living tries to communicate with their dead loved ones. The word itself, Lulik, refers to the spiritual cosmos, the root of life and the sacred rules that dictate relationships between people and nature. These houses were constructed by traditional architects and craftsman who possess knowledge of the rituals that will be performed in the buildings. They know the intricate details of the building materials – which grass had to be used for the house's roof, what wood to use for making posts and planks, what to use to tie the parts together. All the materials have to be natural in order to connect the house with the “intangible” forces of nature. The locals are usually unwilling to discuss any subject regarding Lulik, since they have been led to believe that these can make a negative animist magic. Because of this, anything Lulik-related remains something of a mystery, since Lulik still dictates the lives of the inhabitants of the rural areas of East Timor. They believe that if a person breaks Lulik's rules, he will be punished in this life.

The Adventist Church in Viqueque In the city of Viqueque, the Adventists have built a church. Several projects have been implemented by our ADRA Timor Leste like sanitation, potable water and livelihood projects. The locals who believe in the spirits now realize that there is a group of people who believe in the living God. Last year, an evangelistic crusade was conducted in Timor Leste by the former executive secretary of West Indonesia Union Mission and was held in a Protestant church in Dili. It was an unusual experience because many of the Protestant church members were converted to the Adventist faith and are now members of the Adventist church. In Timor Leste, there are unique ways of sharing the gospel people so that these people who believe in other gods will learn of the truth.

Please include this newest mission under Southern Asia Pacific Division located in Timor Leste in your prayers.

Romy Halasan

Beautiful Places in Timor Leste

Clockwise: rice fields, waterfalls, children in Viqueque, and a cave n Viqueque

Above clockwise: A roadside fruit/ vegetable stand, A man in the local costume playing a drum. The community threshing rice. Below, L-R: examples of uma lulik

In Closing … Announcements | From The Mail Bag | Prayer Requests | Acknowledgment

Meet The Editors |Closing Thoughts

Alumni Calendar

When What Where For More Info

2018. Jun24-Jul 1 Reunion SULADS 50th Anniversary

MVC Campus

http://www.suladsinternational.org

2018. Aug31, Sept 1-2

Reunion MVC School of Nursing Alumni in North America

Florida, USA Raylene Baumgart

2018. Dec28-Jan1 GYC 2018 Houston, TX https://gycweb.org/conference/information/

2019. Jul 15-19 Reunion School of Nursing 50th Anniversary Reunion

MVC Campus

Dr. Gladden Flores

2019 Aug 12-17 Int’l Pathfinder Camporee Oshkosh, WI www.camporee.org 2020? TBD Reunion MVC Alumni NEW MVC

Campus

Dr. Gladden Flores

SULADS’ Announcements: 1. SULADS’ 50th Anniversary Reunion – June 24-July 1, 2018 at MVC Campus. (2 weeks away!)

This announcement is repeated for redundancy purposes as we continue to receive inquiries as to when the event is to take place. ☺

2. To Register – go to http://www.suladsinternational.org/

3. Interested in visiting the SULADS Mission Schools during the reunion or the Comprehensive High School for Lumads (SCHSL) which was mentioned in today’s issue? There will be opportunities for this! Inform the event planners of your interest by completing the portion included in the registration form.

4. Transportation to MVC – if you need someone to pick you up at the Cagayan de Oro airport or the Davao airport, please indicate in the registration form

Prayer Requests

FOR THE CONTINUED HEALING OF: Ching Rivera, Virgie Osita, Pastor Oseas Zamora, Pastor Remelito Tabingo and members of the MVC Alumni & Friends who are sick. COMFORT FOR THE BEREAVED FAMILIES OF: Atty. Nick Baguio, Ruth Fabella, Rachel Tabaranza, Gabby Palapar, Honrado Pamintuan , Joe Cortez & his wife Ruth Generato Cortez, Bella Tawatao, Solpen Solilapsi Pierce, Lydia Hilado Ombiga, and other families who recently lost their loved ones.

Acknowledgment

A special thank you to the following who helped make this week’s issue of CyberFlashes:

• Romy Halasan for “LIFE of a Missionary”

• Jessie Colegado for chuckles in “Jessie’s Patch of Weeds”,

• The SULADS and Gospel Outreach for the Sulads updates.

• Joy Caballero-Gadia for the layout

Meet The Editors

This week’s issue of Cyberflashes was by Eddie Zamora. Next issue will be in two weeks.

It will be by Melodie Mae Karaan Inapan. Please direct all entries to her or to any of the editors.

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Closing Thoughts The Editor

A dad is someone who wants to catch you when you fall.

Instead he picks you up, brushes you off and lets you try again. Unknown

A father’s words are like a thermostat

that sets the temperature in the house. Paul Lewis

Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved

today, you have to do it again tomorrow. Reed Markham

A father doesn’t tell you that he loves you. He shows you. Dimitri the Stoneheart

When you teach your son, you teach your son’s son. The Talmud

Happy Father’s Day And Happy Sabbath to All!