This weekend is a very special and holy occasion in our Church worldwide. We simultaneously held the Iglesia ni Cristo (Church of Christ) Centennial Thanksgiving to commemorate God’s 100 years of glorious blessings to His Church that initially emerged in the Philippines with lowly and humble beginnings but amazingly proliferated to different parts of the world.
Like always, we had to attend devotional prayers a week prior the momentous worship services. Braving the nasty winter cold nightly was a real sacrifice but it’s all for the glory of God.
On another note, it made me miss my own mother who is a Church deaconess back home. We used to go together in the wee hours of the morning. I have a supportive and loving husband here who drives me to and from Church for me to fulfill my Church obligations while my mother is all alone in the Philippines faithfully attending to her Church duties. But I know, God is always with her and will bless her a hundredfold.
With my Mom and I on Thanksgiving
God’s divine blessings are certainly outpouring. The space here may not suffice for everything that He has done for me and my entire family. But for the sake of blogging, please allow me to cite just a few:
If there is one thing I am grateful for to have been born in the 20th century, it is for the reason that I am able to witness the Church’s Centennial celebration and be given the right to partake and perform my duties to the best of my abilities. I personally consider it a huge privilege and honor.
Me, myself and I
With F9 beauties at Western Sydney Congregation
Waking up everyday with a new lease of life with my loving husband beside me, seeing the sunshine, and all other beautiful things that my eyes can see, my ears can hear, and my touch and heart can feel; it is such an overwhelming blessing amid the many unspeakable tragedies and calamities that befall man these days.
My awesome and wonderful husband
The beginning of 2014 is a phase in our married life where we experienced pure grief and painful loss; I could not even find the right words to console myself but three months after such tragedy, I guess we are now OK. It allowed us to grow in faith together and made our love even stronger for each other. Healing comes with time, slowly but surely. I shall talk about “it” in detail when my heart is ready. In the midst of it all, it was only God who ultimately comforted us, continually held our hands tightly, and showed us that there is always a rainbow after the rain. For that, I give back all the glory to Him.
Tried and survived
It is only but a pure stroke of luck that I had my own share of laughs and joys but even in my pains, sorrows and griefs; God’s overpowering presence in my life is absolute. I can never repay God’s infinite goodness for even the very life I have truly belongs to him.
I can only continue to “walk by faith and deeds and not by sight, in trust and dependence upon Him and allowing Him to lead me”, knowing that “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” (Heb. 11:1)- and that’s the thereafter where there is tears and pains no more; a heavenly promise that’s embedded in my heart.
Happy Centennial Thanksgiving to all INC brethren worldwide!
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