My Calling- My Vow

I know it's quite difficult to understand.
This is how it goes-

Before I accepted Christ into my life, I was the loneliest person on earth. Though I have everything financially, there is nothing in my life that could make me smile. Yes, a smile on my face had a price! I was dying then, deprived of my youth, my family on the rocks, me & my brothers grew up separately from each other. I grew up apart from my parents & my brothers. I didn't know what a family looks & feel. I had no reason to smile nor live.

I was given till 21 to heal or else die. It didn't matter to me. As the disease progress in my body, the more I didn't care...I just flowed. I sought no healing. Let the morning come that I will not wake up anymore. Let the road engulf me..I didn't care where I might succumbed to its attack.

Then my mom knew Jesus Christ and believed Him, followed Him. And she patiently shared the gospel to my wayward father who was then with another woman. Her prayers, she said was day & night for my dad and us.

Her prayers were answered by God. My dad accepted Jesus in his heart. He changed & returned to my mom.

A friend of mine shared to me the gospel and afterwards I received Jesus in my heart. The cloud of loneliness left me and I smiled for the first time. I felt peace in spite of the sickness. But this time, the disease progressed so badly inside my body. Yet I received no healing from God. Until one day, it attacked in a place where it's not supposed to attack-- while am in a bus way home.
I made it in the door of our house and .... i had no more idea what has happened afterwards! All there was, was pain. pain. pain. I was bedridden for 2 months & hope was very bleak! My family had my grave prepared. But my father didn't give up praying for me.

But I have peace then.. a deep peace inside. Though I can no longer talk, my mind speaks. I remember I prayed to God, " Lord, Thy will be done in my life. I am ready to die, yet if You will give me a chance to live, I will serve You."

The Lord healed me in a miraculous way, in the Heart Center, too dramatic to recall. I underwent a series of testing to really be sure that I was healed.
I was healed! Indeed! And this means, I will serve Him and He wants it!

Years passed by but the prayer that I uttered in my mind to God remained alive inside me. Deep inside I know that one day I will return to God to serve Him. I know deep inside that I will serve Him in places I do not know. I know deep inside, He wants me to be a missionary of His Word. When & how, I did not know.

Years more passed by, unforgettable painful years passed by. So painful there are times I felt like giving up. But no! I remained firm & strong and I know God was aiding me along. I learned so much about a lot of things in life during those crucial & very painful years. The learnings I did not know for what they could be.

Then the time came that God called me to serve Him. And I said, "yes" to Him. He brought me to the tribe. Then it was clear that I will serve God among the tribes, the Muslim tribes. God so loved them that they have to know that it is Yahweh who is God and not Allah. And it is Jesus Christ who is the Saviour, not Mohammed. That the tribes' ancestral spirits are not God. And these people need to know that God loves them the way He loves me.

And I took a vow to serve Christ and His cause to the tribes. And so I am doing it up to now. And my life is not enough for what He has done for me.

I found out that callings from God are either inherited or bestowed upon to a person. In our family- it is both. I learned in our family tree that my great grand parents are missionaries. They founded the United Evangelical Church in our country.

In every generational line of every family in our family tree, there rise servants of God. They are either pastors, deacons & bible teachers and in our line falls the missionary call. My parents are missionaries to the tribes. My brothers are pastors. My daughters and my nephews & nieces are musicians & singers. And I, the only missionary in the family after my parents.

It is in this call that my smile never ends. My happiness is in doing it. And it's rewards are in heaven. It is a simple yet purposeful life. A rewarding life with the poor. It is living among them for them to know the Saviour, so they will go to heaven when they die, like me and you.

It is my prayer that God would grant me a husband who will accept my call for I cannot give up God and His service for the sake of love. A man who will love me for who and what I am in the Lord. For it is my vow.

There is nothing more so great than to serve God and spread the cause of Christ.

I am an MK and am proud of it!

I am A PK !

I belong to a circle of kids around the world known as the PKs. We're millions now though, and each of us like the rest of the kids out there, are unique in many different ways. But I don't like to speak about its uniqueness. I'd like to speak about what we sometimes think and feel which none of the people out there, including our parents, know and care to know.


Since this blog is about " talkative mind"... perhaps reading this is the only best way to do. I thought about this write up when I attended a seminar on Values Plus II Last Saturday. I shook hands with the guest speaker and she recognized instantly with a blurt, " Oh, you're a PK! So am I! We belong to the same circle! Ha ha ha!"


PK means " Preacher's Kid"! I guess, you already know where am heading to. Well, I'm not only a PK, am also a MK (Missionary Kid)!! And in our family, all my nieces and nephews, cousins and relatives in the 2nd to the 4th generations are all PKs!!


Is it hard to be one? How does life being one goes? Do we share feelings and encounters like other kids whose parents are not like ours? And many more questions.. unendless questions.


Our parents are popular. People see them in television, in the streets, hear them on radios, involved in politics, in education, in all areas of the society. They have networking groups, associations and even corporations! If other kids have their parents working at day and can only be seen at night, our parents are working on call 24/7 everyday! For MK's, their parents are absent from home most of the time, mostly weeks and months! For tribal missionaries like me, sometimes it takes years to be far away from home! Grabe di ba? That's why MK's go with their parents wherever they go.


We kids live in the back of the limelight. We are expected to behave according to the norms. We are expected to live up with the biblical principles. We, like other people in this creation also needs to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ! Our parents salvation is not transferrable to us their kids. And in the future, when we grow up, we are being expected to be called by God in His service following the footsteps of our parents. We bear in our shoulders the big obligation to tell others about Jesus, His love for us His creation, and His sacrifice just to pay for the sins of every individual on earth. To tell them that God has provided all of us the deep meaning of our existence.


We feel the same way like other kids do. We have the same fears and struggles, only we do not have " our own will". And its so hard sometimes! But as to the grace and favor from the Almighty... we're so rich of it!!


Well I guess, I have to go now... work calling! Chow!