Thank you, Lord, for the ACLE.
It was quite a funny experience looking back as I recall the events which led up to the ACLE. We had simultaneous activities going on and with the very few hands available to help it was really a miracle such an activity pushed through.
Then the Lord Provides
It had been a few weeks since all the hubbub of USC meetings, rushed requirements, crammed letters, chasing the new adviser for his signature and overlapping beeping of mobile phones shattered my usually predictable and slow-paced schedule. We had been hunting the Palma Hall for available rooms and texting people if who’s available when suddenly everything failed. It was the last day and we still didn’t have a room, no computer speakers, no guest speakers and no projectors – absolutely nothing. Then suddenly, at the last hour Liz texted that we have already reserved for a room complete with a projector, a computer, everything and the best of all it’s air-conditioned! Kuya Dux then informed us that he may be able to ask some of his pastor friends to come but it is not yet sure if they’d come. But for us, as of that moment, we were already glowing with all that just happened. Imagine everything we worked at for the past one and a half months went down to nothing yet in the flick of a second, everything’s fine.
We cannot easily understand the need of others until we happen to be in their shoes. I know. I was one of those who learned this kind of 'understanding' the hard way.
Just like others with memorable stories of conversion, I started with unstoppable enthusiasm in the faith. I could not bring my Bible down, I kept a journal of daily miracles, I treated both friends and strangers with the thought that Christ died for them, I counted days until the Sabbath, I was excited for the Midweeks and Vespers, and I jotted down verses pertaining to precious promises. The last one I had to end the soonest I realized I was practically rewriting the whole Bible!
