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Editor's Thoughts
Thoughts On Kindness
Inspirational Thoughts
On a Lighter Note
Date Book Reminder
Prayer Requests
Acknowledgment
Meet the Editors
Closing Thoughts
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I looked around searching for an ideal place in the airport to settle down for the 36 hours
layover in Bombay before I head home to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. It was 1978 and I was traveling
alone. Going out of the airport for a more comfortable hotel was out of the question. The
thought of getting lost in an unfamiliar place intimidated me.

Sitting in my corner, I watched the busy activities around me. And then I saw her. There was
a look in her face that told me something was wrong. Occasionally she would ask other
passengers for help. This petite middle-aged woman was traveling alone too. Curiously, I
approached her and in her limited English related her sad tale.

She worked for a family in Saudi Arabia. But she got sick and the family decided to send her
back to Sri Lanka via Bombay. However, she was not aware that her ticket did not have the
connecting flight to Sri Lanka. She was stranded in Bombay indefinitely! For a couple of days
she begged passengers for money to purchase food and the ticket that would take her home. I
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thought of helping her collect money, but I didnt have the courage to approach people. I gave
her my last dollar bill.

As night came and the stream of passengers trickled down, my new friend and I settled on our
makeshift bed of airport chairs. Kneeling in prayer, I thanked God for her company. Then I
heard a voice behind me. Filipina ka ba? (Are you a filipino?) Opening my eyes, I saw a
middle-eastern man talking to me. He said that he was coming from a business trip in
Manila. In the course of our conversation, I mentioned the predicament of my new friend.

Upon hearing her story, the man handed me some money and said, Go buy her a ticket for Sri
Lanka. My new friend could not contain her happiness. Finally she was going home! Thanks to
the kindness of a stranger.

The next morning, I bade farewell to my new friend as she boarded her plane for home. I was
alone again. But not for long ... I too was going home.

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~ " KINDNESS" ~ for me, is an act which can be shown in many peculiar ways. Here are some experiences of kindness
shown to me when I was a student in Mountain View College.

* words of assurance and comfort from Vilma Ibarrat-Agtuca. It has given me strength to tackle the loneliness and homesickness
during the first weeks in college. Sounds simple but did a big effect on me.

*Invitation for meals with (BH) by the Porteza family. I felt as a part of the family that my longing for home was lessened. Aside
from that, as a student who had to budget a meal ticket, such act of kindness meant a real big thing.

*a 100 peso bill placed in my pocket by Dr. Richli after a hard week of surgery, brought me to tears,
forgetting the 24 hours work day that lasted a week with only short breaks for rest or a short nap.

* Many times I was sent out from classes and examinations, because of not having a financial slip.
Pastor Segovia became my guarantor and helped solve that problem.

That was 47 years ago but the kindness and love I received from these beloved people still warms my
heart. I count all these kindness as a legacy to pass on to those in need.

Elma Lagazo-Steuer
Nursing, 1967-1970
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One of the fruits of the Holy Spirit as we know is kindness. I was in Mountain View College for almost 13 years,
teaching and studying at the same time. It was good to have the experience of a lifetime being with good people and living in a
religious community. Kindness is everywhere and that is what drives you to be a good citizen in the community.
Living in the dormitory you deal with students of different personalities coming from different family backgrounds. Who
knew what sort of family values they have. Perhaps some students were sent to the college to be "reformed" from their wayward
ways. Most of the students go to MVC to obtain good Christian values, and be missionaries for God in the future and that is what
every Christian parent is aiming for. For me, Mountain View College is the modern school of the prophets with teachers and staff
members who are dedicated to their calling.
Having lived that long in the college, I met many students and teachers as well who were kind to me. I integrated their
kindness in my character as I moved on to face the real world. Although, I met some unkind teachers who I will never forget, I
never adapted their unkind attitude towards others. I remember I was reprimanded, yelled at with a finger pointed to my face,
talked about my girlfriend being pregnant of which was totally a gossip. However, I was thankful for those teachers, because I
became so popular in the school and because of that untrue rumor wheel, they became so kind to me, invited me to their homes,
cooked some lovely dinner!hmm.
Before computers and Google search in the college, students had to go to the library to do a lot of research. I had no
idea what to do when I got there...not until I met the librarian in-charge who helped me find the right books or magazines to read. I
was so privileged to have kind librarians at that time, and one of them was Mrs. Cleofe Figuracion Porteza. Not only was she a
good friend of my parents, she was also the jewel in the library. She taught me how to use the Dewey decimal system and how
to find the right aisle where the books were. The kindness she portrayed to the students was phenomenal. Her soft voice was
enough for us to behave and be quiet when we were whispering with other students in the library. She approached us with a calm
and kind attitude that created a quiet environment conducive to studying and doing our assignments.
The old library was above the administration offices then. This was before the big MVC fire that destroyed the
administration building. I will never forget one quiet evening when I heard a shout, "Sunog, sunog!" I checked to see what was
happening. I saw Ma'am Porteza coming to me for help. Looking around I saw fire coming from the electrical circuit on the
wall. Instinctively, I grabbed my sweatshirt and put out the fire. Yes, I was the hero that night and the only person who thanked
me after the incident was Maam Porteza. As long as I live and doing the LORDs work I will always remember this remarkable
woman who contributed to my success. I know there were many other kind and remarkable teachers and staff members in MVC
who I can named and tell you all my experiences with their kindness.
To all MVC students and alumni, God is so good to have people whose hearts are filled with the Holy Spirit in our
modern school of the prophets. I know no one is perfect but they offer the best for us and their kindness will always be
remembered.
To all faculty and staff members of MVC keep up your good works. Colossians 3:12; Therefore, as Gods chosen
people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
By Harry Lapojapo
BS Biology, 1986, BS Nursing, 1994

~ AN ANSWERED PRAYER THROUGH AN ACT OF KINDNESS~
Away from home, I felt the loneliness and the need of care and concern from my family especially in times of need. One day
before the scheduled date for final examination, I went to the Office of the Dean of Student Finance (DSF) to get my examination
pass. Unfortunately, I had an outstanding balance which amounted to two hundred eighty-six pesos (P286.00). This was a small
amount yet enormous for a working student.
I did not have that amount as a villager of Dr. and Mrs. Don Leo Garilva at that time. I went home and in my room I cried while
praying. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door of my room. When I opened the door, to my surprise, Dr. Garilva handed me three
hundred pesos. I could not believe what I saw. I was overwhelmed because I really needed the money at that moment. I thanked
him and immediately, I rushed to the Business Office to pay my remaining balance so that I can take the final examination.
This simple act of kindness extended to me in time of my dire need, repeatedly lingers on freshly in my full memory. A memory of
kindness a person`s deed of concern for others. His little act of unremarkable kindness means so much to me. He may not
remember this kind deed but he had contributed changes in my life. If there were no act of kindness in that person, I would have
not reached this far in my great achievements as a successful government servant.
By Raquel Niedo-Frigillano,
BSE ED, 1992.
~ KINDLY IMPULSES AND AFFECTIONS~
What are kindly impulses and affections?
In the discussion by Ellen G. White of the Parable of the Talents (Matthew 25:14 to 30), she says that the talents spoken of in
the story mean gifts that each person receives from the Holy Spirit. One of these gifts is what she calls kindly impulses and
affections. Have you ever heard about this before? She lists this along with the other items that talents or gifts represent such as
mental faculties, speech, influence, time, health, strength and money. Read Christs Object Lessons, Chapter 25.
Let me share how our family got converted to the faith. It all started with a deaconess whose act of kindness was something my
grandmother told me about.
It was Peace Time in 1945, long before I was born. My grandparents were waiting for their childrenmy father and my uncleto
come home from World War II. A tent meeting to host a public evangelism was organized by a local Seventh-day Adventist church
not far away. My grandma, whose livelihood was to sell peanuts, got interested in the crowd that she saw was gathering as people
who heard about the event were coming to the place. To her, it was good business opportunity.
The next night, as she had intended, she was carrying a basin full of peanuts, fried in oil and garlic,
as she made her way to the big tent. Without my grandma expecting it, a lady in her early 30s
whom she recognized faintly came out from among the crowd, met her with smiles as she was
approaching, and greeted her in a very respectful manner. Tya Paning, the lady addressed her in
that endearingly familiar way that other younger people would do. (My grandmas official first
name, by the way, was Estefania). Im so glad to see you here. Can I have your basin and sell
the peanuts for you? What a goodhearted offer! And before my grandma could think what then
would she do instead at the place, the lady asked another member of their team to usher my
grandma in, saying, You may sit inside and listen to the lecturer.
My grandma told me that what that lady didto include the return of the empty basin to her at the
close of evening meeting, along with the proceeds of the salewarmed her heart so gladly that
she said it made her decide to like to return there the following night.
And so on the night that followed, Tya Paning was on her way to the tent again with another basin full of peanuts and, this time,
with my grandfather with her! The same sweet lady welcomed her, made the same offer to sell the peanuts, asked the same usher
the night before to lead my grandma and grandpa in. When the program for the night was over, the basin was returned and the
money from sale of the peanuts remitted.
The sequence of events mentioned above would take place every night thereafter. And to abbreviate the story, Id like to say that
toward the conclusion of the tent meetings, my grandparents were among the many who gave their hearts to the Lord. After their
baptism as members of the SDA Church, they shared their faith to others, and then to me much later on as a child when I was
growing. At age 12, I too accepted Jesus and was baptized.
(My baptism at age 12 after finishing in an SDA church school led to my enrollment in an Adventist academy (high school) and,
afterward, to my taking the BA degree in Theology in MVC which I completed in 1975).

Today, as World Associate Director of Trust Services of the SDA Church, I hold office at the General Conference on its 2
nd
floor
that has a large window facing US Highway 29. Once in a while, I would pause from what I do, get out of my room and look out of
the window. As I watch the cars speeding by on the highway, at times I would muse, How come Im here at the world
headquarters of my church? My mind would next take me back in years to the memory of my grandparents, and guess what? I
would then recall, a little farther away in time hence, that gracious, kindhearted lady--a deaconess of a local church.
Many are endowed with or capable of kindly impulses and affections that can be bestowed to others to bless them. The love that
gives kindness will in a way work for the good of souls and the glory of God.
Willy Sumagaysay
AB Theology, 1975
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Daryl Gay Atiteo Tanamal
~ THOSE LITTLE BITS OF GOOD~

Kindness is a virtue and a value that is often neglected or even abused today. Nevertheless, kindness should be a part of our
lifestyle and not just a mere actfor kindness is an act of love. Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche argued that kindness and love
are the most curative herbs and agents in human intercourse.

The Bocala sisters, Janelle (22 years old) and Rachelle (21 years old), were our new found friends from Australia who had come
over to Bangkok, Thailand for their mission trip. They were one of the simplest persons that I know. But what made these persons
peculiar was their kind of dedication and generosity to help and give out kindness wherever they are.

Before they headed out to their mission field at Bamboo School, we decided to give them a little tour around Thailand. During
several instances while walking around the city, we would often see them buying extra food, bottles of water, carrying with them
some money and with precious smiles to give to the less fortunate people along the way. They enjoyed stopping for almost
anyone they came across that needed some help. With these random of acts love, they were able to impart to the needy the
sense of importance. I have never witnessed such raw kindness as displayed by Janelle and Rachelle. And what do they receive
in return? Nothing fancy. Just some genuine smiles, some thank you, God bless you, respect and that sense of contentment
and pride of giving. As Bob Anderson said, There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize that they are worthwhile in
this world.

Soon after, the time had come for us to go to Bamboo School. Bamboo School is a mission post, a clinic, with its mobile clinic, a
school, and an orphanage all at the same time. It is located in the mountains near the borders of Burma and Thailand in the small
village of Bonti, supervised by a dedicated nurse from New Zealand, Maam Katherine, or MOMO (mom-mom) as the kids and
the village people would call her. Upon arrival, Momo gave us a tour around the place and enlightened us with the situation of the
school and the primary needs of the kids: LOVE. This was the purpose why Janelle and Rachelle were brought here. Upon seeing
the condition of the place as the children welcomed us with such warmth, I saw happiness reflected in their eyes. It was just
plainly painted on their faces.

After a month in the school, they stayed over at our house to celebrate the New Year with us. Afterwards, my brother, Kyle,
together with our friend, Ray, and I decided to join them at Bamboo school.

The orphaned kids have different backgrounds. One of them was a sole survivor of his family that was massacred by rebels who
attacked their town. Another child was abandoned in the trash by his prostitute mother. Some were battered children, others have
terminal illness, some have abnormalities, and some just needed someone to love them. You cant help but be drawn to love them
with their smiles and hospitable affection.

Each day with them was a new experience for me. I could still remember our first assignment. We were
told to make a coffin for someone who died in the village. A few days later, we were told to make
another coffin for someone who committed suicide in the village. Even our last task was to make a coffin
for someone who died of natural causes.

We spent our days praising God with them, eating with them, playing and simply enjoying the moment with them. We also helped
the school with some of the chores, attending to the needs of the patients in the clinic, visiting the village, taking care of the babies
and young ones, teaching them the English language, some values and lots of other things.

Not long after, it was time for us to go. Although many words remained unspoken, the hugs and goodbyes came closely enough to
fill the aching gap that the community, especially those children, had left in our hearts. We took our last look at the village and the
school then with a deep breath and bid our last farewell. The joy and laughter that we shared, the stories we exchanged, and the
kindness each of us imparted and received in return was just a glimpse of what a better world would be like if we can change it. I
dont really know how kindness works, but those ripples of joy did really make a difference to the kids and to me. (You can visit
Bamboo Schools website at http://www.bambooschool.org/)

Watching Janelle and Rachelle who travelled all the way from Australia just to be with them and to show those children their
importance and value to the world, touched and changed me as a person. They would even go to lengths as spending their
fortunes as often as possible just to reach out to those who needed them, spreading kindness one day at a time to those within
their reach. Plato quoted, Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.

Janelle and Rachelle are just two of those who are not only supporting people fight their battles but also fighting alongside with
them through their selflessness and kindness.

Two years ago, together with the Filipino-Australian SDA Church of Australia, they visited MVC and some parts of Northern
Mindanao in connection with Northern Mindanao Conference to help build churches, build lives and reach out kindness. And just
this June, they held an evangelistic meeting at Carmen, Davao city in cooperation with the Davao Mission, and more souls were
brought to the feet of God.

Whenever I ponder about giving love and showing kindness, I am always reminded of the Bocala sisters. We dont really need to
make grand gestures of love or kindness to make a difference. Just a simple act of kindness to the person next to us can be a
start. It may seem small to us but we will never know, it could mean everything to him/her. That trivial act of kindness from us may
trigger a ripple of joy that could stretch even to the unknown parts of the world and make the world a much better place. According
to Desmond Tutu, Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

What bits of kindness have we shared today?

By Romulo A-L Halasan, Jr.
BS Accounting, 2011
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Kindness Even During a War
We had just searched a small village that had been suspected of harboring Viet Cong. We really tore the place up-it wasn't
hard to do, but had found nothing.
Just up the trail from the village we were ambushed. I got hit and don't remember anything more until I woke up with a very
old Vietnamese woman leaning over me. Before I passed out again I remembered seeing her in the village we had just
destroyed and I knew I was going to die. When I woke again, the hole in my left side had been cleaned and bandaged, and
the woman was leaning over me again offering me a cup of warm tea. As I was drinking the tea and wondering why I was
still alive, a helicopter landed nearby to take me back.
The woman quietly got up and disappeared down the trail.
Unknown author
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Acts of kindness
-- Author Unknown
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as
his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging
on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving.
Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he
buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country.
He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It
was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the
old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front
of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so.
Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was
frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put
in you. He said, "I'm here to help you m'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By the
way, my name is Joe."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car
looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change
the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled
down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She
couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful
things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This
was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole
life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time
she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of
me".
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home,
disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the
chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The
whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet
for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain
and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she
remembered Joe.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the
door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something
written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've
been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do.
Don't let the chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night
when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could
she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew
how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's gonna be all right, I love you Joe.
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Mamie Adams always went to a branch post office in her town because the postal employees there were friendly. She went there
to buy stamps just before Christmas one year and the lines were particularly long. Someone pointed out that there was no need to
wait in line because there was a stamp machine in the lobby. "I know," said Mamie, 'but the machine won't ask me about my
arthritis."--Bits and Pieces
What "Loving-Kindness" Means

Mother asked her six-year-old what loving-kindness meant. "Well," he said, "when I ask you for a piece of bread and butter and
you give it to me, that's kindness, but when you put jam on it, that's loving-kindness."Chicago Tribune.
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Of Willing Heart for the Service of the Lord
By Vincent Baragona
Marawi City, Lanao del Norte, Philippines
Here's my latest update my work in the AMR work in Lanao Del Norte.
I praise God for giving me another chance to work with the Muslims and to study with them this school year at Mindanao State
University in Marawi City, Lanao Del Norte. Classes just started last week and as a new student of their graduate school, they put
me on "conditional" status since some of their Islamic scholars or religious scholars are a little bit skeptical of me enrolling in their
department. Nevertheless Im happy that they gave me the opportunity to study.
I'm taking MA in Islamic Studies (Muslim Law), while taking some undergrad subjects like Arabic language and Muslim history. So
far, the graduate school allowed me to take 9 Units (Some English Subjects, Arabic 1, and Islamic Family Laws). While studying,
my vacant time is mostly spent on studying the Qur'an, and learning to write Arabic. Sir Ranny de Vera also told me to work with
the SDA youth that are studying in MSU-Marawi by nurturing and educating them on personal evangelism since we are doing
some campus ministry with the Muslims and the Christians.
I believe that by the grace of God, this will be another fruitful year in my work with the Muslims in Marawi. I'll update you of the
work here in Marawi as soon as there are new steps in moving forward with the AMR work in Marawi.
Thank you so much!
May the Lord richly bless you and your family!
SULADS International, Inc.
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Life of a Missionary News from Indonesia

I am glad that MVC celebrated Eid ul-Fitr in recognition of our Muslim brothers. I had the privilege of joining this big event in
Indonesia, the largest Muslim country in the world. For one week, people travel to their villages and spend time with family. They
call this mudik. This is Southeast Asias biggest pilgrimage. There are millions and millions of motorcycles on the road on this
weeks event.

Mudik is an Indonesian term of the activity which migrants/migrant workers to return to their hometown. Mudik is identical with
an annual tradition that occurs ahead of major religious holidays such as before Lebaran end of fasting. At that point there is
an opportunity to gather with relatives scattered in the overseas, but of course also visiting their parents.

The government of Indonesia provides additional transportation to handle the massive surge of travelers for several days prior and
after the lebaran. There are around 30 million people who travel to their hometowns during lebaran holiday, who bring and spend
the total sum of money around 90 trillion rupiah (around US$ 9 billion) from main urban centers to rural areas, pulsing economic
opportunities and business from the city to the villages. The numbers of Indonesians that take mudik or pulang kampung travel is
quite tremendous, the numbers is slightly equal with the whole population of Malaysia hit the road altogether, causing massive
traffic jams and a sudden rise of demand and volume of intercity transportations. The impact is indeed tremendous as millions of
cars and motorcycles jam the roads and highways, causing kilometres of traffic jams each year.



I had the privilege this year to travel with them during this one week holiday. I started from our house in Bandung in West Java
and drove 3 days to the east resort island of Bali. It is a 2,800 kilometers drive and during this time, I understood the culture of
Indonesian Muslims. One of the most important lessons I learned is the giving of money to relatives and other people. In several
city streets, there were so many people who at this time become instant money changers. Large bundles of brand new money
from the small denominations to the largest are for sale. This new money will be given to whoever visits their house. I noticed in
some provinces that I passed many people are lining beside the road with a broom made from small shrubs which they used to
sweep or pick the money that was thrown by passersby.

While I was driving in a six lane highway in Jogjakarta, Central Java, suddenly just 5 meters in front of my car, a motorcycle with a
back rider was running at 70 kms per hours and suddenly lost its balance and crashed to the ground. Two of the passengers were
tumbling and rolling over at that high speed.

This was the third time when a motorcycle crashed in front of me. Fortunately, I was able to find a small space to evade them. I
passed them without hitting the two men who were on the road in front of my car. This was the third time to encounter a
motorcycle which suddenly crash in front of me. One was in the overview in Bukidnon, Philippines and the other one in Bangkok,
Thailand. In each of these occasions it raised my adrenalin and also caused fear in my wife that I may hit the motorcycle with its
passengers.

Indonesia is a Muslim country but our work here is going very strong. In fact, the richest mission and the riches union in the whole
of SSD is in Indonesia. Thanks to the culture of Indonesians who are happy to share their blessings to other people.

Please continue to pray for our work in Indonesia, currently we have more than 70 organizations under my area from our
mission/conference, hospitals, schools, publishing house, colleges and university.

Romy Halasan Sr.


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August 11-16 Midterm Examination MVC Campus
Language Week MVC Campus
September 5-7 International Pathfinder Camporee Oshkosh, WI

December 19-21 Southwestern Union Filipino Convocation Athens, TX

Prayer Requests

Let us pray:

* for the families of Esther Escara Claveria who recently passed away.

* for Dr. Lolita Cabaluna-Largosa and other medical missionaries in Liberia at the SDA Cooper Hospital as they deal with the
deadly Ebola Epidemic. May they all stay healthy and safe from this disease that has contaminated numerous individuals.

*for the health and safety of all our missionaries and their families all over the globe.

*for the work of the Sulads and the ministry of the Gospel Outreach.

*for our leaders of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church

* for the leaders, faculty, staff, and alumni of MVC as they Shine On Till Jesus Comes.

* for all the different alumni groups that are in the Philippines and other countries rendering medical services and evangelistic
efforts and all other projects they do for The Master.

* for our alumni and friends who are in dangerous places or war-zone areas of the Philippines and the Middle East.

* for the worldwide Pathfinders Camporee in Oshkosh, Wisconsin.

* For Christians who are persecuted for their religious beliefs.

* For each other as we spread kindness to those around us.

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This girl turned around during a race to help a girl who had fallen down. That girl was her opponent.


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Thank you to the following who contributed to this weeks Cyberflashes. Vincent Baragana, Raquel Niedo-Frigillano, Romulo
Halasan, Jr., Romy Halasan, Sr., Harry Lapojapo, Willy Sumagaysay, Brenda Ellacer-Sampayan, Elma Legazo-Steuer and Daryl
Atiteo-Tanamal. Thanks Hava.

Special thanks to Ellen Porteza-Vallenciano for inviting contributors to share their Thoughts on Kindness.
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