Editor’s Thoughts: ………………………………… “Reunions” ………………….……………………. Lily Escara Lare

Featured Items: 1. Eons ‘80 2. Zoarkes ‘91 3. West Visayan Academy – Classes ’82, ‘89’ and ‘93 4. Matutum View Academy – Classes ’82 and ‘83

SULADS Corner …………………….….. “Miracles and Wonders” “Graduation Day”

Patch of Weeds: ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Jessie Colegado

LIFE of a Missionary: ..….…….Evangelistic Crusade in Solo, Central Java …….…..Romulo M. Halasan

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

Editor’s Thoughts: by Lily Escara-Lare

Last April 2013, we had our first high school reunion after 33 years. Some of us had met several times in the within those years but for most of us, it was the first time we would meet our former classmates again. How will our friends and batch mates look like after all the years, we wondered? Will I recognize them when I meet them? Will we have something in common to talk about? These and many other questions swirled in my head as I planned our daily activities for our 3-day stay in Boracay, a popular resort. First we met in our Alma Mater where we stayed for a night and had a tour of the campus and our hangouts. Then we headed for our main venue. My worry about what we would talk about was unfounded. We had a difficult time going to sleep because we just had so many things to talk about. So many events and experiences had transpired and accumulated in those 33 years that three days just were not enough to talk about them as we tried to catch up on each classmate and friend. We laughed about our gray hairs, hair loss for some, failing memories, and creaking joints. We were on the same boat and everyone understood how each person felt. But when it was time for photo shoots, parlor games and meals, everyone seemed to be young again. The “young once” posed and played like young ones. But no matter how much fun the reunion was, it had to end somehow, and our laughter turned to tears. But we promised each other that we would meet again. This week, West Visayan Academy, my high school alma mater, is celebrating its Centennial Homecoming. I wish I could be there, but the updates and messages I received from friends and schoolmates made me feel I was there in person. This Reunion Fever which I am sure you also may have had at one time or another, with the thrills of meeting friends and schoolmates and trying to recall who they might be, the explosion of memorable events you had together, this is what this week’s issue is all about. Sit, relax, and relive the moments of your own reunions while you go through the following stories and experiences of our fellow alumni.

EONS’80

by Virgilin Suan Masibay

y classmates from MVC School of Nursing and I (EONS’80) enjoyed a week-long reunion in 2012. We went on a Caribbean cruise and visited the countries of St. Thomas, St. Maarten and the Bahamas. We enjoyed island-hopping, water-related

activities, sightseeing, food tasting, shopping and best of all, we enjoyed spending time with each other. It was so much fun; so stress free! Our next class reunion will be held in October 2016 at Davao so that the EONS who are living in the Philippines can join us. The contact person for the coming event is Helen Sisona at Davao Adventist Medical Center. I can hardly wait! I am looking forward to seeing the rest of our EONS’80 family!

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ZOARKES’91

by Joy Caballero-Gadia

Because Zoarkes’91 family is scattered all over the world, we make an effort to meet up every few years. In 2010 those who live in the United Kingdom came to California. We enjoyed San Francisco, Los Angeles, Loma Linda, The Grand Canyon and Las Vegas. In 2013, our gathering was bigger as folks from the other States came to join us. In 2015, during the GC Session at San Antonio, Texas we had another reunion. This year MVC-SN’s Zoarkes’91 is celebrating our Silver Anniversary (25 years since graduation). Our class reunion will take place on August 7-10 (Sunday to Wednesday) at Albion, Northern California. Our itinerary includes kayaking, socials, a trip to the beach, a botanical garden, a lighthouse and San Francisco. As usual, we will have lots of good food and lots of laughter and talking. Our classmates who live in Australia, Canada, the United Kingdom, other parts of Europe and the different part of the US will be joining us. Our next class reunion will be held at the MVC campus in 2019 during the Mountain View College School of Nursing 50th Anniversary (Golden Jubilee). MVC-SN has already begun a countdown and we are all excited!

From West Visayan Academy WVA Class of ’68

MVC alumni from our Class’68 are Evelyn Marcial-Sabanal, Nilda Langga, Rhuel Bofetiado, Fred Tenerife, Asher Tagnawa. Elmer Tubillara, Orlando Deocades, and Howard Faigao. Not all were able to make it for the centennial celebration.

This is our pose with the school uniform which represents our time 48 years ago. This was a product of class effort, cooperation, and unity plus constant meetings and planning about what would make our reunion more enjoyable. No other class was able to come up with these ideas. At least, we made a little part of history for WVA. We are proud to say that last April 13, 2016, we were the stars of the show!

Submitted by Eben Debulgado

WVA Class of ’82

The Story behind the Banquet Table

As one, our class decided to wear our T-shirt uniform for the banquet rather than the formal attire as announced. We attended the evening worship first before going to the banquet area which was the school grounds. When we arrived, there was no available table for us. Instead of grumbling and making a scene, we took the tables from our booth and placed them near the buffet table to make sure that even though we were late, we would not be hungry. One of our classmates ran to the dorm and grabbed several white linens from our beds and covered our tables in a jiffy. Our banquet table looked authentic despite its humble secret. We had a more memorable night than most of the classes, I am sure. We had three MVC alumni in our class who were present, namely: Fernando Rosendo, Edwin Gonzaga, and Remwil Tornalejo. I am so happy I had a chance to meet them again.

Submitted by Verlie Mae Sarabia-Snyder

WVA Class of ’89

With MVC alumni: Pastor Levi and Mrs. Esther Famisaran-Estores,

former WVA faculty, from Vancouver, Canada.

With Sir Tito Magluyan, an MVC alumnus and former WVA Math teacher, from Oklahoma, USA.

With Mrs. Lucile Bernardino-Tanalas, former WVA English teacher and Registrar, now Health and Home Associate Editor.

Class of ’89 with Mr Ginetho “Ontoie” & Mrs. Lenie Lou Gumapac-Suniega, WVA’s former Treasurer.

WVA Class of ‘93

West Visayan Academy – Class of 1993 joined in the celebration of their Alma Mater’s week-long Centennial Celebration. Each day are started with morning devotional and “charobics” and ended with evening worship. There was a motorcade, balloon release, social night, evening of choral presentations, sports, 2 days of medical missions for both alumni and the community and talents night. It is humbling to see people from all over the world gathering to honor this little school, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, that has helped us become great teachers, nurses, doctors, engineers, media personnel, pastors, sailors, overseas-workers, and great parents.

A little kubo (nipa hut) was built under shady trees in the school grounds by our class to serve as our headquarters. Reminiscing in it about our high school days has always been the most fun part of our daily activities. Like learning who tried to hide the school’s kitchen bell, who had a secret crush on who, and what unmentionable escapades our more daring friends did. Classmates from abroad who couldn’t come sent funny and heart-warming messages by text, video, and social media. Others sent their spouses and children in their stead. Of course, for sustenance, we had a donation of fish, chicken, and a sack of rice to last a week and other classmates brought food as they came.

We also took time to get away for just an afternoon which started with lunch in one of Iloilo’s old time favorite, “Tatoy’s Manokan and Seafood”. Then we went on to take a stroll through The Esplanade, Iloilo’s beautifully landscaped riverwalk. After sundown we went back to WVA and joined a banquet prepared under the stars

with music and great company to complete our perfect day. With bonds strengthened, bellies full, faces happy, the class decided to meet again on our 25th year after high school in 2018. During this reunion we are hoping to celebrate the completion of our project, the student government center, a dynamic structure designed to boost the learning and leadership skills of our future generation.

Products of WVA who also became products of MVC are; Lovelyn Ciudad-Moreno and Beban Quiijada, now Registered nurses working in California, Rosceny Jane Reyno-Tanajura and Karen Avaricio are also registered nurses in The United Kingdom, and Remwil Tornalejo now an Electrical Engineer and a teacher in Western Institute Technology of Iloilo.

Let us continue to pray for the success of our schools and its graduates so we can have more celebrations like this in the near future. Long live class 1993! Long live Mountain View College! Long live West Visayan Academy, the school that upholds Christian ideals!

Submitted by Bernard Moreno, husband of MVC alumna Lovelyn Ciudad-Moreno.

Last, but definitely not the least, my class… WVA Class of ’79

Last April 9 – 14, 2016, after three decades and three years, our class came together and did things we’ve never done before. We went to Boracay not only to swim, shop, and eat but we also posed, played parlor games, and did a fashion show.

Well, who says “oldies can’t have fun”? So despite the absence of MVC alumnus, Chylbert Rosendo – our Class President, and other members including me, my class with MVC alumnus Lebni “Borge” Bernardino, Jr. and our very loyal Graduating Class ’79 sponsor, Mrs. Eden Aguilar (wife of MVC alumnus, Pr. Charles Aguilar, Sr.) still had a wonderful time during the ongoing centennial celebration which will culminate tomorrow.

Submitted by Lily Lare

From Matutum View Academy

MVA Class of ’82

During our Grand Alumni Homecoming last March 24 – 26, 2016, we found out that our class is on our golden anniversary already. Our physical aspects may have changed, we may have grown old but out camaraderie has not. We have lots memorable events that will last a lifetime.

Mercy Ronquillo-Morales and I are the only MVC alumni who are in this photo. The other MVCians who have not attended are Noime Gragasin-Tobias - BSN '86, Arlyn Cerezo-Lubay - BEEd '87, Emelyn Joy Allosa-Maglana - BSE Eng '87, Charlie Nermal - GM ‘84, Juby Arante-Amaza-BSSA, Mercy Zaulda-Morente - BSBA, and Levi Baybay - AB Theo '90.

Submitteed by Gabriel “Bill” Claveria, BSE Math & Eng’90.

MVA Class of ’83

This photo features MVA Class of ’83. This was taken while we were having our Sabbath lunch. Because of the very busy schedule of other classmates, only a handful of us met but the laughter and the revelation of crushes made our short togetherness memorable. The only MVCians in our class are Fylesther “Bong” Garcia (the handsome man in polo shirt) and me. I have no regrets in going home for our Grand Alumni Homecoming last March 24-26, 2016. Submitted by Eleanor “Tata” Derequito-Ondap.

SULADS’ CORNER: “Miracles and Wonders”

by Genevieve A. Cayao. Kalangangan, San Fernando, Bukidnon

ctober 13, 2015 a couple from one village brought their paralytic son and begged me to touch and help him. I didn’t realize how serious the situation was so I was quite relaxed when I went to the Datu’s (Chief’s) house where they were waiting for me. O

I was surprised to see the teenage son crying due to the severe pain from his feet up to his hips. It was extremely difficult for him to sit down or lie down. He could not move without help. I felt compassion and didn’t know what to do. I started by asking them, “Who among you here believe that we have only one God that’s all-powerful. If anyone of you don’t believe in God, please leave us now so that we can experience the miracle of God. We need to be united to see Him work with mercy and grace.” The mother said, “Yes, Teacher. I believe in the God in Heaven.” I asked the teenager if he believed and he cried out and said, “Yes Ma’am!” I gently massaged him with oil. I sang a song about desperately needing the Holy Spirit and I prayed that God would do wonders. It took more than three hours for me to massage him thoroughly. Then I told them to bring him back the next day for more massage. The next day, I waited the entire day for them but they didn’t show up. The following day, I saw the young patient walking towards me. I was so surprised to see him jump up and down with joy. He said, “Even if the horse had kicked me – there is nothing that can make me sit down. I feel so good.” Every now and then, I pass through his village and see him walking about. I remember God’s miracle of healing. You won’t experience miracles and wonders unless you have faith.

“Graduation Day”

Graduation Day

By Crisofel M. Abayan

SULADS Supervisor, Agusan Sur Areaur area

We are very happy because of the many blessings God has given us especially for the success of the

school year 2015-2016 in Malinawon and Sagabalan mission schools. This school year we had two

pupils who graduated in the elementary level from Malinawon Mission School and four pupils from

Sagabalan Mission School. By God’s grace they were able to pass all the requirements of the

elementary level thru the help of the Department of Education Teachers with the cooperation of the

SULADS.

Chairman Melo Nanolan is the father of Kemie, who just graduated in elementary level. He was given

the privilege to give a speech during the closing program in Malinawon. His speech was short but very

awesome. He expressed his gratitude to the SULADS and the visitors who came to witness the

program. For him it was also a visit to Malinawon. According to him, words were not enough to express

how happy he and his wife were for this event. He could not imagine what would it be like if God had

not sent SULADS to give the educational program that the DepEd could not afford to give because of

their location. He was teary eyed during his speech. The listeners, the pupils, parents and even the

visitors cried. He also encouraged his fellow parents to strive hard so that the children in Malinawon

will be educated.

He added, ”I cannot wait to see my eldest, Kemie, graduate from high school and later from College.

Now that he just graduated from elementary, I cannot tell you how thankful and happy I am. I will be

happier when she will graduate from college. I could not sleep all night while waiting to see him walking

in the middle of the very big gym or function hall, so I am asking all of you to please cooperate with the

SULADS. They are the reason why our children now are happy and enjoying the benefits that the

SULADS are giving us for free. Please continue to support your children especially in education,

because we need this, we need free education and most of all the value or character that our children

learn from the lessons taught by the SULADS.”

Chairman Melo is a backslider, but he really believes in God. His wife and his two children are faithfully

serving God and observing the Sabbath. He never stopped believing God, but since he was one of the

tribal leaders, he could not faithfully follow what the Seventh-day Adventist doctrines teach. One time,

he told me, “Ma’am, I cannot ignore the task of being the chairman, but you know that I also pray that

God will continue to watch over me. I am striving for the sake of my family because I am illiterate. I can

only read simple words, but not enough to look for a greater job. Because I have this position, I need

to work hard not only for my family but for the sake of the people here. During the Sabbath day, I always

try not to work. I just stay inside our house. That’s why you cannot see me around”.

I cannot blame him, because of their situation and the educational level that he has. All I know is that,

God knows everything more than I. I know God will take care of him, because of his great support in

SULADS program, his people, and the character that he has. Perhaps in God’s time he will serve God

with all his heart and soul.

We are so thankful for the success of the different activities for the whole school year 2015-2016. We

especially thank our Lord Jesus Christ who helps us in many ways and never leave us during hard

times and trials....

TO GOD BE THE GLORY.

© SULADS International, Inc.

If you would like to support this mission program dedicated to taking the Gospel to the people of Mindanao, please write a check to Gospel Outreach. Mark it for the SULADS and send it to: Gospel Outreach P.O. Box 8 College Place, WA 99324 You may also donate to the SULADS using your credit card by logging on to Gospel Outreach's donation site (http://www.goaim.org/) and follow the directions. Again, mark it for SULADS. If you would prefer, you may write your check to the General Conference of SDA and mark the donation for SULADS and send it to: General Conference of SDA Donations 12501 Old Columbia Pike Silver Spring, MD 20904 Thank you for your support of this very important project.

“Helen Brown”

rank hadn't been to a class reunion in decades. When he walked into this latest one, he

thought he recognized a woman over in the corner, so he approached her and extended his

hand in greeting, saying, "You look like Helen Brown."

"Well," the woman snapped back, "you don't look so great in blue, either!"

(From Pastor Tim)

“Special Karen” by Corrina Jayne Hyde

imply Karen and I grew up in a little country community.

Most of my classmates and I went to school together from the time we were in

Kindergarten. Like all seniors in high school, before and after us, we all promised to keep

in touch. We did for a while, and then real life got in the way. We all at some point moved

off and moved on.

Everyone but Karen. Karen was our "special" classmate.

Yes, the term used today implies that she was slow, simple and unable to keep up with us. But

when we said special we meant just that -- she was special! She didn't have a mean bone in her

body and she was completely devoted to us. That earned her our respect, love and protection.

After graduation, Karen remained at home with her parents. Her mom died, and she helped her

dad with their produce business. Through all of her comings and goings in the town we all outgrew,

she would see our families and ask about us. Sometimes she talked to family members that we

weren't even talking to ourselves. It didn't matter to her that they seemed hesitant to confide, or

be overly negative -- she wanted to know, so she asked.

Because of her curiosity, she had a wealth of information, useful and not so useful, about the

class of 1979.

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The few times I talked to her over the years, she would fill me in on everyone, and then pump

me for the little details that made my life uniquely mine. Karen found out I was back "home" and

started to call. Most of the time I wouldn't talk to her, because I wasn't talking to anyone.

But sometimes, for reasons unknown to me, I would answer the phone and just listen to her. She

talked about the most mundane things. Where she had eaten, a yard sale she went to, what she

bought. She didn't care that I had nothing to say -- my occasional breathing on the other end was

enough for her. She would catch me up on everyone and ask me questions I couldn't

answer. Then she would just say goodbye, while assuring me she would call again.

In my darkness her light started penetrating. I started to look forward to her calls. I started to

participate in them. I came out of my room and stepped back into life.

Then I got too busy to talk to her. Months went by. I heard from people in the community that

she was sick. They said she had cancer. Guilt ridden, I called her and finally made the time to

speak with her.

We talked for some time. She was so happy that I had actually reconnected with her. She never

mentioned being sick. We made plans to go out for pizza the next Monday night. She wanted to

invite another classmate of ours that she kept in touch with, Sally. At the end of that call she said,

"I love you, Cory." My mind registered a goodbye.

I picked Karen up and was unprepared for what I saw. She was skeletal. I knew then it was

serious. After dinner that night, Sally and I talked and we both felt an urgency. We wanted to get

all of the classmates that we could find locally together and have a class reunion. Neither of us

felt that Karen would make it until 2009.

What happened next was short of amazing.

People we had not seen or talked to for almost 28 years were found with ease. We had phone

numbers, addresses, everything we needed. We set it for two weeks away and I started making

all the arrangements. No one was more excited than Karen. The "reunion" was at her funeral a

few days later -- just 5 days away from the one we had planned.

This past May, the class of 1979 met once again for our 30th class reunion. In the year and a half

since her death, something amazing had taken place. The contact we made with each other to

rally for her, continued after she died. We made a connection, we kept in touch.

Our class reunion felt more like a family reunion. And there is nothing simple about that!

“20th Class Reunion”

my's sister, Holly, was lamenting on getting old as she faces her 20th class reunion. Her

5-year old, Rosie, didn't help when she asked her mom, "What did you use before

toothbrushes were invented?"

(From Aunt Amy of Butler, Pennsylvania via Kidwarmers)

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“The Perfect Dress”

was in a department store dressing room when I overheard a woman in the next booth make

disparaging remarks about the clothes she was trying on. Finally, an attendant knocked on her

door and asked if there was a specific color or style she could get for her.

"I need a dress for my class reunion," the woman answered. "I don't care what color or style, as

long as it makes me look twenty pounds lighter and ten years younger."

From another dressing room I heard a woman call out, "Make that two."

(From Clean Laughs)

“Altar Request”

y husband is a minister who generally conducts an expanded altar call at the end of each

sermon. He invites those who wish to accept Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and

Savior to come forward, as well as those in need of prayers or anyone who has other

special requests, to come forward.

To the surprise and delight of the congregation our three-year-old daughter, without saying a

word to me, got up and made her way forward. She waited patiently while the others in line

ahead of her made their special prayer requests. When her turn came, my husband leaned

down to ask what she needed.

She whispered, "Can we go to the restaurant after church today?"

(From Da Mouse Tracks)

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“Remember … You Are Loved” from www.bobperks.com

hey would get together for coffee a few times a week. Two old friends who lost contact with each other for years until one day their paths crossed. It was like attending a family reunion for the first time. They had other things to do that day, but this moment was much

too important to pass up. So, they sat for almost four hours over coffee and memories. They continued meeting and reminiscing regularly. "He's like a brother from another mother," they would say in unison if asked about their friendship. Times changed and they often spoke about "the way it used to be." You know, "The good old days." The good old days are different for each of us. What one might remember fondly another wants to forget. Remembering how things used to be changes through the years. We develop "selective memory." A study back in 2011 stated "Selective memory really exists and we can train our mind to forget moments completely. The study found that repressing these memories for long enough can lead to us erasing them completely." (Lund University, Sweden) I know this first hand, because my son remembers things differently than I do. I am often stunned by the things he remembers and I cannot recall. So it was for these two friends. There were issues between them that just never were resolved. Often such things are referred to as "The Elephant in the room." Elephant? What elephant? Pretend it's not there. The fact was that one ended up marrying the other's girlfriend. It was the reason for having not seen each other for decades. These past years buried that fact six feet under as both of them were now widowers. There was no need to talk about it. That is until one day when they seemed to breach the subject just before leaving. "I want to talk to about something we haven't talked about yet." "Can it wait until next time?" "Sure. I'll see you on Saturday." They always hugged goodbye. But today they did not. Both went on about their day nervously thinking about what and how they would talk about the obvious. Early Saturday morning one friend noticed a text message on his phone. It had been sent the night before. It simply said, "Remember...You are Loved." He smiled and replied, "You are loved, too."

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He headed for his car and the local restaurant where they always met. As he walked in, he noticed a younger woman sitting in their regular booth. He approached the waitress and jokingly asked why she let someone else sit there. "He's going to be upset," he said. "I think you better join her," she said in a whisper. Confused and concerned he walked up to the table and said hello. "I'm Janet, my father told me you'd be here." He slowly sank into the chair as his eyes scanned what appeared to be a very familiar face. With a deep sigh he said, "You look just like your mother." And so the conversation began. They talked about the stuff of life they set aside because friendship in old age was much more important than lost love. "He asked me to send the text to you just before he passed. It was what he wanted to talk to you about today," she said. "He loved you. Guys don't talk about stuff like that, but my father loved you and regretted all the years wasted between two good friends." He held the phone in his hand and showed her the message. "I'm not too good with these things. Could you set his words as a daily reminder for me? I don't ever want to forget." So everyday for the rest of his life at 9:00AM he receives this message: "Remember...You are loved." I have set my own phone to remind myself every day. Some days I desperately need to be reminded. Some days I need to remind others. So, my friend...

"Remember...You are Loved."

"I believe in YOU!"

“Making the Grade”

t the end of the college season, a star football player celebrated the relaxation of team

curfew by attending a late-night campus party. Soon after arriving, he became

captivated by a beautiful young gal and eased into a conversation with her by asking if

she met many dates at parties.

"Oh, I have a 3.9, so I'm much more attracted to the strong academic types than to dumb party

animals," she said. "What's your G.P.A.?"

Grinning from ear to ear, the jock boasted, "I get about 27 in the city and 38 on the highway."

(From Vali_T via Docs Daily Chuckle)

Evangelistic Crusade in Solo, Central Java

This year, our team held two Evangelistic Crusades in support of the General Conference initiative which is total

church involvement in Evangelism.

Last year, my team had a crusade in Borneo Island particularly Kalimantan and the second one was in Nusa

Tengara. This year, we decided that one crusade will be in the heart of Indonesia particularly Solo and the second

one is in North Sumatra in October.

Surakarta, often called Solo and less commonly Sala, is a city in Central Java with a population density of 10,853

people/km2. The city is the seat of Surakarta Sunanate keraton (palace/court). Together with Yogyakarta,

Surakarta is the heir of the Mataram Kingdom that was split into two kingdoms in 1755. The two built-up area

are actually agglomerating each other building a metropolis of more than 7,660,000 inhabitants.

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Surakarta is the birthplace of the current President of Indonesia, Joko Widodo. He served as Mayor of Surakarta

from 2005 to 2012. I had the privilege of meeting the President of Indonesia last year here in Central Java

courtesy of a SDA pastor assigned in Borobudur area.

Surakarta or Solo, lies in a fertile plain along the longest river in Java, Bengawan or River Solo. Flanked by

volcanoes Merapi, said to be one of the most active volcanoes in the world, and Merbabu to the north, and

Mount Lawu to the southeast border, it is famous as a stronghold and center of Javanese culture and tradition.

Descendants of the two existing royal houses are still considered leaders of Javanese culture and traditions.

Lavish ceremonies and royal festivals are still held with great affectation nowadays. Surakarta (550,000

inhabitants) draws its name from the longest river of Java, which passes in this city.

The crusade was well organized with all the mission personnel supporting it including all officers. There were 6

SDA churches involved in the preparation and ground work and 5 pastors making sure that everything is in order.

One highlight of the crusade this week is an SDA businessman involve in manufacturing plastics. He was able to

organize 23 small groups and many are currently receiving Bible studies.

Yesterday, during our visitation, one lady whose 8 sons are Muslims, decided to be baptized after several years

of visiting our church. Her only concern is how to give a tithe to a land she sold several years ago worth 2 billion

Rupiah (USD 150,000) since she has no more money to pay for the tithes today.

There were several people who came from places far and near Solo just to attend the nightly meetings.

Please pray for the Holy Spirit to impress the minds of those receiving Bible studies and for the overall success

of this crusade this week. Let us remember that in September 2011, a Christian church was bombed by a Muslim

extremist as the worshipers were coming out from the church. Two died including the suicide bomber and many

were wounded. Solo is said to be the center and the birthplace of the extremists in Indonesia who have

connections to the Philippine Muslim extremists.

Last year, our union-wide Pathfinder camporee did not materialize because the Muslims protested it. Here in

Solo, we have a Seventh-day Adventist offshoot called Seventh-day Adventist Metro who used to build a church

beside or near to our SDA church.

More news next week.

Romy Halasan,

Solo, Central Java

Eating Indonesian food at the side of the street.

Relaxing at Hotel Solo.

With the leaders of the Evangelistic Crusade.

Lucy Halasan giving the Family Life lecture.

Lucy and her interpreter.

Mt Merapi

Solo lies behind Mt. Merapi and Mt. Merbabu

One of the singing groups.

Enjoying the majestic view of the two volcanoes.

The audience listening intently.

The summit of Mt. Merapi, a very active volcano.

Miscellaneous pictures

A double decker bus in Solo.

PRAYER REQUESTS

2:23pm Apr 15

Let us pray for the bereaved family of Napoleon Cabatic who passed away this week. He is

the older brother of Ronald & Linda Cabatic. He studied in MVC during its early years.

From Lyn Tabingo

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

I wish to thank the following individuals who contributed to this issue: Genevieve Cayao,

Crisofel Abayon, Verlie Mae Sarabia-Snyder, Bernard Moreno, Bill Claveria, Eleanor

Derequito-Ondap, Bing Ambaan, Joy Caballero-Gadia, Lyn Porteza-Tabingo, and our regular

contributors—Romy Halasan and Jessie Colegado.

MEET THE EDITORS

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CLOSING REMARKS

The hardest thing about graduation is saying good-bye to classmates and friends. Tears are inevitable, yet there is always the promise of meeting again. I think this is the reason why school or class reunions have been put in place. It is a time when friendships are renewed, and meeting old friends and schoolmates brings so much joy. But no matter how grand and happy the reunions may be, parting again will always be its final number. In this world where sin still reigns, saying good-bye to our family and friends who have left us temporarily is also very difficult. But thank God, we have the promise of meeting them again on The Grand Reunion Day when we will never part again.

Happy Sabbath!