Once upon a time, in the far away land of area two, a few meters away from the soccer field, one block away from Lutong Bahay Canteen, inside an old (but joy-full) boarding house, were three missionary-wanna-bees, dreaming of their future ministries and adventures.
“Ate Bear, I know you’ll be a pastor someday. Last night, I saw in a vision that you’re in front of an altar laying hands on the youth.”
I smiled. Imagining the vision of Blessed Bear.
“…and I saw a man at the back of the sanctuary, praying for you as you do your ministry.” She giggled.
“Hmm. Okay, the first part of the vision was great, but are you sure the second part was not a product of your creative imagination?”
” Haha. Well, the future will tell us, if it’s a product of my imagination or part of God’s perfect will.”
“I agree. 
Isn’t that exciting? Sharing the ministry with your life partner? God’s gifts always come in showcase…alot of but-wait-there’s-more-additionals. hehe”
” So Bless, have you accepted the fact that Mission and Evangelism are not two different things but are connected to each other?”
“Yes Ate Bear. Never thought that I have to love the lost and sharing the gospel before God will launch me to Missions. So I really should start breaking my walls to reach out. You think I can share the gospel? I have a bad reputation in high school.”
“Of course, God will work out our character to prepare us for our call. so prepare for the coming days of scrubbing and hammering.”
“I’m sure, God will work out your testimony, in a way that His glory will be displayed. “
“What about you Charming Bear?”
“I want to go Missions. I want to evangelize. But I first, I have to reach my Jerusalem.”
Charming Bear started sobbing. She remembered the last phone call of her mom. Her mom doesn’t agree with her new “religion”. She was not allowed to join a church. She was persecuted.
“Let’s start claiming your Jerusalem in prayer. “
The conversation wasn’t really that serious. There were a lot of giggles and laughters in between. Their eyes were those of eagles, for their dreams were soaring high above the skies and flying with the great winds of the north.
“I wish we’ll go to missions together. In a communist country. We’ll smuggle bibles. We’ll start underground churches.”
“Then we’ll get caught.”
“Then jailed.”
“Then tortured.”
“Then would look at each other, and laugh (secretly) in between the beatings.”
(”And We’ll give each other that “i-told-you-so-look” then we’ll laugh again.”)
The three friends giggled. Imagining how they would try to keep their laughter when they see each other on the death chambers. As if, they were receiving their great reward.
“You think we can die for Jesus?”
Silence.
The three friends were silent for a few moments. As if something hit their hearts.
“Yes. Our lives, for the gospel, for His glory.”
Then the three knelt and prayed.
(To be continued…)
Weee! First time to receive a post card! And it’s from charmpot and from London!!Yey! My lab mate handed it to me during lunch break. 
