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Journal Entry #6 – A Father's Promise

Nobyembre 27, 2007

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At noontime here in Manila, we felt an intensity 3 earthquake. In relation to that earthquake, let me share this wonderful story..It’s a beautiful story that parallels our Lord’s commitment to us and a painful reminder of how we fall short of our commitment to Him. He is so, so good to us!



In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened Armenia, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes.

In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife securely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake.

After the traumatic initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: “No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!” And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of debris that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.

He began to concentrate on where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son’s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building, he rushed there and started digging through the rubble.

As he was digging, other forlorn parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: “My son!” “My daughter!” Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off of what was left of the school saying:

“It’s too late!”
“They’re dead!”
“You can’t help!”
“Go home!”
“Come on, face reality, there’s nothing you can do!”
“You’re just going to make things worse!”

To each parent he responded with one line: “Are you going to help me now?” And then he proceeded to dig for his son, stone by stone.

The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off of the school’s debris, saying, “Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You’re in danger. We’ll take care of it. Go home.” To which this loving, caring Armenian father asked, “Are you going to help me now?”

The police came and said, “You’re angry, distraught and it’s over. You’re endangering others. Go home. We’ll handle it!” To which he replied, “Are you going to help me now?” No one helped.

Courageously he proceeded alone because he needed to know for himself: “Is my boy alive or is he dead?”

He dug for eight hours . . . 12 hours . . . 24 hours … 36 hours . . . then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a boulder and heard his son’s voice. He screamed his son’s name, “ARMAND!” He heard back, “Dad!?! It’s me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told ’em that if you were alive, you’d save me and when you saved me, they’d be saved. You promised, ‘No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!’ You did it, Dad! . . . “

“What’s going on in there? How is it?” the father asked.

There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We’re scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you’re here. When the building collapsed, it made a wedge, like a triangle, and it saved us.”

“Come on out, boy!”

“No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, ’cause I know you’ll get me! No matter what, I know you’ll be there for me!”



“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
-Deuteronomy 31:5


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JE #6 – A Father' s Promise

Nobyembre 27, 2007

http://inspiringentries.blogspot.com

At noontime here in Manila, we felt an intensity 3 earthquake. In relation to that earthquake, let me share this wonderful story..It’s a beautiful story that parallels our Lord’s commitment to us and a painful reminder of how we fall short of our commitment to Him. He is so, so good to us!



In 1989 an 8.2 earthquake almost flattened Armenia, killing over 30,000 people in less than four minutes.

In the midst of utter devastation and chaos, a father left his wife securely at home and rushed to the school where his son was supposed to be, only to discover that the building was as flat as a pancake.

After the traumatic initial shock, he remembered the promise he had made to his son: “No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!” And tears began to fill his eyes. As he looked at the pile of debris that once was the school, it looked hopeless, but he kept remembering his commitment to his son.

He began to concentrate on where he walked his son to class at school each morning. Remembering his son’s classroom would be in the back right corner of the building, he rushed there and started digging through the rubble.

As he was digging, other forlorn parents arrived, clutching their hearts, saying: “My son!” “My daughter!” Other well meaning parents tried to pull him off of what was left of the school saying:

“It’s too late!”
“They’re dead!”
“You can’t help!”
“Go home!”
“Come on, face reality, there’s nothing you can do!”
“You’re just going to make things worse!”

To each parent he responded with one line: “Are you going to help me now?” And then he proceeded to dig for his son, stone by stone.

The fire chief showed up and tried to pull him off of the school’s debris, saying, “Fires are breaking out, explosions are happening everywhere. You’re in danger. We’ll take care of it. Go home.” To which this loving, caring Armenian father asked, “Are you going to help me now?”

The police came and said, “You’re angry, distraught and it’s over. You’re endangering others. Go home. We’ll handle it!” To which he replied, “Are you going to help me now?” No one helped.

Courageously he proceeded alone because he needed to know for himself: “Is my boy alive or is he dead?”

He dug for eight hours . . . 12 hours . . . 24 hours … 36 hours . . . then, in the 38th hour, he pulled back a boulder and heard his son’s voice. He screamed his son’s name, “ARMAND!” He heard back, “Dad!?! It’s me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told ’em that if you were alive, you’d save me and when you saved me, they’d be saved. You promised, ‘No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!’ You did it, Dad! . . . ”

“What’s going on in there? How is it?” the father asked.

There are 14 of us left out of 33, Dad. We’re scared, hungry, thirsty and thankful you’re here. When the building collapsed, it made a wedge, like a triangle, and it saved us.”

“Come on out, boy!”

“No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, ’cause I know you’ll get me! No matter what, I know you’ll be there for me!”



“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
-Deuteronomy 31:5

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JE #5 – The End of my Horror Episode

Nobyembre 26, 2007

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I killed a man. My hand was dirty with blood. Unfortunately, there were human witnesses. I beg that they remain silent…. but they would only respond with an evil grin. i made my move. i escaped with my bro.. we went to a solitary place to reflect on the tragic episode of my life.. a good friend let us stay at his hut but he advised that i wont escape the punishment. i have to surrender. the people in his area already knew the incident.after hearing his counsel, we decided to flee again.. on our way to another place, we had to pass a dangerous foot bridge.. my bro left me.. i suffered because of my sin..

There was spot in that bridge where i have to do a “challenge”. after surviving all the challenges, i saw that the bridge is not linked to anothe place.. I was worried. “After all my sufferrings..” I thought that was the payment for my sin. i cried. I shouted. I asked for forgiveness. I asked for a way out..

Suddenly, i found myself lifted on a different location – a place of peace and solitude..There, a man dressed in white welcomed me. I felt His great love as He embraced me.. Though i was sinful he let me feel that I was accepted, i was loved.. I was filled with great joy. Later, i was facing a PC that i never touched before. =) It was only a dream….

Great is God’s love! He keeps on loving me even though i fall several times. His arms is always ready to accept me every time I come back like the alibughang anak.. Have a great day!