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Helping with the first ever musical done outside the Philippines was certainly a labor of love by the INC members who practiced for months and took time off from work to act, sing, and dance for an event that was run by a cast and crew who had never produced anything like this before nor was it a show that members in the west had ever seen before.
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At the time, there was no known cure for Hemolytic Anemia. Doctors suggested blood transfusions and moving to Seattle (from Hawaii) to live in the Ronald McDonald house to see a specialist. My parents felt helpless, they weren’t sure what to do, but they did the only thing they knew would help.
It would be our first time to see the then Executive Minister, Bro. Erano G. Manalo. I can still remember the feeling of excitement from waiting patiently in the lobby as the piano gracefully played, to standing in line and inching closer and closer to the huge room called “Bulwagan.”
When I showed my son the hymnlet from his first Thanksgiving he was touched thinking about how I remembered that special occasion for him.
His passing was definitely a time of our lives that was filled with heartache. I remember the black sash over his chair on the podium. I remember emailing and calling my family back in the US because I was so sad. I remember my friends and I would pray together for strength to get us through it all. Above all, I remember how our Almighty God never left the church’s side.
The officers of Oakland perform at the dedication of Colorado Springs.
“I will always remember the experience of attending Worship Service in Spanish and what it meant to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit in a unique part of the world.”
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We wanted anyone who walked through to not only learn about the history but in some way experience just how far the Church had reached around the world.
Our Resident Minister back then, Bro. Ruben Garcia emphasized that it’s our duty to take care of our young members before the world could influence them.
“The church that I had now been a member of for nearly 20 years was celebrating the 95th anniversary of its re-emergence in a country that was nearly 8,500 miles away.”