Today, I looked at the admissions requirements for attending Fuller Theological Seminary's School of Theology (just for fun, I am still wildly unsure of my future!). My father went here and during that time wrote a book: The Effects of Colonial Mentality on the Religious Consciousness of Filipinos. Here's an excerpt from the "Ackowledgments" section:
My journey towards achieving the goal of a Ph.D. degree has been one of constant struggle characterized by recurrent episodes of illness of varying kinds and severity, instances of intense trials and tribulations, periods of despair and deep anxieties, and the daily pressures of pastoral ministry and family responsibilities. Through it all, God’s truly amazing grace was more than sufficient for all my needs. Especially during those times of severe testing where, at day’s end, giving up seemed to be the only option left, the Lord’s faithfulness was proven again and again, in that “morning by morning, new mercies” I did see. It is but fitting then that all gratitude and praise be given to him first.
I remember when he was writing this.
I remember those days when he couldn't sleep.
I remember when he couldn't walk for two weeks.
I remember when he would drive in the middle of the night to talk to his congregation member in need.
I remember when I spilled his coffee all over his floppy disk, which contained his only copy of this 320-page book, and he still gave me a goodnight kiss that night.
I remember when we prayed together each night.
My faith is my own, but I will never forget the man whose life made me believe. My eyes burn with pride and uneasiness when I reflect on the legacy that my daddy has left me to continue.
My feet are too small for this.
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