Saturday, May 4, 2013

Our Confirmation

Our FULL Church
I know this is a little late in being posted, but I thought I should write about it anyway, as this was an important part of our lives.

On April 20th, in Camiguin Island, Meredith, Abram, and I received the Sacrament of Confirmation. We had been notified one month before that they  were going to have Confirmations in Fr. Joe's parish in Camiguin. We eagerly asked permission to join the Confirmation, and my mom started to prepare us with what books we had on the subject. At first, I felt a little rushed; like we wouldn't be fully ready to receive the Sacrament because of the little time we had had to prepare for it. But my mom reminded us that because we've lived this missionary life for the past 2 years, our everyday lives have been almost sufficient enough preparation for this new Sacrament, and she felt that we were really just as prepared as any others preparing for their Confirmation.

As missionaries, we have a personal prayer time everyday, and really talk with the Lord about our ups and downs, trials, hardships, what we are thankful for, and what we need to work on in our lives. We have seen miracles happen, sometimes when we had least expected them, but asked for them anyway. And finally, we know Who the Holy Spirit is, and that He really does work, in a tangible way, in our lives and in the lives of others.

For our additional preparation, we did study the Fruits and Gifts of the Holy Spirit, what our responsibilities as adult Catholics are, etc.. The three of us also made good Confessions before we started on our trip. And after all this, I felt completely prepared for our coming Confirmation.


We left on the 17th for CDO. Abram had earlier asked Sidney, our missionary friend, to be his Confirmation sponsor. Abram wanted Sid to come but we never told him that Sidney was actually coming. Abram was so surprised when he met Sid at the airport!

Saturday, we received the Sacrament of Confirmation. There were 1000, (No, I'm not kidding!) others being Confirmed and even more people were present, probably around 3000 or over, because of all the families and sponsors. As there were so many people, the Archbishop needed a lot of help administering the Sacrament. Four priests and a few lay ministers helped the Bishop, and it all went very smoothly. We three were lucky enough to be able to be Confirmed by Archbishop Ledesma.
I chose St. Maria Goretti for my Confirmation Saint
Abram chose St. John Bosco           .

Meredith chose Saint Therese of Lisieux


I am so thankful that we were able to receive the Sacrament! I'm also excited to see what new things the Holy Spirit will do in our lives and what new opportunities to serve Him He will put in our way.
~ Maddie

          
            The Celebration Afterwards

    
Together With the Archbishop

P.S. Sorry! I'm not very good with arranging the pics in the best way imaginable on here...


               




Saturday, December 15, 2012

So Many Blessings

It’s such a blessing to be back in the Philippines! We arrived here in October and stayed a couple of weeks in Malaybalay. Then, we were able to visit Camiguin Island and many of our friends there. It was awesome to be able to serve at the Mass again, to visit our favorite places, to see the friends we love so much, and to just be there. We had been away for almost a year. We are going back there after Christmas to visit for a few days and to celebrate the parish’s Christmas party with the community.
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Ferry Ride to Camiguin

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 From the Romeros
           










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Together Again
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Reunited With Fr. Joe
                   











When we got back to Malaybalay, we only had a week to get the new house ready for our family and the Eckstine family to live in together. We were so happy when they arrived!
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Morning Prayer
                                           
Mrs. Lora was going to help my mom with the birth of the baby. They arrived here in perfect timing! After two weeks, they moved into the house that the Romero’s had been staying in before they went back to the States. The day of their move, Mom went into labor. All of the Eckstine and Alvarez kids besides Abi (their oldest) and I stayed at their new house while Mom was in labor. Only Dad, Abi, Mrs. Lora, Mom, and I were left at our house.
My mom had been in labor for awhile. I was downstairs in the kitchen when Abi came down and said, “It should be soon!” and she started getting some things ready. Literally a minute later I heard Mom’s voice from upstairs, “It’s a girl!” I dropped everything and ran.
Mom had had the baby on the floor. She was sitting up, holding the baby in her arms and laughing.
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Mom and Josephine
I thought I’d never have another sister again!!! It has been over 12 years since our family has had a baby girl! At the beginning of Mom’s pregnancy, we all guessed that the baby was a girl. But towards the end, when she wasn’t born on the Feast of the Presentation of Mary like Mom wanted her to be, I thought it must be a boy and that he would be born on December 3 because we were going to name her Xavier if she was a boy and the 3rd is the feast of St. Francis Xavier. God had a surprise for us! Her name is Josephine Eva-Marie Alvarez. We prayed a long time for a baby girl and God answered our prayers! She is a big blessing and I was also blessed to be present for her birth.

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Community at Big Woods

I have been looking around at all the missionaries here at Big Woods lately, especially when we're in big groups and all gathered together, and I think how awesome it is that I get to live with these people.

The Gathering After the First Communions and Confirmations Last Sunday
That God has chosen us to live our everyday lives in community together, and He has called each of us to the same place, but in a different way. Some of them actually heard His voice, others felt called to full time missions after they went on a mission trip with FMC, and others have been called through the Come and See, but we've all been called to live here. And when we're sent out into missions, we still take someone from the community with us as our mission partner, most of the time.

The Missionaries From Our Intake
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  So, lately I've just been incredibly blessed by each person here at Big Woods, and I'm glad my family was called here, too.


Blessings! ~Maddie



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Prayers--None Too Small

Lately, I've been noticing how much more our family prays now compared to life before missions. Or maybe it's not that we pray any more or less, it's that now we have even more faith that God will answer our prayers. I've always known that God answers prayers, but I don't know how much I actually took enough time to think about how much I believed it. We prayed the rosary and went to Mass and if something came up, we would pray for the intention in family prayers. We still do those things. But since missions, we've also been praying for things when they come up instead of waiting for later.
Before missions, too, if I told my mom I was upset or missing something, she would tell me to pray about it. I would, but I didn't really have a very strong trust that God would answer my prayer. Lately, God has been answering our prayers. And sometimes they're things that you wouldn't expect God to be particularly concerned about. I mean, of course He cares about all our needs but when you pray for something small, you don't realize how little it is compared to other problems until He answers it and you think "Wait. Why did He care so much as to let the TV work?" The answer is because He loves us.

When our brothers are about to watch a movie and the DVD player doesn't work, we pray over it.

When I have one of my knitting needles but the other one has been lost for a week, I pray about it and find it right when I need it.

One time, I lost some of my writings that I didn't really need and could have lived without. But they were special to me because I had worked a long time writing them and didn't want to lose all my work. I looked all over in the house and checked places more than once. I finally went back to my room and couldn't understand where they could have gone. I had been praying while trying to find them but when I sat down in my room, I decided to really pray and trust that God would let me find what I was looking for. Two seconds after I had ended the Memorare, I sat on the floor and just for the sake of it, glanced under my bed. I sat staring at my papers that had fallen behind my bed and started laughing. I had already looked under my bed at least two times before then and hadn't seen a trace of them. But there they were. I don't know if the papers weren't there before, and God actually put them there, or if they were there the whole time and God didn't want me to see them until He saw how much I trusted Him first. Either way, it was a good way for me to experience that God cared enough for a little thing like that just cause I'm His child and He loves me.

Another time, we (Meredith; myself; a fellow missionary, Teresa; and two of our friends) were at a retreat and (I know, I was a little distracted) I was craving ice cream during Mass. Teresa had brought us to the retreat. So I prayed, "Lord, please let Teresa want to get us ice cream when we're driving back home." After I prayed it, I thought, "Well, what if God doesn't let us get ice cream?" But I put that thought away and said, "No. I KNOW God is going to let us have it."
By the end of the retreat, I had forgotten all about my earlier prayer. We were talking in the car on the way back to Big Woods, when Teresa suddenly says, "Hey, girls, do ya'll want ice cream?" And I started laughing and told her, "Oh my gosh, Teresa, I just prayed in Mass that you would get us some because I was really craving it!" And we all started laughing and she said, "Well, I'm glad God used me to answer your prayer!"


There's a saying that fits this subject:

Our God is a REAL God
Who does REAL things
For REAL people
In the REAL world.

In the Bible, it never says, "God answers your prayers, but only the ones that are really important. He doesn't waste His time doing things for absent minded people who forget where they put their car keys."
It says just the opposite:
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened." (Mt.7:7-8)
And:
"Your Father knows what you need before you ask him." (Mt. 6:8)
And:
"Look at the birds of the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they?...If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?...seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides."  (Mt. 6:26, 30, 33)
And:
"Is anyone among you sick? He should summon the presbyters of the church, and they should pray over him and annoint [him] with oil in the name of the Lord, and the prayer of faith will save the sick person and the Lord will raise him up...The fervent prayer of a righteous person is very powerful. Elijah was a human being like us; yet he prayed earnestly that it might not rain, and for three years and six months it did not rain upon the land. Then he prayed again, and the sky gave rain and the earth produced fruit." (James 5:14-15, 16-18)

And so many more verses (but I think I've made the point.(: )



I just want to challenge you, when you pray, to really trust and know that God WILL answer your prayer. Not like, "Please, Lord, Oh I HOPE that you will answer me!"
But like, "Please, Lord, I KNOW you will answer me because you love me and you said that whatever we ask, you will give it to us just because we do ask!"
I just finished reading the book Holy Daring about St. Therese. She had so much faith that God would answer her just because she was His child. I was challenged a lot by her faith and that's what made me start to try to pray with a great confidence that God would answer my prayers.  I'm not perfect at it yet, though. I'm still working on it and I still have a long way to go before I catch up to the  great faith of saints like St. Therese. But you have to start somewhere. :)

~Maddie


Monday, July 2, 2012

Catching Up

I'm SOOOO sorry that neither Meredith or I have written a blog in - how long has it been? - 9 MONTHS!!! I guess that we both didn't really feel like we had very much to write about, but we shouldn't have let it go this far! Maybe the pictures will make up for the lost time. :) Anyway, here's what's been happening:
I think most of you know all that happened with our tickets for the Philippines that didn't work out, so I'm gonna skip ahead to what's been happening while we've been here in General Cepeda. Otherwise, if I tell all that has happened since September, it will be way too long!
 Today marks the day...we've have been here in Mexico for 3 months! Here, we have celebrated: Holy Week, Easter, Mom's and Dad's birthdays, Mother's Day and Father's Day,

& the AWESOME Pentecost trip. We have been very blessed, and I hope we have blessed others in the past months and in this final week we have here. I say this final week because we will be leaving Mexico for Louisiana this week. We feel like God is calling us home and that we are finished with our mission here. Meredith and I are also going to be able to go to FMC's summer youth camp called Faith Camp while we are in the States, and we will be living at Big Woods for at least a few months after that. I'm so excited to go back and see all my friends in Abbeville, especially the Eckstine girls! Two of our friends from Kansas might even come and visit, so we are praying for that to happen, too!
After Mass on Easter Sunday

Our Family Having A Desert Day
About a week before the Pentecost group came, our family, our mission partner Luis, and three other Mexican missionary families all had a Desert Day together. For those of you who don't know what that is: Desert Day is a few hours, or however long you want, just being by yourself with no distractions while spending some time alone with God and your Bible outside in nature. At the end, when time is up, everyone gets back together and shares what he or she felt God was speaking to him.
Well, I went off in search of a place where I could sit and read my Bible. I thought I found a good enough spot where I could be by myself and in the shade. I looked up into the trees and on the ground because, well, I have to admit, I was a little cautious about snakes and other stuff like that. After I gave the area what I thought was a good look-over, I sat down under one of the trees. As soon as I sat down, something stuck into my thigh. I looked and it was a stick covered with thorns that I had sat on. Ugh, how could I not have seen that? In the process of trying to get the thorns out of my leg, I got my finger caught on one of them. At first I thought that I would have to walk all the way back to the van with my hand stuck to my thigh! :) But I broke the thorn off of the twig and went back to my mom who was near the van. She got it out and it hurt a lot less than I thought it would. On the other hand, the thorn in my finger was really stuck and hard to get out. It hurt more than the other half dozen ones that had been in my leg.
All this got me thinking. When I had found that place to sit earlier, I thought I was being really careful when I looked around for snakes. Instead, I wasn't careful enough. Because I was looking for something that I thought might hurt me really bad but that had less of a chance of hurting me (they're probably weren't any snakes around), I wasn't keeping a look out for the little things that had more of a chance of harming me. It made me think of sin, how we can think we're being careful by watching out for the big stuff, and then something smaller takes us by surprise. And then you try to get rid of the sin yourself, like how I tried to take out the thorns, but you only hurt yourself worse, comparing to the other thorn getting stuck in my finger. You can't do it by yourself. You need someone to help you like how my mom helped me by taking out the thorns. That someone you need to help you is Jesus. After Confession you realize that it wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be saying your sins to the priest. I thought it would take a lot of work pulling out the thorns from my leg, but it really didn't hurt at all and was really easy and quick. It takes more courage I think to do the smaller things like telling the person you wronged, "Sorry" than it takes to confess it to the priest (who is standing in for Jesus). Likewise, taking out just one thorn from my finger hurt worse than the others in my leg. Sometimes I feel like I should say sorry to my parents or siblings or whoever I need to say it to after we've been upset with each other, but I'm ashamed to admit that I wronged them. So I just let the day go by and I'm sorry in my heart, and I try to show that person that I'm sorry, but it would be even better if I said it and showed them that I really mean it. It's the same for when a person tells me they're sorry, but I don't feel like saying "I forgive you" even though I do. That's something I should work on, I guess.


The Pentecost Trip that came down for about 5 days was AMAZING.  That was the most memorable part of our time here; for me, it was at least. It was so good to talk to people my age who speak English! And everyone was so hardworking and willing to help on whatever project they were assigned to. We got a lot done! We helped one of our regular homevisits to get a wheelchair, helped build Tonio's roof, painted several houses, and more!. It was a really blessed time.

Yes, the Mexican people have strange preferences for their house colors :)
On the last night that the group was here, we all had to share about three things:
#1). What blessed me the most
#2). What I'm taking home from this experience
#3). What I'm leaving behind.

1). What blessed me the most from those 5 days was the community. I missed having prayer and praise and worship with others. I also missed my friends a lot when we were here because we couldn't make friends very well with the Mexicans since they only spoke Spanish and we kids have very limited Spanish. So seeing my friends blessed me a lot, too.

Having Fun at the Huge Slides 

2.) What I took from the experience was the realization of the need for a better missionary heart. I'll explain. When we were living in the Philippines, we didn't have a lot of the things that we do have here in Mexico. Things like internet in our house and hot water for showers are among the things that we have here but didn't have there. I think it's harder to give up what you have when you have it than it is to give it up when you don't have it. Like this. If I wanted to take a hot or even warm shower in our house in the Philippines, I knew I couldn't have one. It just wasn't possible. So it was no use wishing I had warm water when I didn't. But because we have hot water here, I can use it, so I do. If I gave up the things that I do have, it would be a much better sacrifice than giving up something I don't have anyway. So I realized I needed a better missionary heart.

3). What I left behind...well, when I shared, I just said my old mission heart.


Okay, I think I've caught up as much as I can. Please pray for us as we pack and get ready to go back to the States this week; and pray for a safe trip, too! Thanks!
~Maddie

Friday, September 23, 2011

SMALL BUT HARD

      Sometimes the “big” things are easier than the “small” things. For example, it would probably be easier for me to die for my faith than to die to myself every day by washing the dishes after lunch! So one Wednesday, I asked the Lord to give me suffering, He gave me a TON of dishes to wash.
      Even though Samuel washed some, when it was my turn, I kept hoping something would happen, like that a mouse would run towards me so that I would have to wait until dad got it out of the kitchen. “Wait a minute,” I said to myself. “ I just asked for this, and now I'm complaining about it!” After I realized that I should be grateful to God for sending me so many dishes to wash, I started to be more cheerful. I did alright at first, but after a while I had to keep reminding myself that it would be a good sacrifice if I did it with love.      
     One of Fr. Joe's (the Catholic priest here) favorite sayings from the Bible is, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” It's true, things may seem easy, but really, they're very hard.
      Example #2: When my mom gave me an assignment for school, I wrote it in the same notebook that I had also written a letter encouraging the reader about the Catholic faith. I wanted to cut it out and put it in a bottle in the sea and hope someone would find it and read it, but my mom found it first. Father Joe had just called to ask if mom and dad could share a few words after Communion at a public school Mass the next day. You can guess what happened next. My mom said I should share that letter at the Mass. “Are you still going to share, too?” I asked my mom. I was nervous, especially if I was the only one to share. “We'll share a few words too, but I think the letter is perfect! Also, it will be more powerful from a young person since we will be talking to kids about your age.” Here was my chance, but I was nervous, I never had to talk in front of that big of a crowd like that. “Here's your chance, Meredith. You keep telling me how much you want to tell everyone how much God loves them!” mom told me. “I know, I'll at least pray about it.” I said.
Then we got a text that said we had to renew our visas that same day. “It's good you made that speech already,” dad told me. “I have to leave to C.D.O ( a city on another island) to renew our visas, and won't be able to give my talk! Just make sure you read it slowly, loudly and clearly, so that they can understand.” I felt pretty sure that I would speak, but at the end of the day, right before bed...
     “Mooooom! I'm REALLY nervous!!!!!!”
      “Don't worry about it, you don't have to read it, but it really would be better coming from a child.”
      The next morning, after my mom and I were prayed over, we drove to the school where the chairs were set up outside to serve as pews. “Mom, I'm so nervous! I'm not gonna do it.”
      “Meredith, it's ok. I would really like you to, but you don't have to-- no one is forcing you.” my mom reassured me kindly.
      “Can you say it for me?” I asked my mom hopefully.
      “It would be better if it came from you. Look,” she said, pointing to a sign hanging on a tree right in front of us. It read: “99% of failure comes from people who make excuses” I smiled, I guess God was telling me to do this. Fr. Joe called us to sit with the altar servers. “So you and Meredith are both going to speak.” he reminded us. We nodded. That, too, was a sign from God, I thought.
      After Holy Communion, we introduced ourselves and mom spoke about being home wherever God sends us, because we know He has plans for us there. She said we weren't any happier in the U.S than we are here, which is true. She told them also that the ways that the world tells us to be happy(like having more material goods and outer beauty) are not true, but that God can make us happy.
      When mom finished her talk, she handed me the microphone and I began in a shaky voice:
      "Good morning! I would like to introduce myself. I am a Catholic missionary with my family, here in the Philippines, Sagay, Camiguin. I am eleven years old. My name is Meredith, and my nickname is Mi Mi. I want to encourage you to be faithful to Jesus. Being Catholic is a special privilege! Jesus established the Catholic Church and wants all of us to follow Him and to teach others to follow Him. One of the best ways to attract people to the faith is to be an example. At school or at work you could be good to those who are not good to you. Jesus says, “Blessed are you when people hate you, reject you, persecute you, and say you are evil, all because of the Son of Man.” Never be ashamed of your faith in Jesus Christ! He is everything you ever wanted and more! I hope these words lift you up and are encouraging to you on your journey home to heaven, Thank you!"
      After we finished, Father whispered thank you to us and said that he almost cried at my message! He said he would have to give me and even Maddie more opportunities to speak. I felt encouraged because I thought I probably sounded terrible since I was shaking. I was glad I decided to read my message after all!
      Example #3: Just a few days ago, a poor lady who had come recently came again to our house. We read the Bible to her and gave her some food. Then we decided to pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet, so we gave her a rosary. She thought it was for her to keep. Well, it turned out that it was my rosary that they had given her. I was sort of sad that I would have to give up my rosary, but then I saw her happy face. “This is for me?” she asked.
      “Sure!” my mom said. She didn't know it was mine. I decided to let her have it, to make her happy. Now I'm so happy, because I gave it to her.
      When we say we love God, He will challenge us to prove it in ways that are hard for us. I hope I can keep saying “yes” to all that He asks of me.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

My Life As a Missionary



     The past five months of living here in the Philippines have been the most blessed moments of my life.  When my family made the choice to become foreign missionaries with Family Missions Company about a year ago (it has already been that long ago?), I didn't know what God had in store for us.  Now, I can't imagine a life of not being missionaries.
     Now that I know what it is like being a missionary-- exciting, always trusting in God for everything we need, etc., I'm laughing at myself, thinking about how scared I was to leave my friends, relatives, my State (Kansas), to live simply, and become a missionary with my family.  I remember the very first night that my mom found the website for the mission company, Family Missions Company, and told me, “Look!  Isn't this amazing?  A company that trains Catholic families to be missionaries.”  She was excited, but right when I heard that, I became upset at the idea of leaving everything and, after transferring to another State for the training, to go to an unknown country and spread God's word.  I did not really think that our family would become missionaries and I was upset anytime that they brought up the idea.  A few months later, my family and I went on a trip to Louisiana where the missionary training place is.  We were visiting there because we wanted to see how the missionaries'  lives were like.  After our stay there, I felt so much better about serving God as missionaries.  When we arrived back home in Kansas, we almost immediately started donating things that we didn't need to the second-hand stores and we even sold things that were not necessary, but what would be considered necessary to others.  Things such as our furniture, TV, computer, and when we were sure of becoming missionaries, we even sold some of our beds!  When my family and I left for missionary training last September, I was still a little nervous but I knew that we had made the right decision.
     I have mentioned before that I couldn't imagine how my life would be if I wasn't a missionary.  If I was not a missionary, what would my life be like?  Before our training in Louisiana, I did not read the Bible on my own at all, almost.  In training, I learned the real importance of reading scripture everyday.  Reading God's word daily really helps me in applying it to my own life and it gives me a good start for the day since I read it every morning before school.  Trusting in God also plays a very big part in a missionary's life.  I've learned to pray about everything and worry about nothing.  A good story to share on this goes this way... Last month, we were at the mainland, Cagayan de Oro.  We were visiting the missionaries there, Susanna and Teresa, at their apartment.  The boys were playing on the stairs behind us and were doing fine until we heard a loud boom.  We rushed over to see that my baby brother Julian (then, 16 months old) had fallen down a few stairs and landed on the floor of tile.  He wasn't crying very hard which was not normal, and when my mother picked him up he passed out.  We were all screaming, “Jesus!” and singing songs for help.  I thought Julian was dying.  While we were still praying, he woke up from his black out!  My parents took him to the hospital to make sure he was okay.  I have to admit, I had faith in God and that He would work everything out for good, but my faith wavered a little.  But God did work everything out for the better.  Julian was fine (Praise the Lord!) and  I only wish that I had had a stronger trust or faith.
     I sometimes ask myself, “Why did God choose my family to be missionaries?” Not in a bad way, but in a way of feeling that we were called out of so many people to be the messengers of God, do we really deserve everything that He's done for us?  He has:
ñ  Brought us safely to the Philippines and without trouble.
ñ  Taken care of all of our problems, small and big (for example, Julian was fine).
ñ  Given us a ton of ministry.
How can we thank Him enough or repay Him for everything?
     Even though a missionary life is, for me, the ideal life, there are still times where I don't feel very missionary spirited.  For example:  A few of my friend's from school always want to come home with me to eat at my house at school lunch break time.  I've already been looking forward to a nice,quiet mealtime with only my family and myself, to having a moment's rest, and I have already been planning to tell them stories of my morning session and want to hear their stories,too.  I can't tell my friends that they cannot come home with me, though, that would seem rude.  So, I let them come home with me but I don't always look very happy about it.  I'm learning to always be open or available to anyone who needs me.
     We waited so long to be out in the field as missionaries, and were told about how great missions is by our missionary friends.  I feel so blessed to actually experience, myself, being God's speaker.  Please keep my family in your prayers, and all of the other FMC missionaries as well.  God called our family.  Could He be calling yours?



By: Madeline Alvarez


Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Poem, A Reflection, and My Missionary Brothers-- From Meredith

Jesus
By: Meredith Alvarez

I raised them up,
They brought me down
I hugged them,
They stabbed my back
I crowned them with gold and silver,
They repaid that gift with thorns
I praised them and helped them up,
They mocked me and brought me down
I thirst and suffer,
They drink and rejoice like fools
But then, they open their eyes and see what I have done for them
They beat their breasts in sorrow for their sins,
And I, the GREAT GOD forgive them.
“I AM,
THE
AGONIZING
JESUS
WHO
LOVES
YOU!" 
Reflection on Esther
About a month ago, while I was reading the book of Esther in my prayer time, I read a really awesome verse: “Since I came here, the only thing that has brought me joy is my worship of you, LORD God of Abraham.” (c:29). It spoke to me, because the past days before, I was thinking things like, “why are we here in the Philippines? I want to go home!” but when I read that, I was thinking, God has brought me closer to Him in my time here, so even if I'm here only to be brought closer to God, that's what should bring me joy!
Now, I can see that God did have plans for us, such as the youth group we have every other Sunday. It has been going very well, and I think the youth really enjoy it. We also volunteered to help at a daycare center on Mondays. I'm so glad we found a mission here!
LITTLE MISSIONARIES
Vincent, Samuel and baby Julian are great missionaries! Here are some funny examples : 
On the plane ride here, to the Philippines, my family and I were relaxing on us kids' FIRST airplane and enjoying the view, when, all of a sudden we heard little Vincent singing. “ Savior, he can move the mountains, my God is mighty to save! He is mighty to save!...” Almost ALL of the people in our section of the plane were laughing.
So even before we set foot in the Philippines, Vincent was being a good witness to others!
“Praise You, Jesus!”
One time, Vincent wanted to swim in the sea with dad and the other boys, but he couldn't find his swim shorts. He looked and looked but he still couldn't find them. After a while, it was time for his nap. He went to his bed, and when he looked behind his bed, he pulled out his swim shorts,
“PRAISE YOU, JESUS! I FOUND MY SWIM TRUNKS!!”
Ju Ju
Whenever we play the Christian music on the radio Julian gets really excited and starts dancing and sometimes even lifts up his hands to praise God! And whenever he is fussy, we turn on the music and he stops crying; he loves God and music!
Samuel
The other day, Samuel said, “In Heaven, everyone will sit on God's lap, and no one will be scrunched!”

“Truly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”- Luke 18:17

Friday, June 24, 2011

My "Beautiful but Ugly" School

Monday, June 6th, I started my first day of school at the local high school (equivalent to U.S.7th-10th grade), Holy Rosary High School. The school is, as some say, 'beautiful but ugly'. The teachers and students are friendly and helpful, but the school building itself is run down and badly in need of repairs.
When we went to the school for me to be enrolled, my mom and I noticed the big puddles of water on the floors. We couldn't not notice them. It had rained the night before and the roof had leaked. We had to walk through the water and my mom almost slipped and fell, it was so bad. I instantly started thinking, “What do the students do if classes are going on and it rains?” Well, this week it rained in the morning and the back of my classroom had puddles, so we had to move our desks closer to the front. The hallway was wet and kids were sliding down it for fun. We didn't get our books until this week. The library where they were kept floods when it rains, too.
      Fr. Joe is trying to get the school roof fixed, but he must do it a little at a time, as funds allow. Another problem is that he won't be able to pay the workers enough for the work. The men will only get paid about $2 U.S. Dollars a day! Even here, this is way underpaid. My parents are starting to tithe some of our donated mission funds specifically for school repairs, but what is needed is a large amount given at once. Donations would be very helpful towards fixing the roof and other things that need repairs. Maybe one of you will feel inspired to hold a fundraiser for this cause. This could even be a youth group project.
      Father is trying his hardest to keep Holy Rosary High School open. It is important to the members of the community who volunteer their time teaching and helping to run the school in a Christian way. It is also important to me as a student. I have made new friends and some seem to need attention from me and others. I am going to start a Bible study for anyone from school who wants to come. I think that, after a few weeks, they will benefit a lot from it.
      Final Statement: Holy Rosary High School of Sagay, Camiguin Island, Philippines needs your help!!!    Thank you!!! ~Maddie

Friday, June 3, 2011

My God You Are (Gods ABC's)

Here is a song that my mom and I wrote,
Refrain: My God, You are A and Z
And every letter in between
You are the beginning and the end,
You fill my life within
You are my everything !
  1. A, You are amazing, B, You are so beautiful, C,You are compassionate,  D, You are my desire,  E, You are everything to me!

2. F, You are faithful, G, You are the great God, H, You are my hope, I, You are intelligent, J, You are Jesus and You are jealous for me!

3. K, You're a kind King, L You're love, loving, and lovely. M, You're miraculous, N You will never change!

 4. O, You are the only one for me. P, You are precious and the prince of peace. Q, You are quiet like a whisper. R, You are my rescuer. S, You are my savior.

T, You are talented. U, You are unbelievable. V, You are victorious. W, You are wonderful. X,  marks the spot You have in my heart. Y, You are Yahweh. Z, You are in Zion where I want to be!
 

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Surprise from the Lord

      The last morning of the camp, a few hours before we were about to leave to go back to Cagayan de Oro, I realized that I couldn't find the money that my dad had given me. I looked everywhere in my bags and asked my tent mates if they had seen it. They both said no. I asked some of the staff members and they said maybe it fell out of my bag somewhere. I couldn't find it anywhere and we finally had to leave. One of the missionaries, Susanna, said that someone probably took it if I just left it lying around.
      I had never lost money before. I didn't believe that anyone took it. I thought I was just careless and should have been way more careful. Almost the whole bus ride home I felt really anxious.
     Towards the end, Theresa (a missionary) let me borrow a book called “He and i”. It's all about what God said to a lady. I read some and after awhile I came across this quote that God spoke to the woman, “Do not be anxious about things you can't fix. Offer it to me and I'll work it out.” I felt great peace come over me and I felt a lot better.
      A day later, our parents came to pick me and Meredith up to go back to Camiguin the following day. I felt anxious again and finally told them that I lost all the money dad had given me for the trip. It only equaled $20 but I felt like I was untrustworthy. They told me it was alright and I forgot about it for a little bit.
Later that night, I was taking something out of my bag. I was about to zip it up again when I felt the Lord say, “Reach in that spot and I'll give you a surprise.” I was doubtful at first but I'm so glad that I did reach my hand down in that spot.
      When I brought my hand out of the bag I was so surprised. I was staring at the 1,000 pesos Dad had given me before the camp!!! I could only stand and stare and say, “What??? What???” over and over. Then I reached into my backpack again and found a piece of my knitting project that I also thought I had lost and a bracelet that I couldn't find earlier. God really, really blessed me! I didn't even deserve it! It's very comforting to know that God is always watching over us no matter how small the problem is.--Maddie

Monday, May 2, 2011

My Goal

     Last week, Maddie and I attended a Catholic youth camp several hours away from Cagayan. We did many different activities. One of the challenges was for each team member to to shoot at least one basket each. I was one of the youngest persons in the whole camp and the youngest person in our team. After many tries, I still could not get the ball in the goal. Finally, a group of team members lifted me up so that I could reach better. Everyone crowded around to watch me.
     I tried all of the ideas I could think of to try to make a basketball goal. I kept trying but wanted to give up; the rest of the team didn't. They put me on someone's shoulders and all shouted, "Dunk it! Dunk it!" I was up so close that I just dropped the ball down the hoop. I was the last person to finish the activity.
     It was so embarrassing but I finally made it. I found this as an important lesson. Keep trying until you reach your goal: Heaven, no matter how long it takes to get there! 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Praise Report from Meredith!!!

Two nights ago, April 12, two of my friends, MeMae and Cindy called me over. We talked for a while and then MeMae said, “Before your family came, Ricky (her 15 year old cousin who comes to play and pray in our yard everyday) told me he did not want to be a Catholic, but now he sees your family eat together, pray together and have fun together. He told me he wants to be baptized this coming May.”
“Next month?!” I asked.
“Yes. Ricky has changed a lot. He used to say a lot of bad words but now I don't even hear him say them around our house (their families live in the same house).”
Then she said that his dad is not Catholic and is away right now. His mother is Catholic, so she gave Ricky advice to talk to his father about it when he comes back.
“This school year, he would like to go to Holy Rosary High School and he would like to become an altar server like I am. Since Maddie is going to Holy Rosary he would like to go so that he can follow her example.”
“Wow, that's good!” I said.
“I'm not a Catholic either.” Cindy said. “I'm a Jehovah's Witness. My mother died when she was on a boat. My father is not responsible so I live with my sister.”
Soon my sister Maddie called me inside. I was so exited to tell my family about all that I had heard! I had never really told my family anything this exiting before, usually either my family and I found out the exiting news together, or my dad told us about it. When I got inside the house I waited until my mom was free so I could tell her the good news. Mom listened in amazement. When I was finished talking, my mom said, “What? Wow! This is a big deal!”
“And Ricky is the one who always says, “Watch your language” when the other kids say bad words.” Maddie exclaimed. “I also saw Ricky and his friend attend Mass for the past 2 Sundays. Cindy also has been praying the rosary and she came to the graduation Mass with us.”
Now we realize that the day Ricky first came here his younger cousin, Clarence James, was sick and our neighbors were trying to find a plant in the garden to lessen the fever. My dad asked if we could go with them to pray over him when they took the plant. We went with them and prayed over Clarence James. The next day, he was cured! After that, Ricky started coming over to play in our yard everyday. Maybe he saw what God had done and wanted to learn more.
I'm so glad we are showing others a good example! We didn't even know Ricky wasn't a Catholic until Memae told us. We didn't even know he was watching our example! That's why we, especially as missionaries, should always do the right thing, even if others don't, because we never know who is watching!-Meredith

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Holding Onto Him


     When I was around 2 years old and my sister Meredith was just 5 months or so, I told someone, “My baby sister is so amazing! She can walk!—with Mom's help.” I was reminded of it a few weeks ago. Then I started to think that that is how our walk with the Lord is like. We can only walk with His help, by holding onto Him. He guides us where He knows is the best path and leads us away from the paths that we think are right but which are many times the wrong paths.
     If Meredith had let go of my mom and tried to walk on her own when her legs were not strong enough, she would have fallen down and gotten hurt. If we let go of God and walk where we think is the best and easiest way, we fall into sin. The good part about this, though, is that He never stops holding us up; we are the ones who let go.
     About 2 weeks ago, I was running outside. Our yard has a bunch of rocks and my foot got caught between some while I was turning a corner, resulting in a sprained ankle. Thankfully, it wasn't very bad, but the slightest movement still hurt. When I would walk in the street (I could still walk but very slowly) limping just a little, people would ask what happened. One person even thought I was permanently like that. It's the same thing as when we fall into sin just a little. We aren't happy and people can see the wrong in us. But when we hold on and let God guide us people will ask what makes us so happy. I can just picture God saying, “Look at My daughter Maddie. She can walk—with My help!”
                 
                     
“Lord, I know You will never stop being merciful to me.
Your love and loyalty will always keep me safe.” (Ps. 40:11