Medical mission, BBC Sta. Mesa (Manila) with High Street Baptist Church (Springfield, Missouri, USA) team

BBC Sta. Mesa, under the leadership of Rev. Joseph Boyd Lyons and Ma'am Donna, held a special medical mission outreach today in cooperation with members of the High Street Baptist Church led by Rev. Eddie Lyons and Dr. Craig Lobdell. BBC Sta. Mesa is the daughter church of High Street.




Bro. Doy Ilo preaching to the patients before the start of the medical examination and treatments
Taking care of the spiritual before the physical





Dr. Lobdell
Felix of Ghana enjoying himself at the dentist's chair



Mrs. Lobdell entertaining the kids with her fanciful balloon creations






Visiting the Asia Baptist Bible College boys dorm



Ptr. Boyd welcoming the High Street members during the ABBC chapel



Testimony time
Ptr. Clyde Gray
Asia Baptist Bible College choir under the leadership of William Cordero
Rev. Eddie Lyons, pastor of High Street, giving the message
A plaque of appreciation from the daughter church to the mother church
The Lyons family with students from the ABBC Teresa campus; the Teresa property was purchased some twenty years ago under the initiative of Ptr. Eddie
ABBC guys and girls welcoming the High Street team to the Philippine style get-together after the medical outreach

A sampling of Filipino food

ABBC faculty members and staff

59th Anniversary, Baptist Bible Church (Sta. Mesa, Manila), January 13, 2008

BBC Sta. Mesa celebrated today its 59th anniversary with Dr. Mickey P. Carter, Landmark Baptist Church, Haines City, Florida, USA as speaker. Ptr. Frank Hooge was the founding pastor, while Dr. Joseph Boyd Lyons is the present pastor and also president of Asia Baptist Bible College (a church ministry). Among the highlights of the anniversary was the recognition of the charter members.





















Rev. Joseph Boyd Lyons, pastor (BBC Sta. Mesa) and president of Asia Baptist Bible College (a church ministry)
Dr. Mickey P. Carter, Landmark Baptist College, Haines City, Florida, USA

“The Rose”

Where do we go from here? 2007 is over and we’re on the first day of 2008. We don’t know what this year will bring as these verses tell us:

Joshua 3:4 “that ye may know the way by which ye must go: for ye have not passed this way heretofore.”

James 14-15 “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.”

As a way of saying thanks for all of you who browsed my blogs and websites (Legal Issues and Family Matters; Better English for Filipinos; and English for Asians and Africans) this year, please let me share with you this story entitled simply “The Rose”. Max Lucado popularized this story in his 1992 book “And The Angels Were Silent”. It surfaced in the Internet sometime in 1996 and has since then achieved the status of an urban legend. It has even become sermon illustrations (please see for example “Easter After Tremors: The Call to Love” by Mark Daniels).

Most reproductions of this story (whether in print or the Internet) state either that the story’s author is unknown or that it originally came from Max Lucado. However, the real author is someone named S. I. Kishor and the story was first published in Collier’s magazine sometime in 1943. In Lucado’s book, it appeared without attribution and was entitled “The People with the Roses.’ In the 1996 Canfield and Hansen collection “A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul”, S.I. Kishor was correctly identified as the author. Be that as it may, “The Rose” has become a runaway favorite among Internet users.

“The Rose” by S. I. Kishor

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. “You'll recognize me,” she wrote, “by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel.”

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose.

As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. “Going my way, sailor?” she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.

The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. “I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?”

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. “I don't know what this is about, son,” she answered, “but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!”

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

Happy New Year!