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All By Grace

And what turns every end, every close, every heartbreak, every loss, and every finish beautiful? The love, forgiveness, and redemption, and hope found in grace – God’s grace that turns any experience into a catapult to bring you to where He wants to take you. – The Beautiful End

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-and this is not from yourselves, it is a gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast.
Ephesians 2:8-9

I’m very grateful for my family. I’m grateful for my Papa, who has shown me what it means to have strength, passion, and faith. I’m grateful for my Mama, who is a great example of gentleness, kindness, humility, and generosity. I’m grateful for my older brother, Joseph, who is intelligent, wise and insightful. And how can I not be grateful for my younger brother, Joshua, who has shown me what it means to love others and find ways to enjoy life. Even the newest addition to our family, Vito, my mom’s dog, has been a pleasure to have – even if it means my allergies flaring whenever I’m over.

For many people, especially those who don’t know my family too well, this picture of a pastor’s loving family, a strong marriage, three boys that include another pastor, a businessman, and Mr. Congeniality, and finally, a cute dog, may seem ideal. Some may see this as an example to follow, while others may see this as an unreachable ideal. But I’d like to take the time to direct the attention away from my family and point it where it belongs, to our Father. I think this is important before we go forward with this series because underneath all these funny, sad, meaningful, simple and profound experiences, is God’s faithfulness.

The Celebrity Crisis
One of the problems with our celebrity culture is how we put humans on pedestals. We have mini-idols in disguise (which is really just an idol). We admire them, watch their lives and follow them. We have crushes on them. We want to be like them. We want to be with them. We wish our wife looked more like her or our husband was more like him. We wonder what they’re buying and wish we could afford their purchases. We want to wear what they’re wearing; somehow believing that maybe someone will desire us as much as we desire them. We wish we were as smart, or made the same business decisions, or as lucky. We make them special in our life. We make them important. They’re special enough to Google over and over and watch videos of them on YouTube or Vimeo. They’re important enough to influence our opinions, our habits, our thinking, and our decisions.

The problem with this is we unconsciously create an unrealistic expectation of others and of ourselves. When this idealized human being becomes the standard, then people who don’t meet that standard are not given as much importance, and at the same time we strive for that standard, becoming proud when we meet it and discouraged when we don’t. We have put so much pressure on ourselves. We’re pressured to have money. We’re pressured to spend. We’re pressured to be stylish. We’re pressured to have a loving family. We’re pressured to have cool friends. We’re pressured to have conquests. We’re pressured to lose our virginity. We’re pressured to keep our virginity. We’re pressured to have a six-pack. We’re pressured to drink a six-pack. We’re pressured to follow rules. We’re pressured to break rules. We’re pressured to save and invest. We’re pressured to shop and splurge. We’re pressured to be religious. We’re pressured to be relevant. We’re pressured to meet the standards of our idols.

We’re pressured to become an air-brushed, fully-sponsored, cosmetically-altered, PR-aided person whose smartest lines were read from a script, and whose best moments took more than one take.

In short, we’re never going to be like that. No one will. Not even the real people behind our idols.

You might say, “I’m not pressured at all, David”. Then why is there this never-ending need to be validated? Why is there no contentment? Why is there no satisfaction? Why do we feel left out when we miss the must-sees and must -dos? Years from now, is anyone really going to remember who went to what, who earned how much when, who had what bag, or whether you were hot in high school? And if so, will it really matter?

I thought this was a post about your family?

It is.

As I write about my family, as I share the lessons and experiences, I don’t want anyone to think that we’re special because of who we are. I don’t want to paint an idealized picture or be put on a pedestal. We are no different from you. We’re special because our Father, who is also your Father, loves us.

We can be selfish just like everyone else. We can be prideful (maybe even more than most). We can be critical, unkind, and mean. We can be lacking and poor. We can be lustful and greedy. We can be impatient and grumble. We can be hurt and empty. There have been many arguments and fights. There have been times of desperation and shame. There have been times of lack and want. There have been moments of insecurity. There are many many mistakes, some known, some private. There have been failed businesses and broken relationships. There’s been alcohol, drugs, debt, and battles.

It’s all there.

I remember a specific period of my life where a bottle of vodka or sake sat on my bedside table beside my Bible. I would read and drink myself to sleep. I’ve given up the bottle. Maybe that’s why I have a hard time sleeping. Haha!

I’m sure you have your own challenges. I’m sure you have your own needs, your own dreams on hold and unanswered prayers. I’m sure you have your own questions and doubts. We all are trying to reconcile the grand purpose in our hearts with the limitations of our reality, and we’re all fighting to overcome.

It Is A Gift
When I think about my life, when I think about my family, all our mistakes, and our blessings despite our mistakes, I’m reminded of this idea: it is a gift.

I just celebrated my birthday, and despite what some people think, no one deserves a gift on his or her birthday. Gifts are given not earned. We don’t have a right to gifts, but we can enjoy them when they are given to us. It’s absurd for anyone to feel bad for not getting a gift. If you were entitled to it, it would be a right. If you earned it, it would be a reward. But gifts are special because they are given freely.

Life, everyone single one of our lives, is a gift, and it is powered by another gift: grace. We don’t deserve it yet we cannot earn it. We don’t need to prove to anyone that we have it. We only need to accept it to walk in it.

What makes my family’s group of broken individuals whole? Grace. What makes two selfish people love one another? Grace. What covers over a multitude of sins and allows for forgiveness? Grace. What frees us from our addictions? Grace. What allows a poor family to give generously? Grace. What allows some very insecure people to lead others? Grace.

We have been given a gift. We cannot boast.

You have been offered that gift too, and I look forward to someday reading your own stories of grace.

Broken Pieces

There is a story my family likes to recount about my very first LEGO toy. I don’t know why my parents would give a 3-year-old LEGO but they did. (No wonder I grew up so fast!) Anyway, my dad gave me a LEGO police station, built it, and turned it over to me to enjoy. It didn’t take long before my clumsy kid hands crushed the LEGO helicopter sitting on the helipad. So I ran to my dad and asked him to fix it. He took the pieces, rebuilt the helicopter, and handed it back to me. As I was playing, again, I broke the helicopter, and ran back to him. This pattern of my dad building, me breaking, and my dad fixing and handing it back to me pretty much continued the rest of play time. I guess he learned his lesson, because years later, when he bought my younger brother Lincoln Logs, he actually glued the pieces together to prevent us from breaking it and losing the pieces. The funny thing was, we ended up not playing with the Lincoln Logs that often. There was not much we could do with it. All the pieces were fixed. It just sat at the top of a shelf, never broken but never enjoyed, gathering dust until it was given away.

LEGO, on the other hand, would be a constant item on my wish list for the rest of my childhood.

What was the difference between LEGO and Lincoln Logs? What made one memorable and the other ignored? It actually had nothing to do with the toys themselves, but everything to do with relationship. With the Lincoln Logs, my dad came, saw the pieces all over the floor, and conquered with the help of superglue. But with the LEGO set, my dad was beside me, enjoying with me, and willing and able to fix whatever I broke. See, it really wasn’t about the toys. Toys are only popular until a new one comes out. They break, their colors fade, and can be replaced. It was about enjoying playtime with my dad. It was about being on the floor with him, making silly sound effects and imagining a story together. It was about relationship.

It still is.

Sometimes we see people who seem to have it “put together”, and we admire them and wish we could be the same way. Sometimes that’s how we are with our kids or the people around us, we don’t want them to get hurt, hurt others, or even hurt us, so we do our best to “superglue” them in place, to secure their actions so no one gets damaged. Sometimes, in our effort to make life “right” for ourselves and the people around us, we miss the point of things. It’s like the teacher who thought school was about grades, when it’s really about education, or the businessman who thought that his life was about making money, when it’s really about stewarding value. It’s not that grades, or money, or rules are bad, they’re actually very good, and we do need them, but they’re not what life is about. What are all these things worth without people to learn with, enjoy with, and protect?

Life is about relationships, and in relationships, rules will get broken, formulas will fail, principles will be tested, and faith will be stretched. Loved ones will get sick, we will get hurt, there will be suffering, and definitely sacrifice will be involved. We can respond by striving to control everything, affixing the pieces, taking the rules and enforcing them like superglue on Lincoln Logs.

But that can only go so far.

Rules don’t free criminals. They jail them. Standards don’t uplift the poor. They marginalize them. Judges don’t acquit sinners. They condemn them. If you’re like me, guilty, poor, and sinful, none of these offer any hope to hold on to. But for God SO LOVED the world, that He made a way for us to live in relationship with Him. There’s hope because through His Son, we have a way to trust, to love, to communicate with our Father and receive forgiveness, that we may learn to believe with others, love unconditionally, share our lives, and be ready to restore.

My dad used to tell my brothers and I that at the end of our lives, nothing will matter more than the relationships we cultivated. Not our achievements, not our businesses, not our critics, nor the things we accumulated, but the lives we shared. Most important is our relationship with God. Not only a religious or intellectual understanding of a heavenly being, but a God we can spend time with. He wanted us to catch this so that we would not lose sight of what really counts in life.

I no longer live in the safety and security of life under my parents’ roof, and every day I wake up to the challenges that come with being human. I’m sure you all can relate. For some of us the situation is financial, maybe there are bills to pay or dreams to afford. For some, it’s emotional, maybe a broken heart, loneliness, or rejection. For others, it may have something to do with health, maybe a sickness or an injury. For some it’s depression, or an accusation, or the pressure to succeed. It could be million things and it’s different for everyone. But whatever it is, whatever the pieces of your life that are falling apart, we have a Father we can run to, and He’ll take you in His hands, He’ll heal you, and build you back up, and in His joy, walk with you in loving relationship.

I Think About You

When I think about goodness
When I think about mercy
I think about You

When I think about power
When I think about grace
I think about You

I think about You
When the storms start to rage
I think about You
When the sun shines on my face

I think about You
Through dark and lonely evenings
I think about You
Because Your love fills this place

Everlasting God

Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord We will wait upon the Lord We will wait upon the Lord

Our God, You reign forever Our hope, our Strong Deliverer You are the everlasting God The everlasting God You do not faint You won’t grow weary

Our God, You reign forever Our hope, our Strong Deliverer You are the everlasting God The everlasting God You do not faint You won’t grow weary

You’re the defender of the weak You comfort those in need You lift us up on wings like eagles

Whenever

Whenever I’m lonely
I think about the days
When I was all alone
With just the promise of Your face

Whenever I’m empty
I remind myself to praise
Then You still my heart
And fill me with Your grace

All Your promises are true
All my hopes are found in You
For You are perfect love
And You cast out all fear

Let me see Your light in the heat of the sun
Let me see Your blessing in the storm
Let me see Your power in the shaking
Let me see Your hand transform

Grace Flow

Things Are Not Always Rose Colored
As I type this, my hands are in a losing battle to keep my hair off my face. The wind is having her way, as she always has. But this heavy breeze doesn’t come close to the storm raging in my head, brought about by the far from auspicious beginning to my work year. Driving home from a beautiful wedding a few Sundays ago, I got a message telling me that my general manager for Issho Genki (the Squalene company), Beth, was stabbed on the wrist in a robbery. The man severed her tendons and veins for a handbag. Now is a terrible time to lose her, given all the challenges that come with the growth of this company, as well as the other businesses and non-profit involvements I have. Beth was incredibly helpful the last few months when I, along with the other board members, had to take an increased role in Habitat for Humanity (the housing foundation) after the death of our CEO, Burt Jugo during Typhoon Ketsana (Ondoy).

From one crisis to another.

Like many others, sometimes I feel God has forgotten me, that He doesn’t hear my prayers, or if HE does, He doesn’t really care. I don’t doubt His existence. I’ve been past that idea a long time ago. But sometimes this existent God feels far. And like a lost child, I find myself running in circles desperately looking for the familiar parent.

Usually I feel this way when I’m faced with problems and difficulties that seem too heavy for me. That is what a problem is right? A person, a situation, a mistake, a challenge, or something, that has grown larger than us and is threatening our security. If it were something we could solve easily than it really wouldn’t be a problem. It’s the difference between a fly and a lion. One is a pest, a nuisance, the other can bite your head off.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has felt this way. Challenges are not special to certain people. They are a reality for everyone. Some people have big problems and some have small problems. I’m finding that the difference is not so much the in size of the problem itself but is relative to the perspective and capabilities of the one facing the concern. For some a one million Peso debt is huge, for those who are restructuring much larger amounts like I am, it’s small. I hate it when people say things like, “That’s a small problem. Look at them they have bigger problems.” These people completely miss the point. The fact that a person has a problem, big or small, means that he or she currently lacks the solution, no matter how big or small as well. They don’t need to know whether their product is big or small, they need help.

So the best way to get involved is simply to help.

Grace-Flow
But it’s through these challenges that I’ve learned a concept that now helps me whenever I’m facing a situation I’m unsure I can handle.

I like to call it the Grace-flow.

One of the most important business concepts (though many times misunderstood or underappreciated) is the idea of cash-flow. Having found myself, unintentionally I assure you, in several restructuring situations, I have learned to respect the importance of managing and maximizing cash. In my short experience, the companies with healthy cash balances and positive cash-flow are much easier to get back into shape, mostly because the resources needed to make things happen continue to come in. Fighting out of negative cash-flow can be extremely difficult and is many times a good sign a business is about to go bust. (Unless some infusion or investment is made.)

At its most basic, business can be very simple. Someone provides a product or service that is purchased with money. The money goes to paying for the cost of the product or service, the expenses incurred to make that product or service available, and a portion for profit. So the cash-flow involves the in-flow of money through payments to the business and the outflow such as payments towards the expenses. It’s this process of in-flows and out-flows that make up what is called a cash-flow statement. This can get more complex with different payment terms or time cycles but we won’t get into that. This isn’t a finance course.

Healthy companies have healthy cash-flow. Meaning, they maximize the amounts and timing of the in-flows and out-flows in a way that always leaves them with enough money to cover all payables and spend for expansion and future needs.

Similarly our bodies have blood circulation to keep the supply of oxygen, nutrients, and other essential substances to the different cells. A deficiency in the supply or quality of our blood will affect our health adversely. I’m not a doctor but I’ve read enough health books to know the basic importance of healthy blood circulation. Another lesson learned from the restructuring of Issho Genki (the Squalene company we recently re-acquired). And our blood does more than supply; it also takes care of removing waste from our organs to be eliminated from our body.

Just like cash for a business, a healthy circulation of blood is important for our bodies. Cash is to business what blood is to our bodies.

Which brings me to the spirit.

Business has cash-flow, the body has blood-flow (circulation), and the spirit has Grace-flow – the flow of God’s grace that empowers us through His presence in our lives to be who He wants us to be and to do what He wants us to do. I don’t mean some fuzzy feel-good Grace that people can take to an extreme and treat like a get-out-of-jail free card. I mean empowerment, that when you lack you can go to God and know that His grace abounds, that He gives generously to all, and that you will have all that you need. I don’t know if it’s like energy that’s expended. I’m not a theologian. I do know that I need more and more of it. Or maybe I’ve always needed the same amount but just now realizing how much.

Go to God
Earlier this evening, I had dinner with a business partner from the Middle East. The last time we saw each other I had flown to Dubai for two days to meet him, and now he’s returning the favor. After the meeting, as I walked towards the lobby of the Shangri-la, I remembered a party my parents threw for me at this very hotel. It was my 13th birthday, and I remember my dad telling me, in front of a rather large crowd of meaningful people, “David, you’re a man now.” (As opposed to being a boy. Not a girl. Just so I’m sure you know.) Basically he was telling me I had to be responsible.

I thought about that memory and told myself, “God, this responsibility is getting heavy.” Sure it comes with authority, but that’s matched by accountability. You’re the boss, so that means you get the blame. That’s the way things are.

And things have been particularly heavy this year.

But going through my files when I got home, I came across a copy of a short letter I wrote Nathan Punzalan on his own 13th birthday. Nathan, along with a big bunch of other kids used to come to my house every Saturday morning for football, food, and faith. I won’t give the whole letter but the last paragraph was a good reminder for me, and may help you as well.

Here it is:

Nathan, there will be times when you will find yourself in over your head. But trust in the Lord. He will never leave you nor forsake you. Always believe that God can do great things in your life. When you’re succeeding, go to God. When you’re excited, go to God. When you’ve made a mistake, go to God. When you’re ashamed, go to God. When you’re afraid, go to God. When you’re tired, go to God. When you’re broke, go to God. When you’re in love, go to God. Whatever it is, whatever you’re going through, go to God, and be sure of this – He will answer you.

DAVID

So we finally come to the end of another Tolstoyishly long post. But really we can summarize the whole thing in three words: Go to God.

The Songs of My Heart

I close my eyes as I play this piece, a cry of help to my King.
From the bottom of my soul to the tips of my fingers, from my fingers to the keys, from this instrument to heaven, hear my offering, be pleased.
I don’t have the words to say how grateful I am for grace, for love, for forgiveness.
I don’t know how to phrase my never ending requests for strength, for rest, for redemption.

Listen. Please listen, to the songs of my heart. They’re for you, only for you.
Answer. Please answer, the songs of my heart. They call for you, only for you.

Save Me From the Pride of Life

Save me from the pride of life
That pulls men down, destroyed
By throwing out the window
The grace they once enjoyed

Save me from self-centeredness
That shrinks universes to
Just me, my life, my way
Not looking up to You

Storm Prayer

I’m unable to phrase
Unable to erase
Faces and a face
Places and a place
Of storm cloud days
And flooded driveways
Remind us with the sun’s rays
We yet abound in grace