This piece gives an account of the first phase of my own pastoral journey and story. The first phase focuses on my pastoral years from the beginning to the present time where I'm in a transition. The second phase, a current "work in progress" in a new pastoral location, is yet to be lived out and written. Perhaps, I'd be able to give an account of it after some time in the future.

The beginnings of my pastoral journey can be traced to the earlier work I did with the Christian Brethren in 1989. I was with a Canadian couple, Paul and Alice Blackmore, then living in Pasay City.
During my association with Paul and Alice - who were later joined by another Canadian family, Jim Dods' - I taught in their assemblies (Caloocan; Balara Q.C.), taught the Bible with Paul to kids and youth whom I organized myself in our Makati neighborhood, and did evangelizing.
The Christian Brethren taught me the value of Bible teaching and humble service. By the very nature of their tradition, their services were conducted in a highly conservative manner, with suitably sober faces during worship. They did allow you to be yourself and experiment on exploring your gifts from God.
In 1990, I entered the Asian Theological Seminary (ATS) in Quezon City while continuing to do pastoral work in the Balara assembly. In Balara, I taught the weekly Bible service, provided pastoral care to the people in the community, and even had encounters of the "supernatural" kind in the area.
Two years later, a classmate of mine from ATS, Oscar Alcachupas, invited me over to preach and help him pastor at Word for the World in Tandang Sora, Quezon City. This was the place where I met Imelda who was to be my future wife. In the church, she was the one playing the keyboard and the guitar while I'd preach or worship looking at her!
I found myself simultaneously pastoring in two small churches (Balara and Tandang Sora). It was a "bare bones" pastoral ministry like what's experienced and described in the book of Acts. But I didn't mind. I'd been experiencing how to live my faith and just wanting to serve where God would want me to do something for Him.

Imelda and I got married in April 1993. During this time, we were already joined to another Word for the World church situated in Ortigas, Greenhillls. Pastor Junie Garcia, my classmate in our Old Testament class at ATS, was a pastor in this "megachurch" of thousands. I taught the Bible and led pastoral cell groups in this church.
But, in 1994, only a few months after, we were assigned to join the new Word for the Word churchplanting venture in Cainta with pastor Junie at the helm. From just a handful, the church grew to about 600-700 attendees with 4 worship services at 2 different locations in three years' time. I pastored one of the two morning congregations and was handling the discipleship program of the whole church.
In 1997, shortly after pastor Junie left for the United States, the whole Word for the World Christian Fellowship experienced a worldwide split of churches. Overall, the whole church was cut into 4 or 5 different newly-named churches and organizations. Leading the split was a group of Filipino pastors which was able to form a new worldwide organization where most of the former WWCF churches in the Philippines and in different parts of the world joined. The church where I was pastoring-WWCF Cainta-joined this newly formed group.
At this point, my wife Imelda and I found ourselves divorcing -- not each other, but a church we learned to love. We didn't take any of the sides. So for about over a year, we and the congregation I pastored were "independent" or without affiliation. Eventually though, we had to give up our hurts to start all over again and rejoin Word for the World where we originally came from. The congregation that I pastored now became Word for World-Marikina City after coming back.

In my opinion, "two sides" made mistakes that caused Word for the World to divide itself. On one side, there was this dangerous phenomenon of a "pastor who invites attack." Let me call it a case of "bullying," the problem of throwing one's weight around leaders who eventually lost their trust on him. The fallout of an authoritarian pastor, plus a mistake he made that resulted in denominational discipline, had left majority of his leaders and churches in a damaged condition.
On the other side, many of the local pastors and leaders exhibited attitudes and actions to the crisis that were already contrary to the life and principles of Jesus. I witnessed some of this to be true before and during the height of the crisis. Anger beget anger. Unforgiveness beget unforgiveness. Lack of repentance sowed the seeds of the church's split. Playing politics, jockeying for prominence and position made the situation worse. As the pastor goes, so goes the church.
From 1999 to 2004, I was pastor of Word for the World in Marikina City and a member of the WWCF National Office's pastors' council in Makati. During this time, I served as a trainor of pastors in our new Makati-based Pastors'Institute where I was one of the major pioneers, curriculum planners, and administrators. It was also during this time that I concurrently taught in the seminary (Asian Seminary of Christian Ministries) and worked on my doctorate (D.Min.) with the Asia Graduate School of Theology (AGST).
In 2004, I asked our National Office in Makati for me to be relieved from my local church in Marikina City for one year, so I can better focus on finishing my doctoral dissertation. That was to be my final academic hurdle for the completion of the said degree. I turned over the local church I was pastoring to WWCF National Office and recommended to them an associate of mine to take my place. They approved my recommendation and my said associate has been pastoring the local church up to now.
Within this year of this "study leave," I began to realize that I had made some mistakes. No one told me this. I just simply discovered them later. And I also began to read the signs of rejection and lack of support for my leave. I requested for church-based support and clusters of supportive people during my study but they were all ignored. I could tell that my case was probably so unique or a "first time" in the church that it can be specially hard for them to know what to do. I did try to reach out but to no avail. Not one from the church called me or came by for a visit during the leave. I felt very much alone. What can I do?
For my own sake, I needed to forgive myself again for making some mistakes. I also needed to forgive the church again even though none said sorry. I choose to leave behind any hurts or grudges behind my last pastorate because I want to be free to serve again. To be honest, it took me a long time but I had to be determined for I did need to be free.
Therefore, my family and I had to move on with our life. During my study leave until completion of my degree up to the present, we sought rest and refreshment somewhere else. We found Victory Christian Fellowship (VCF) in Ortigas Galleria. When we entered VCF to seek refuge, there were pastors Rey Corpuz and Sonny Oaman who took care of us. We've been in this church for about over two years now since the beginning of my now completed doctoral study leave.
Today, my wife actively serves in the ladies cell groups and ushering ministries while my children (Christine, 12; Paul, 9; and Angel, 3) are growing spiritually in the Kids' Church. My eldest child, Christine, now has even become a kids church teacher and worship team member. On my end, I currently have four "outreaches" (one in Quezon City, one in Antipolo City, one related to my wife's biz, and one on the internet), do one-to-one discipleship/counseling, and am part of one of Victory's pastoral leadership teams. Finally, after spending time recovering from the pangs of another "divorce" experience, I feel ready now to enter Victory's ENLI. I'm glad our family and I are still in God's team; He merely changed our locations.
It's really time now to begin again. Start over. Back up and take a long, hard look at the big picture of my life. Everything that happened to me as a pastor has spiritual significance. Ultimately, it's God who called me and that calling is more than its circumstances. As I continue my journey with God, I trust the things He showed me will bring fruit that will last -- forever!