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A Diamond is Forever

Have you ever looked closely at a diamond? Nothing quite compares to its dazzling beauty, sheer elegance and fiery brilliance! It is the hardest natural substance on earth. It is, in fact, 40 times harder than a sapphire or a ruby, the next hardest minerals. Only another diamond can scratch a diamond.

A diamond is the greatest conductor of heat, is transparent over the greatest number of wavelengths, has the highest melting point (4,090 degrees Celsius—2 1/2 times greater than that of steel!) and has a refractive index greater than any naturally occurring gemstone—giving it its characteristic fire and brilliance. Diamonds are among the rarest and costliest of gemstones.

But you may ask: What magical substance is a diamond made of? Ironically, just about the same substance found in one of the softest of all minerals—the graphite in the lead of your pencil! Diamonds are pure crystalline carbon formed 200 kilometers deep within the earth millions of years ago. The elemental forces of heat and pressure transformed the carbon into diamond in the cauldron of boiling magma that lay deep below the surface of the earth. The volcanic mass in which this crystallization took place then thrust upwards and broke through the earth’s surface to cool in kimberlite pipes. It is in these pipes that most diamonds are found today.

The diamond derives its name from the Greek adamao or adamas, which means “unconquerable” or “invincible.”

The diamond’s “Four Cs”

But what determines the value of a diamond? In 1939, De Beers, the world’s leading diamond company, popularized the “Four Cs”: Cut, Color, Clarity and Carat.

Cut refers to the angles and proportions of a diamond. A diamond’s cut is what gives it sparkle and fire. The better the proportions, the better the diamond is able to handle light, creating more sparkle and brilliance.

Color refers to the degree to which the diamond is colorless. The majority of diamonds range from those with barely perceptible yellow and brownish tints up to the very rare pinks, blues and greens, which are known as fancies. The best color for a diamond, however, is colorless.

Clarity refers to the presence of inclusions in a diamond. Most diamonds contain tiny inclusions or feather-like spots or imperfections, not discernible to the naked eye. The fewer and smaller they are, the less likely they are to interfere with the passage of light through the diamond, and therefore the more rare and beautiful it will be.

Carat refers to the weight of a diamond. One carat is divided into 100 points so that a diamond of 75 points weighs .75 carats (1 carat equals 200 milligrams). Two diamonds of equal weight can have very different values, depending on their cut, clarity and color.

The “Four Cs” of God’s jewels

In the Bible, God calls us His jewels (Malachi 3:17). I would like to share with you the “Four Cs” of a spiritual diamond—what we should be striving to be as true Christians. These Four Cs are Conviction, Commitment, Courage and Character. They are all important—they all build upon each other.

Conviction is the degree to which one knows and believes the Word of God.

Conviction is being absolutely certain of what you believe. In Hebrews 11:6, we read: “But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.” We must believe! We must be fully persuaded! We must not leave room for even a little doubt! That is conviction!

Such was the conviction Daniel’s three friends had when they were confronted about their refusal to bow down before King Nebuchadnezzar’s idol. They said, “If that is the case, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us from your hand, O king” (Daniel 3:17). They had faith—they knew their God and fully trusted in His power to save them!

Now where does this faith come from? Romans 10:17 tells us that “faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” We must anchor our beliefs solidly on the unchanging authoritative Word of God, the foundation and wellspring of truth (John 17:17). This is what will give us the same faith that the patriarch Abraham had. In Romans 4:20-21, we read that “he did not waver at the promise of God through unbelief, but was strengthened in faith, giving glory to God, and being fully convinced that what He had promised He was also able to perform.” That is what conviction is—being fully convinced!

Do you recall what Joseph did and said when he was being seduced by Potiphar’s wife? What made him strong enough to resist? Conviction! In Genesis 39:7-9, we read: “And it came to pass after these things that his master’s wife cast longing eyes on Joseph, and she said, ‘Lie with me.’ But he refused and said to his master’s wife, ‘Look, my master does not know what is with me in the house, and he has committed all that he has to my hand. There is no one greater in this house than I, nor has he kept back anything from me but you, because you are his wife. How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?’” There it is! Joseph called a spade a spade. He knew what was right and what was wrong! And he took action—he got out of there!

To deepen our conviction, we need to study and meditate on the words of God. Without conviction, we cannot move on and possess the second quality of a spiritual diamond.

Commitment is the degree to which one consistently acts on that knowledge and belief.

Here’s another way of understanding commitment—commitment is making a firm decision way in advance of the circumstance you will be faced with. It means binding yourself to a certain course of action, based on the truth of your conviction.

Let’s look at an example from the Bible of one who had commitment. Read Daniel 1:8: “But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself with the portion of the king’s delicacies, nor with the wine which he drank; therefore he requested of the chief of the eunuchs that he might not defile himself.”

He purposed in his heart—he made up his mind—he made a firm decision and bound himself to that certain course of action! That is commitment!

Do you remember the showdown of the prophet Elijah and the prophets of Baal at Mount Carmel? Elijah called for commitment! He said, “How long will you falter between two opinions? If the LORD is God, follow Him; but if Baal, follow him” (1 Kings 18:21).

We need to take a stand and be decisive. But we cannot do that if we do not have sufficient conviction. And conviction comes from faith, and faith comes from hearing—and heeding—the Word of God! Unless we have this kind of conviction, we will be compromising left and right. But if we drink in and meditate on what God says in His Word, we will be able to say, along with Joshua: “As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD” (Joshua 24:15).

Courage is the degree to which one is able to persevere in the face of trial or difficulty.

Unless we have conviction and commitment, we will not have courage—the strength and boldness to stand by our commitment no matter the cost. Why were Daniel’s three friends bold enough to risk death in a fiery furnace heated seven times? Conviction. Commitment. Courage. How about Joseph? For doing the right thing, he lost in one day his job, his freedom and his “good reputation.” He was willing to go to prison and to suffer ridicule and abuse because he was convicted, committed and courageous.

Look at all the heroes of faith in Hebrews 11 beginning in verse 30. Why were they able to risk so much? Why were they able to face danger without flinching? Why did Daniel still pray even after knowing that the law was signed authorizing the death of all who prayed? Why did the apostles still preach Jesus as the Christ even after being arrested, beaten and thrown into prison? Conviction. Commitment. Courage.

Today, we easily become afraid at the thought of losing our recognition in school, the acceptance of our peers and perhaps our job security. We are not even threatened with death and torture like these heroes of faith were. Notice what was said of them in Hebrews 11:38: “Of whom the world was not worthy.” Why? Because they were spiritual diamonds. Only God knew their true worth.

Character is the degree to which one is conformed to the image of God’s perfect Son, Jesus Christ.

This is what God is forming in us all along. Picture these Four Cs as levels of a pyramid. The base is conviction, followed by commitment and courage. The capstone is character.

Character is the only thing we can take with us into eternity. Not our houses, our clothes, our appliances or our cars. And character is so precious because even God cannot create it by fiat! Just imagine several robots walking around following and obeying God saying, “Yes, Master!” just because they were programmed to do so. God is not interested in robots, but in children—in sons and daughters—who follow and obey God because they love Him!

No wonder God calls His people His jewels: “‘They shall be Mine,’ says the LORD of hosts, ‘On the day that I make them My jewels. And I will spare them as a man spares his own son who serves him’” (Malachi 3:17).

There is a Russian proverb that says, “A gem is not polished except by friction.” None of us enjoy the grinding and the heat and the pressure of the trials and difficulties of everyday life. But it’s precisely those very things—the heat, the pressure, the grinding, the cutting and the polishing—that transform ordinary carbon into a precious glittering diamond! The rest who despise the process remain the graphite to be made into cheap lead pencils.

We need to submit to God, the Master Craftsman, to develop in us the Four Cs of a spiritual diamond: conviction, commitment, courage and character. When the process is complete, we will be more brilliant than a diamond. As Daniel 12:3 states, our destiny is to be more brilliant than even the stars shining in the heavens forever and ever! One day we shall become spiritual diamonds—God’s most precious jewels! God can then exclaim: “This is my beloved son [or daughter], in whom I am well pleased!”

Let’s all strive to be spiritual diamonds of unshakable conviction, unwavering commitment, unflinching courage and Christlike character! For a diamond… is forever!

Recommended reading:

What does God have in store for you, and how can you prepare for that future? Order or download a copy of What Is Your Destiny? to learn more about this fascinating subject.

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The Treasure of a Friend

Miners toil night and some toil the day
To seek out the gold from sand, soil, and clay
Emeralds, rubies, and diamonds, most even say
Are precious by far, a huge price you’ll pay.

As for me, I don’t need the treasures of earth
So long as I have from the day of my birth
Some people who care, who love, and who share
Life’s joys and life’s sorrows with cheer and a pray’r.

Friends who fear God are just but a few
On why I found you, I don’t have a good clue
Except to say, God does send on an ordinary day
Friends whom we meet in an extraordinary way.

Thanks for being such a happy, fine friend
For laughing at my jokes, though silly, I contend
But one thing won’t change, time will prove true
I’d always treasure your friendship, as I’d treasure you.

This poem is dedicated to my best friend Audrey.

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A Greater Adventure Than Skydiving

June 24, 1994, Perris, California—I glanced at the bright red needle of the altimeter strapped to my chest: 10,500 feet! I gazed out the window. The roads, trees and houses blended into one bluish ethereal tint. Kent, my jumpmaster, told me to put on my helmet and goggles as he began to lock our harnesses together.

We were now 12,500 feet above the drop zone. Two other jumpers slid the door open and the wind chilled my sweaty skin. I zipped up my jumpsuit and staggered with Kent to the door. Then, I was at the scene I had long imagined—and dreaded.

While the sky seemed inviting, the ground, two-and-a-half miles below, was forbidding. As I got into the jump position, I tried not to think about how scared I was. Just do it, I thought.

Beneath the roar of the fierce winds that clobbered my face, I heard Kent counting. “One, two, THREE!”

Suddenly, buckets of adrenalin flooded my bloodstream. For the first three seconds, I felt my stomach surge skyward out the top of my head. The pale blue earth roared toward me. I was falling close to 120 miles an hour, descending 200 feet every second.

As the winds stormed toward us, I felt my goggles and helmet about to be blown away. My cheeks were drawn back toward my ears. Though we were dropping this fast, I felt like I was simply floating on air. I had a panoramic view of the ground below and I prayed our harnesses wouldn’t separate because Kent had the parachutes!

As I started to actually enjoy the fall, Kent tapped me on the side. I checked my altimeter and it was 5,000 feet. I grabbed the bright red handle and pulled the ripcord. Immediately, the loud rush of air melted into a peaceful calm as a white parachute blossomed over our heads. We were now descending at about 18 feet per second, steering the parachute down, landing about four minutes later.

Becoming a Christian is a lot like parachuting out of an airplane for the very first time. Both require counting the cost, denying oneself, faith and trust, and being fully committed.

Count the cost

Jesus Christ stressed the importance of counting the cost before undertaking any endeavor (Luke 14:28-32). Before going on this tandem skydive, I had to count the cost. Aside from knowing how much the skydive would cost in dollars, I had to evaluate the risks of skydiving, the safety record of the school, and my own and my family’s feelings about the whole matter. And while I concluded that the odds were on my side, I still had to be prepared for the other alternative. Am I willing to risk what I have now to gain what I don’t yet have? Am I prepared for the worst—should it happen?

Before one decides to become a Christian, one must also count the cost. Jesus taught that those who wanted to follow Him must not do so thoughtlessly (Luke 14:26-33). Why? Because when Christ calls us to repentance, He expects nothing short of absolute surrender to God’s will (Luke 9:23). Moreover, some of His followers would even have to suffer and die for being a Christian.

Deny oneself

Before I even paid for my skydive, the skydiving school made me aware of the risks involved. The first thing they made me do was read and sign several pages of legal documents releasing the school of any liability should injury or death result. I also had to waive my right to sue or to collect insurance. In doing so I was denying myself my normal rights. I was, in a sense, losing control and signing my life away.

True conversion, likewise, calls for total and unconditional surrender to God. Before becoming Christians, we must deny ourselves. Jesus said, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me” (Luke 9:23). By this, Jesus means we must deny our right to live as we please—with no thought of or regard for the will of God. We must surrender this self-will and learn to follow God’s lead in our lives.

We must also be prepared to suffer the consequences of our decision—trusting in God—if the worst were to come. Jesus said that one cannot be His disciple if he or she is not prepared to give up everything (Luke 14:33). And yes, this includes our own life as well (Luke 14:26).

Trust and have faith

Skydiving for the first time—or perhaps even several times after that—is scary. I had never done it before and I didn’t know what to expect. It was really leaping into the unknown. And although I knew that my chances of surviving were good, there was no money-back guarantee. What I needed was trust, and a lot of faith. Trust in the sport of parachuting, trust in the parachute itself and trust in the experienced jumpmaster.

My jumpmaster, Kent, did not always explain everything, unless, of course, I asked him a question. Not knowing everything there was to know about skydiving worried me. Would I overlook some important piece of information that might cost me my life? But the implicit message from my jumpmaster was that he knew what he was doing and that all I needed to do was trust and follow instructions.

During the freefall, I felt all alone, heading into the ground head first. I couldn’t see Kent who was behind my back. He probably knew how I felt, since he undoubtedly remembers his first skydive, too.

Trust and faith are the same things Jesus requires of His would-be followers. He told them they must be devoted to Him more than anyone or anything else (Matthew 10:37-38). In our Christian life, Jesus doesn’t always tell us everything, but He’s always there—always watching, guiding and caring. Having once been a human being, Jesus understands our fears, our insecurities, our anxieties. In Hebrews 4:15, we read, “For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin.”

Be fully committed

Having counted the cost, denied ourselves and trusted in faith, we should be fully committed. Before the actual skydive, they give you many opportunities to say, “No, I’m not going to do it.” Some have quit before signing the legal papers and attesting before a video camera that they have read and agreed with the statement of release. The other time one may want to quit is right before jumping out of the plane.

As time goes on, however, it becomes costlier to quit. For instance, after 30 minutes into the flight, I wouldn’t get any refund should I decide not to jump. According to one of the skydiving personnel I talked to, the two most disappointed people she has ever seen were the two who quit and landed with the plane. Apparently, they were not fully committed.

Christianity, however, is a lifetime commitment. Jesus said, “No one, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God” (Luke 9:62). He said anyone who isn’t ready to commit cannot be His disciple (Luke 14:27; Matthew 10:38).

God is not pleased with quitters (Hebrews 10:38). To turn one’s back on God would serve to forfeit the gift of eternal life and warrant eternal death (Hebrews 10:26-27). But Jesus promised that “he who endures to the end shall be saved” (Matthew 24:13). God wants us all to stand firm to the end. He wants us to be as committed to Him as He is to us, “being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ” (Philippians 1:6).

I believe there can be no greater joy than to embark upon the road to eternal life and stand firm throughout one’s Christian life—a more lasting, a more fulfilling and a more purposeful adventure than skydiving. So get ready to leave everything behind, trusting Jesus to the end.

“One, two, THREE!”

If you would like to learn more about baptism, request the free booklets The Road to Eternal Life and Transforming Your Life: the Process of Conversion.

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Held Hostage

“Close your eyes! Nobody moves, screams or looks at us—or I’ll blow his head off!”

My family had barely finished asking the blessing on a Friday evening meal when we were faced with four masked, shabby-looking men brandishing handguns, an M-16 rifle and a dagger: How did these people get in here? What do they want?

“I said shut your eyes!” the leader barked, pointing a revolver straight at Dad.

Dad glanced at my two little sisters, my mom (almost nine months pregnant), my three brothers and me, and said, “Just bow your heads and pray.” My eyelids trembled as I tried to keep them shut. My knees were shaking. I wanted to do something, but if Dad was powerless right now, what could a 13-year old do? I prayed that my five-year old sister wouldn’t open her eyes or cry.

“We need cash, jewelry and guns—and we need them right now!”

We didn’t have what they wanted, and Dad told them so. All the money he had was 300 Philippine pesos (about $6.25), which he gave them.

“You liar!” the leader shouted as he spat on the floor. He pressed the knife on my Dad’s throat and demanded that he tell the truth. While the two men stood by, the other two searched every inch of the house. Finding some drawers locked, they came back furious. I cringed as I heard one of them whack Dad with the butt of his gun.

“Give me the keys! You’re making things difficult for us!” With the gun against the back of his head, Dad led the man to his study. The thief grabbed the keys and brought Dad back to his seat.

After more than two hours of vain searching, the men settled for other valuables: VCR, camera, radio, power tools, camping gear, watches—even my brothers’ and sisters’ savings. They grabbed our suitcases and stuffed them with the loot.

The escape

“We need the car,” the leader said. Dad offered him the keys, but the leader said, “No, you are driving us.” Dad explained that the car had little gas left, and that there were no gas stations open that late. “That’s no problem—we’ll hold one up if necessary.”

Dad had no choice. He glanced at his family, not knowing whether he would see us again. We weren’t even allowed to look at each other to say goodbye. We comforted ourselves thinking Dad wouldn’t have to drive them too far. Dad didn’t have his wallet, driver’s license or any identification. He could easily be dumped anywhere and no one would know who he was. We’d read about similar cases where the victim never returned alive. We prayed Dad would be an exception.

The leader stuck a gun against Dad’s temple while another held a dagger to his throat. Dad was told to look straight ahead, not to pass by friends or the police and not to stop at military checkpoints. He was not to make any signal or operate any communications equipment. He was even scolded for signaling a turn.

The men took turns guarding Dad while the rest ate or slept. The leader told my Dad that he could go home if he took them safely to their destination. But he threatened to finish us all off if anything ever went wrong.

After two hours, Dad mentioned the gas tank was nearly empty. The leader directed him to an open gas station, and after the attendant pumped about four gallons, they took off again.

While driving farther and farther from home and sources of help, my Dad prayed. He recalled God’s promises and the many miracles in the Bible. Dad asked God more than once to intervene quickly. He expected a drastic solution, such as the car being swept away in a flash flood or zapped by a lightning bolt with him as the lone survivor—anything that would get these men off his back. When it didn’t happen, my Dad briefly entertained the idea of running the car off the road to “end it all.” He then thought about his wife and children, now potentially fatherless. He asked God to hear their prayers and to take care of them. Helpless, he entrusted everything to God.

After five hours of driving, the gas tank was nearly empty again. As the desired destination was still about five hours away, Dad suggested they choose a place to stop for the night.

Sensing impending danger

Finally, on a lonely stretch of road, the leader ordered Dad to make a U-turn and park. Dad sensed impending danger. As the men started to get out, the leader turned around and cocked his gun. He ordered Dad to get out and lie facedown on the roadside. Dad refused. He reminded the leader he had promised to allow him to return. Dad was determined that if he was going to die, it would be in the car so there would be evidence. Having prayed and prepared himself the whole night, he wasn’t afraid to die. The leader lowered the gun and started to walk away. Dad requested some money for gas and the leader threw the stolen money on the backseat and closed the door.

Free at last!

Dad jammed his foot on the gas pedal, flinging dust in the air. As he headed home he gave an audible prayer or thanks and a loud cry of relief!

It was now 3 a.m., and he knew no gas station would be open for miles. He also knew that to travel all the way back on a drying gas tank would require nothing short of a miracle. But his priority was to get as far away from the men as possible. So, on a full tank of faith and an almost empty tank of gas, he sped toward home.

Back at home, it was already sunrise, and Dad still hadn’t come home. We hardly slept—we worried, prayed and waited for any sign of Dad. But about two hours later, I heard the car’s familiar horn. We all rushed outside. It was Dad! With tears streaming down our faces, we hugged.

Through that experience, I have learned that God does hear our prayers, though in His perfect knowledge, He doesn’t always answer in the time or way we expect. Sometimes, we cry out to God and wonder why help doesn’t come. If only we had the eyes—the eyes of FAITH TO SEE—to see Him lovingly hovering over us, always in control, making sure that nothing happens beyond what He would allow.

(My mom gave birth to a healthy baby girl, my youngest sister Meryl, the day my dad returned. She’s now 20 years old.)

The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears,
And delivers them out of all their troubles.
The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
But the LORD delivers him out of them all.

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Give It One More Shot!

This was a speech I gave as a freshman in college 14 years ago, as one of the six finalists in the college-wide speakoffs competition. It’s a story about faith, determination and persistence.

Thank you very much for that kind introduction; good evening ladies and gentlemen. Being from a third-world country, I liken coming to America, much less studying at Ambassador College, to winning a million dollars in a sweepstake. Distance was a problem, money was a big problem, immigration was a big, big problem. But I had a dream—a dream to span the Pacific and come to this college.

Like many of you here tonight, I was excited to learn about my acceptance to AC. Little did I know what was to befall me within 12 weeks: three nightmares—three humongous pitch-black monsters—that would threaten to puff my dream from existence.

To leave the Philippines, I had to obtain a student visa from the United States Consulate. Only three chances for a visa interview is allowed at any one time. If my application is turned down thrice, I would not be able to leave, no matter how much I wanted to go.

Since the Consulate is in another city, in another island, my trip would start the day before the interview. I would leave home in the morning, and arrive there at about sundown. I would spend the night at a friend’s house, be up at five, rush to the Consulate before six, and find about a dozen people ahead of me in the line. For the next three and a half hours, I would plan, hope and pray for a positive outcome. The seconds become minutes, the minutes become hours.

Finally, 9:32 a.m., June 24th, 1992. A voice cracks: “Number 16 to window two please.” With my documents ready, I get up, say a silent prayer, and walk to the window. Pulse: About 120. Blood pressure: 200/130.

The curtains close—and open. I walk out of the Consulate. Reaching the door, I noticed that the sun seemed to be sliding behind the dark clouds.

The outcome I feared most had happened. I was turned down. But never did I realize that this same horror video was to be played back before my very eyes a couple more times: 22 days later, and again, 11 days after that.

My visa applications had been rejected—not once, not twice, but three times. After the first rejection, I was disappointed, but I was hopeful—I had two more chances. After the second rejection, I was upset, but still hopeful—one more chance. But after the final rejection, I was hopeless—no more chance. I said to myself: “That’s it, I’ve had it, AC is not for me.”

Family and friends knew I wasn’t coming. Friends called to encourage me. My parents tried to comfort me. And I thanked them for their concern. But deep inside, my dream wouldn’t want to die.

Many a night I would lie on my bed and gaze at the wall, trying, vainly, to still capture and paint my beautiful, colorful, but dying dream out of the cold, bleak, blackness of rejection, despair and discouragement.

I wanted to let go, but I still wanted to hold on. I was torn between reality and possibility. In my ear Reality shouted, “Don’t waste your time, kid, AC is unrealistic! Haven’t I proven it to you three times already? “Shut up,” Possibility interrupted. “When proof is possible, faith is impossible. Go, Danny, give it ONE MORE SHOT!”

One more shot? I knew that the chances of the three decisions being reversed were next to impossible. They were like layers of steel and concrete reinforcing each other. But at that point, I had nothing to lose. So I wrote a short but forceful letter of appeal to the Consul General and sent it to the Embassy.

Days passed, and not a word from the Embassy. I said this is it. I have failed, but I was happy I was brave enough to try. That night, in utter desperation, I pleaded with God saying, “if it be possible, let not this cup pass from me—please don’t let my little dream die,” I begged, as my pillow received about five millimeters of rain.

As I was having breakfast the next morning, I got a long-distance phone call. The secretary from the Embassy asked me when I could come for a special interview with the Chief of the Nonimmigrant Visa Section. Wow! Either she’s got the wrong number or I’m insane, I thought for a moment. But confident that she was not kidding and I was not yet insane—I mean not sane… insane—I finally said “Monday morning at nine.”

The curtains close—and open. I start out the Embassy with passport in hand. Turning to the last page, I read: “United States of America, visa, issued August 10th, 1992, Manila, Philippines.” Reaching the door, I noticed that the sun seemed to be coming out from behind the clouds.

My dream, with God’s help, has just become a reality. Mind you, I have come just this close to “throwing in the towel.” Frankly, I never thought I would be able to come here, let alone speak before you tonight. But in the midst of what I reckon to be the darkest chapter in my life, I heard a faint voice, urging me to persist—to give my dream of coming to Ambassador College ONE MORE SHOT. Looking back, I think it was well worth the effort, and the trouble, for here, on the other side of the globe, I have met some of the most encouraging—not to mention, beautiful and talented—people in the world.

Dear students, faculty, guests—When the path to your goal is blocked from seemingly all directions; when your dreams suddenly transform into ugly nightmares; when you aim for victory but achieve defeat; when you ask and do not receive; when you seek and do not find; when you knock, and the door has not been opened; yes, when you try and try and don’t succeed—persist, knowing that it is often the last key in the ring that opens the door. Bounce back after every defeat, after every rejection.

Give it ONE MORE SHOT, before you bury your dream!

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