He is the reason why I was born. He is the reason why I'm here. He is the reason why I have a name this long. He is the reason why I know God. He is the reason why I had the courage again to start my life anew. He is the reason why my family is strong and is knitted together. He is the reason why I have this kind of sympathy for others.
My father, my biological father is Rev. Mahro G. Singcol. Born on January 15, 1960 in Carmen, Bohol, the youngest to a brood of five. When his father died, a pastor, her mother remarried, bore their stepfather two offspring but didn't survive life and died young. At an early age, due to his father's death, my Papa as what me and my siblings call him had learned to do hard works in order to eat three times a day and in order for him to go to school. They were living almost below the poverty line. Good thing their deceased father had left them a piece of land to which they planted coconut trees, fruit trees, bananas and crops and turned to be one of their source of income. When Papa finished his high school studies, he studied for a vocational course to have a certificate in sewing. Carpentry and farming also entailed his job when he was single. At the age of twenty something, he began setting his feet inside Mindanao Regional Bible College (formerly AGBIM), learned with the Lord, graduated with an honor, assisted pioneering pastors and later became the one planting churches, became ordained with the Assemblies of God, married, got kids, hosted churches, became one of first youngest District Superintendents of the entire PGCAG and up to now he's irreplaceable in his position. ^_^
I'll never forget the days when my father will show me his 'tiger-look' whenever I act stupid in front of him. His voice would be like a roaring lion (same as my Mom at home) when he's angry and was there ready to spank me. He's moderately strict but very very stiff. I feared him because of that. I never saw him cry (visible to us his children) but as he prays, I heard his wails to God. As I grow up, got to another place to do my studies and work, got married and have kids and lives in a far away place from my childhood home, I miss my father a lot in every single day that passes by. He is more of a father to me. He's my father of faith. He's my friend. He's my counsel. My guide in spiritual aspects. My father at all times.
Believe it or not, I still can run to him whenever I feel sad, lonely & happy (kahit twenty four years old na ako, hehe). And he always welcomes me with loving arms, with his fatherly love that I'll never ever trade for anything in this world. He had thought me so much in life. How to be patient, generous, kind and how to show mercy like what Jesus did for all of us. I remember him saying that his angels are goodness and mercy. Even if he is the head of the Central Mindanao District Council of the Assemblies of God in Bukidnon, even if he finished a Masteral in APTS, even if he has credits with what he did for the glory of God - he remains humble. Our home is welcome to anybody who wants to visit. My parents had thought us to give in everything we can. Our dining table is always ready to serve food: dried fish, ginamos, vegies and if we can, could be chicken or pork. The rooms at the second level of our house are always open to anyone who is tired and needs rest.
Seeing almost all of the days my papa have been through with his pastoral work, I'd say he has a very strong stamina in fighting against the hard fireballs thrown to him. I never saw him backing up, instead, he rises above with dignity knowing that he is just doing his part, his work and what he thinks is right. HINDI SIYA NANGUNGUNSINTI NG TAO. He never delights in the misery of others. Even to those who betrayed him he still makes peace with them. Even to those who grits their teeth on his achievements he would still embrace them.
If given the chance to change my life and have the option to choose whom I'd want to be my father, I'd still choose him, my papa. Life will never be best for me at all without him as my father here on Earth.
My father, my biological father is Rev. Mahro G. Singcol. Born on January 15, 1960 in Carmen, Bohol, the youngest to a brood of five. When his father died, a pastor, her mother remarried, bore their stepfather two offspring but didn't survive life and died young. At an early age, due to his father's death, my Papa as what me and my siblings call him had learned to do hard works in order to eat three times a day and in order for him to go to school. They were living almost below the poverty line. Good thing their deceased father had left them a piece of land to which they planted coconut trees, fruit trees, bananas and crops and turned to be one of their source of income. When Papa finished his high school studies, he studied for a vocational course to have a certificate in sewing. Carpentry and farming also entailed his job when he was single. At the age of twenty something, he began setting his feet inside Mindanao Regional Bible College (formerly AGBIM), learned with the Lord, graduated with an honor, assisted pioneering pastors and later became the one planting churches, became ordained with the Assemblies of God, married, got kids, hosted churches, became one of first youngest District Superintendents of the entire PGCAG and up to now he's irreplaceable in his position. ^_^
I'll never forget the days when my father will show me his 'tiger-look' whenever I act stupid in front of him. His voice would be like a roaring lion (same as my Mom at home) when he's angry and was there ready to spank me. He's moderately strict but very very stiff. I feared him because of that. I never saw him cry (visible to us his children) but as he prays, I heard his wails to God. As I grow up, got to another place to do my studies and work, got married and have kids and lives in a far away place from my childhood home, I miss my father a lot in every single day that passes by. He is more of a father to me. He's my father of faith. He's my friend. He's my counsel. My guide in spiritual aspects. My father at all times.
Believe it or not, I still can run to him whenever I feel sad, lonely & happy (kahit twenty four years old na ako, hehe). And he always welcomes me with loving arms, with his fatherly love that I'll never ever trade for anything in this world. He had thought me so much in life. How to be patient, generous, kind and how to show mercy like what Jesus did for all of us. I remember him saying that his angels are goodness and mercy. Even if he is the head of the Central Mindanao District Council of the Assemblies of God in Bukidnon, even if he finished a Masteral in APTS, even if he has credits with what he did for the glory of God - he remains humble. Our home is welcome to anybody who wants to visit. My parents had thought us to give in everything we can. Our dining table is always ready to serve food: dried fish, ginamos, vegies and if we can, could be chicken or pork. The rooms at the second level of our house are always open to anyone who is tired and needs rest.
Seeing almost all of the days my papa have been through with his pastoral work, I'd say he has a very strong stamina in fighting against the hard fireballs thrown to him. I never saw him backing up, instead, he rises above with dignity knowing that he is just doing his part, his work and what he thinks is right. HINDI SIYA NANGUNGUNSINTI NG TAO. He never delights in the misery of others. Even to those who betrayed him he still makes peace with them. Even to those who grits their teeth on his achievements he would still embrace them.
If given the chance to change my life and have the option to choose whom I'd want to be my father, I'd still choose him, my papa. Life will never be best for me at all without him as my father here on Earth.
6 comments:
we love you, pastor mar. u are a blessing to all of us.
pastor mar is my father of faith. thank you, mahal. your father deserves this.
pastor mar, hindi po mapapantayan ng material things at pera ang serbisyo nyo kay God. you will be greatly rewarded in heaven! will be back in the Philippines this year, i will surely visit you and your family. regards, mahal. keep on writing. miss you. kuya dan
this is you, mahal? ang makulit na singkit na matabil na malikot noon? well said about your father. malaki kna and its good you appreciate the fatherly love pastor bestowed unto you. it's been 10 years almost since the last time i saw you. tita luz directed me to your blog. thank you for this post. Godbless. regards to your father. i sent you a message on your email. i'll look for you in Facebook also. it's me, ate sam.
Nice. thank you Papa Mar for raising this -> blogger <- :-) well-written Pangga.
I love you and I miss you so much Uncle. If my father had lived long, he will surely be proud of you. I will surely visit you and your family again some time. Though I'm far from you, i really feel you're being a father to me personally. I was very happy and grateful that me and my family was able to spend Christmas with you last 2010.
Thanks cuz for this well-written. Miss you cuz.. regards to Rex and to the kids
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