Started out a normal kid full of ambition, came from a loving and supportive family in which i consider “thee” ideal and best family i could say. I was a local boy grew up with a very competitive family in the area of raising their kids in a manner that is worthy of imitating. And i can say i’d love to imitate the way they’ve raised me and i mean truly you can claim that life would be a nudge easier as you glimpse from time to time from their ways. My younger sister and I grew up to know that we are special (not in a negative mindset) and loved, and for that reason we developed this attitude of being so secured and confident of whatever planet-size problem would come. And if you ask, yes they are Christians, cliché it may seem but they’re not the pushy-type that would shovel every bit of teaching into your mouth for you to change.
As what i’ve said they’re not the pushy-type but let me present to you music (haha). We would go to church (which I encountered my first church-band) and at the middle of the service I’d ask them for me to go home as I find the preaching so boring I could hardly keep up and be awake (losts i tell you ). The only reason why I’d love to go to church is the banging of the drums as the worship service would start as if my world would stop as I see my kuya Mark throws some sick drum rolls and aesthetics like there’s an unending party
(music you say?). From the very first time I laid my eyes on that Pearl drum set, I promised to myself that one day I would be up there playing it like there’s no tomorrow.
As I reach high school peer pressure kicks in and during my time your cool if you’re member of a rock band and plays a specific instrument (specially cool for the ladies you may say). And me being too naive in being part of a band I started learning to play the guitar to please some girl classmates (thanks to Marga who criticized the entire boys in the class for not learning any musical instrument) but inside of me says this is not what I’d love to learn. Months passed, now I’m ready to strum guitars like a rock star but peers started to shift some interest and moved into sports. Now my strumming skills ended up to be part of Rondalla (ensemble of stringed instruments played with the plectrum or pick and generally known as plectrum instruments). I was a bit disappointed because we were playing folk songs and all that Kundiman cultured genre. I may have some second thoughts of being part of it but still i flourish and was appointed to be the leader/head of the guitarists among the rondalla members. My playing skills also was plugged in to the worship band of our very own church as I was part of the rondalla. And from that day onwards I know I’m home.
My parents were even supportive of the venture I was having and bought me my first own guitar. I took pride of my band in church but honestly I cant say I’m a Christian by deeds. I talk back to my parents and argue non-sense ideas just to prove myself right, I cheat on school and learned hilarious stuffs from boys in class up to the point of stealing (from parents…wow I could hardly imagine that) just to satisfy addictive computer games. As I fulfil every own desire I would end up dissatisfied, always shifting to bargain with myself to be better when I see a dead end of a wrongful act, and it was a routine until early years in college. Slowly my desire to be better had a 180 degree turn when one of the preacher from a camp I joined (my former church) stated “amidst every sin you did, Jesus chose to serve you with everything He has, now, can you serve Him with everything you’ve got? every bit of gift He has given, are you willing to offer it to Him?” now that’s a big wake up call to me. It had dented my entire senses that I could not forget those lines even at present (thanks to Ptr. Tiempo). It started a burning desire in me to choose that person whom served me well all these years, and that is Jesus. I want to serve Him through music. I even decided not to be part of a secular band but only play in the church. With that decision in mind it wasn’t a smooth slide ride for me.
My family had some issues with my former church and was able to settle it but my parents were not at peace because as a family we can say that we outgrew the church and I too had some sort of questions towards the ministry that were too confidential yet were unresolved. Then came Victory Dumaguete a church that solely Honors God and Makes Disciples (I’m advertising actually haha). The story behind how I was invited was totally ridiculous and too amazing at the same time (better write another one for this). Now the real deal is yet to start.
My friend, classmate, doormate (soon to be bandmate) Miggy invested time in me as he introduced me to his church family as we too have common friends in and out the campus and my former church. We both have known each other as a musician. Me as a lead and acoustic guitar player and him being a bass guitarist. He also invited me later on to join church and youth services back then. I also started inviting my parents which they also approved and find the true meaning of a “relationship with God” (not even requiring a religion for that matter). The rest was history as I started to be part of the Music Ministry together with Miggy.
Now, I may not be a part of that team (8 months already…wow) but purely what Jesus has been teaching me all throughout the years was Him didn’t even treat Himself equal to His father but served humanity in the best way He can. He didn’t just imply in me to serve Him through music but taught me that it should point towards glorifying His worthy name through a lifestyle of worship.
Music has been my staple food but the bread and butter of my life is Jesus. I know Jesus would love to write me if i were a song. Music plays a very vital role in me for it reflects the generation we are in. The very heart of every song released, is a cry of a hungry soul wanting to be heard. I can even conclude music is never music without a spirit entailed to it that touches your very being. Even David the King a psalmist would cry out his desires, apologies and pleas to God through his songs. Everyone is striving hard to be better as the latest secular songs claim, im not against these songs but truly i tell you its an unending path. The world would tell you be the best but God claims you to be “His Masterpiece” nothing to prove. On the other hand don’t limit yourselves worshipping God through music because honestly worship must and should be a lifestyle and if you want to know how, turn to someone who modelled it, Jesus. The worship lifestyle Jesus has shown was too perfect, it may be impossible to reach but I’m convinced that I can for He said it.