Wow here we are again! We have a great day the previous three weeks. First, we went to the “MILLION LEADERS MANDATE” by Dr. John 
Maxwell. Almost a thousand attended the seminar and it’s really a blessing for us as a leader to attend this seminar because God called us to be a leader for a greater purpose. One day, Heidee Baker received a Word from the Lord for Pst. Mark Ritchie and it’s all about the VINEYARD. We’re so excited about it, and this is the reason why we need to train more LEADERS!
Second, we went to Muntinlupa city because my relatives asked me to share the 
Word of 
God to them and it’s amazing because they received the Lord Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.
Third, we visited a guy that is in a hospital and his situation is very critical. Before he died, he received Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior and I believe he is now in the Presence of our Heavenly Father. And Praise the Lord, Malou (his wife) is now attending a church with her friends.
Next article, we will give you a news about what happened this week, on Dr. John Andrews’s leaders conference and the amazing testimony of a couple (Steven and Shelly Ward) from England.
But today we want you to give a good Illustration about a DEFFECTIVE CHURCH by D.L. Moody, and as you read this story we pray that God will touch your heart and be open of what God is saying to you right now!
A father took his little child out into the field one Sabbath, and he lay down under a beautiful shady tree, it being a hot day. The little child ran about gathering wild flowers and little blades of grass, and coming to his father and saying: ‘Pretty! Pretty!’ At last the father fell asleep and while he was sleeping the child wandered away. When he awoke, his first thought was ‘where is my child?’ He looked all around, but he could not see him. He shouted at the top of his voice, and all he heard was the echo of his own voice. No response! Running to a little hill, he looked around but all he heard is his own voice. Then going to a precipice at some distance, He lookdown, and there upon the rocks and briers, he saw the mangled form of his loved child. He rushed to the spot, and took up the lifeless corpses, and hugged it to his bosom, and accused himself of being the murderer of his own child. While he was sleeping his child had wandered over the precipice.
It is also a picture of the Church of God! How many fathers and mothers, how many Christian men are sleeping now while their children wander over the terrible precipice a thousand times worse than that precipice, right into the bottomless pit of hell? Father, where is your boy tonight?