Just Like Peter — Part 2

 

 

In my previous article [Just Like Peter – Part 1”] I wrote about my Peter-like experience of God’s quick intervention as a young child.  In this present article I will recount a similar experience I had several years later.

This happened when I was doing a masteral course in anthropology at my alma mater – the University of the Philippines (UP) in Diliman Quezon City. After finishing my bachelor’s degree in sociology there, I decided to proceed to graduate studies in this related field.

What drove me to take it up was my curiosity to discover where the Filipino and related races may have originated from, centuries before what our history books detail.  In fact, I wanted to find out where, in the Bible, our race may be alluded to. This, after I had read eye-opening literature from the Worldwide Church of God (WCG) about the origin of races. I thought that anthropology might provide more clues.

While enrolled, to augment my funds, I also worked as a research assistant in UP’s Community Development Research Council (UPCDRC). I chose to study some aspects of the community next-door to the campus – barrio Cruz-na-Ligas, a popular and convenient research target by UP and other college students or researchers.

At this time, I had become converted from Protestant UCCP (United Church of Christ in the Philippines) to WCG [see: About the Author”]. As such, I became a devout keeper of the seventh-day Sabbath, which is the 24-hour period from Friday sunset to Saturday sunset.

As it happened, I was ordered by the council to make a progress report on my research, which I hoped I could also somehow use for my graduate course. The meeting for this was scheduled on a Friday, about mid-afternoon. I had not disclosed to the council my Sabbath observance, and I hoped my report would be over before sunset that day. The council convened in a room in the College of Education Building.  The elderly council chairman, however, arrived late for the meeting, so we started just minutes before sunset!

As you can imagine, I was in a quandary when I began my report. I was fidgeting in my shoes as I observed my watch and the wall clock ticking to about six o’clock! Noticing my unease, some council member asked why I was apparently unfocused in my reporting. I had to confess to the council then that I was a devout observer of the seventh-day Sabbath, and my religious duty did not want me to violate it.  I then asked to be allowed to leave, with my report unfinished.

One council member, my former psychology professor, told me, “You are in a fix!” I was made to choose between my job and my religion.  I wholeheartedly chose my religion! I learned later that the council had terminated my employment for unsatisfactory performance.

I left the meeting in a huff.  It was well past sunset, and I had violated God’s holy Sabbath day! Guilt and remorse overtook me and, with great pain in heart, I went out to a nearby open field behind the University Library.  And there I wept bitterly for having disobeyed my God and Savior, my King!

A lifeline is dropped

As a WCG member, I related my story to then director of the WCG Regional Office [formerly called “Ambassador College Agency” to cloak the office’s religious nature], Arthur W. Docken, who was also pastor of the WCG Manila congregation, which I attended. When I told him about how I “wept bitterly,” he said, “Just like Peter!” – my inspiration for this article duo. [That’s about the time when the disciple/apostle Peter had denied his Lord three times, and then a rooster crowed as Jesus predicted. Then Peter went outside and there wept bitterly (see especially Luke 22:54-62).]

I told Mr. Docken that I was fired from my job as researcher, because my Sabbath-observance kept me from finishing my report to the council and for not showing a satisfactory performance. Sensing my earnest desire to repent and obey God, he then thought of a way I could have some money for my personal upkeep. Having learned that I was a researcher, he offered for me to write a research paper on any worthwhile subject I was keenly interested in, and the church would pay me for it.

Immediately I volunteered to research on the possible Biblical origin of the Filipino and related races. I had to start almost from scratch, and happily the University Library had some historical books and other “antiquities” literature to help.

As a result, I wrote a several-paged paper that suggested the possible origins of the Filipino and related races as traceable to a people that I “stumbled” upon, and who are mentioned once only, vaguely, in the prophecy of Jeremiah 51:27, which lists a certain kingdom of Minni. I believe, though, that God inspired me in this research, as I had prayed!

So, I focused my studies on this kingdom.  By some coincidence, Hasting’s history book devoted some comments on this kingdom, which was also called Mannai. It was originally located somewhere around the Middle East area.

I took a cue from Ambassador College history professor Dr. Herman L. Hoeh, who had traced the origin of the human races through names of places and people which could indicate some possible connection.

An interesting detail in Hasting’s history about the Minni/Mannai caught my attention: that kingdom was populous but a weak one, often conquered and subjugated by larger and more powerful kingdoms.

This led me to conclude that perhaps the people of Minni/Mannai may have later dispersed to other parts of the world, such as Asia-Pacific and the Americas, where we find people who have been subject to being conquered and colonized by more powerful European nations.  How like the Philippines!

I noticed that in the Philippines there are several places and personal names that bear the prefix “Man-” or “Min-” – Manila, Mandaluyong, Mandaue, Manticao, Mandurriao, Manay (!), Mindoro, Mindanao, etc.; and tribal names – Manobo, Mandaya. Also, many family names – Manubay, Manalo, Manapat, Manlulu, Maninang, Manansala, Mancebo, Manalili, Manangan, etc.

In other places there are Mandalay (Burma/Myanmar), Manchuria (Asia), Mangolore (India), Manhattan, Minnesota, Minneapolis (USA), Manitoba (Canada), Isle of Man, Manchester (Britain), Mandan Indians (North and Latin America).  Could there be other similar places? These are places where the original inhabitants were later colonized by the US or the UK, Spain, or even China.

That the Filipinos are probably related to the Indians of the Americas, could explain why the Spanish colonists, condescendingly, called the Filipinos “indios.” Interestingly, Mr. Docken related that, when he and his family first set foot in the country his second daughter saw Filipinos for the first time at the airport, and in her child’s innocence and candor, she remarked, “Look at all those Indians!” The “Minni/Mannai” connection of both races may be a clue!

I found a connection between Jeremiah 51:27 and Joel 3:10, where weak nations will be counted among the hordes that will descend upon the end-time world superpower soon to arise in Europe (symbolically called “Babylon”) in a climactic battle that will bring all the world’s armies to “the valley of decision” (Verse 14).  This is the end-time battle (often called “Armageddon” but correctly “The Battle of that Great Day of God Almighty,” Revelation 16:14), whose ground will be Jerusalem and environs (Revelation 16:14-16; 14:14-16; Zechariah 14:2).  Revelation 9:4-6 connects with Revelation 16:12 to show that the “kings [or kingdoms] from the east and their armies would add up to 200 million strong and will kill a third of mankind, shortly before Christ returns to earth in great power and glory (Revelation 19:11-16,19).

Is it a mere coincidence that less-developed countries tend to have higher birth rates and larger populations? It is therefore possible that these countries would contribute a considerable share of soldiers to that horde from the east?  Of course, there are the billion-some population China and India, along with Russia—all from the east — that can offer technical/material leadership to these soldiers to battle against the end-time “Babylon” – a political-religious colossus that will soon hold much of the world in its sway. [See: https://www.herbert-armstrong.org, click ENTER HERE, select “Books & Booklets” and scroll down to the booklet titled “Who Is the Beast?’.]

In any case, I submitted my paper to our headquarters at Ambassador College in Pasadena, California, USA, for Dr. Hoeh to comment on it. But I never heard from him about it at all, and he is now dead.

Nevertheless, my paper made a positive impression on Mr. Docken, who commented that “You have a good command of English.” I credit that to my family genes and influence — my mom was a teacher of English grammar and literature; my dad was a lawyer (and a good writer as well), and both graduated from the original UP in Manila.

Mr. Docken then included me on the payroll of the WCG office, starting as a reader of mail coming from the audience of the church’s radio and TV program “The World Tomorrow” and readers of the PLAIN TRUTH Magazine and our other free literature who requested further literature, or had questions about the WCG’s teachings, sending their requests to our Mailing Department or to the Letter Answering Department (LAD).

After a few months, because of my English proficiency and apt understanding, Mr. Docken elevated me to the LAD, which was later changed to PCD (Personal Correspondence Department). In the next several years I was the PCD’s mainstay, with Mr. Docken and his successors standing by to see to it that I wrote according to church doctrines in reply to those who queried.

I found my job as “personal correspondent” for the WCG office very fulfilling! I received letters of appreciation and thanks from those I helped with their questions, Biblical or general.

Not known nor expected by me, but more important, I was being prepared by God to later become a writer and editor of WCG’s local publications, and eventually to be ordained an elder, a preaching elder and, later, pastor.  My work, aided by my college education and mental ability, and (not the least) God’s Holy Spirit, gave me years of deeper and broader understanding of humanity, our world, and spiritual matters.

All these were essential in preparing me for my ultimate work and ministry as writer and editor of this website you are logged on to this minute!

I believe that in all these, my “Just Like Peter” experiences were a vital catalyst!

 

Pedro R, Meléndez, Jr.
18062025/02082025

 

 

 

 

 

Just Like Peter — Part 1

 

 

My name is Pedro, which I got from my father, who was Pedro, Senior. Of course, Pedro is the Spanish (also Filipino) for the English Peter, the Latin Petrus, the Italian Pietro, the French Pierre, and the Russian Pitr or Petr. In more cases than one, I have vivid memories of incidences early and later in my 80+-some years of life where I experienced some divine intervention like what happened to Jesus Christ’s chief apostle Simon Peter, as recorded in Matthew 14:22-33 (NKJV, throughout):

Immediately Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go before Him to the other side, while He sent the multitude away. And when He had sent the multitude away, He went up on the mountain by Himself to pray.

Now when evening came, He was alone there. But the boat was now in the middle of the sea [Lake of Galilee or Gennesaret], tossed by the waves, for the wind was contraryNow in the fourth watch of the night [about 10:00 pm] Jesus went to them, walking on the sea. And when the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying “It is a ghost!” And they cried out for fear.

But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, “Be of good cheer! It is I; do not be afraid.”
And Peter answered Him and said, “Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.”
So He said, “Come!” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the sea to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!

And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him, and said to him,
“O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.

The impulsive Peter was gung-ho about walking on water as Jesus miraculously did. But his faith faded as soon as he observed the boisterous wind [and the tempestuous waves too]. Then he began to sink, and cried out to Jesus to help. Instantly Jesus saved him, but not without a loving rebuke.

My own Peter-like experience happened when I was about 5 or 6 years old. No, I didn’t walk on water! Rather, this is what happened.

Growing up in a Protestant family, I enjoyed not only the fellowship and Sunday school of the United Church of Christ in the Philippines (UCCP) in Cagayan de Oro City (CdO) on the southern island of Mindanao. I had lived there since 1946 up till I graduated from college. I have since lived around far-away Metro Manila, on the country’s largest northern island Luzon.

So then, it was a church outing, where I went along with my family and many church friends. The place chosen was a seaside beach in a barangay or barrio called Baloy.  As I was to find out, the beach there was very much unlike that of a barrio closer from home, Lapasan, where the sandy beach extended to over 50 meters from the shore, and we kids could merrily wade and romp in water from leg-deep to waist-deep. On the other hand, Baloy beach was what Visayans would call “cantilado” – cantilevered. From the shore or bank the seawater suddenly dropped off to a depth anywhere from chest-deep to well above the head.

I don’t know why our church leaders had chosen Baloy over other beaches. They should have known the peril its beach presented to young children and non-swimmers, like I was then. They, apparently, had not considered it and did not post lifeguards in case anyone came into trouble with the sea.

So, there I was, a no-swimmer – like the proverbial Clementine’s lover – daring to go it alone into the Baloy waters. My family members and others were seemingly too engrossed in their own activities to notice me. Totally clueless about the nature of Baloy beach being unlike that of Lapasan, which I frequented as a kid, I jumped into the water.  Alas, to my great shock, my feet did not land on sand! Instead, I sank deep until the water was well above my head!  I panicked and was flailing, and I swallowed quite a bit of seawater! I felt like I was going to drown and die. Immediately I thought a loud cry (no voice, with water in my mouth), “God, save me!”

I am sure God heard my unvoiced cry for help [what an awesome God we have!], and He quickly sent a strong wave! It pushed me close to shore, and I clambered up and out to safety.

Such a child’s prayer of faith was to be exercised shortly later. I was still in elementary grade when, for the first time, I heard the alarming news that a fire was raging in the heart of the then town. Though our rented home was quite some distance, it was close enough for us to see the threatening flame and billowing smoke. I suddenly tugged at my younger sister and brother, and told them, “Let’s pray!” We went down on our knees and, with a child’s true faith, I prayed to God to save us from the fire.

After a few minutes, we saw that the fire had been put out, thanks to the Municipal Fire Department’s quick response.  And, of course, thanks to God’s response to our simple prayer!

I guess, the moral here is for government officials or private owners to be careful to post signs or notices about possible dangers in places like Baloy beach. And they should provide lifeguards on the watch for possible accidents, and trained first-aiders and emergency facilities.  And parents, too – keep a watchful eye on your kids! And to kids, and even older children, consider going with a swimming buddy who can help you in case of trouble in the water (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12).

But, in any case, let’s never forget to call the best “911 rescue center” – the heavens, where the living and Almighty God and Savior is ever ready, willing and able to send timely help to those who cry out earnestly and humbly to Him! Hallelujah, Amen!

 

Pedro R. Meléndez, Jr.
19062025/02082025