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09/06/2025

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁
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𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘡𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 2025, 𝘜𝘝 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨—𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.

The Summer We Left is more than a collection of memories—it is a memory made whole. A recounting of AUP alumni across decades—1994, 1998, 2012, and 2024—each chapter a soft echo of laughter, struggle, calling, and becoming.

This is a celebration of the summer that felt endless and the goodbye that came too soon. Of empty benches that still feel full, and lessons that never stopped teaching.

𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

05/06/2025

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 | 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂
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As quickly as it started… thus it ended. But not really—because some stories don’t close, they simply continue in the hearts they’ve shaped. This isn’t just a story 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶 or a letter 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶. It’s a life built because of you, a quiet love that chose, and kept choosing. Through the seasons, the silence, the softness—always, always: 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶.

𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤—𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨.

This is the story of Eu and Vi—of growing pains and quiet promises, of walking side by side even before they knew what to call it. With You traced the early steps, hesitant and unformed. For You captured the courage to name what once was only felt. And It’s You reveals the years that followed—the heartbreaks, the hope, the slow choosing of each other again and again.

Through time, distance, and devotion, theirs became not just a love story—but a legacy. A letter, a tribute, and most of all: a quiet reminder that the most beautiful love stories aren’t loud. They’re lived.

Welcome to the pages where it all began.

01/06/2025

𝗔𝗥𝗧 | 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗖

𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴,

You’ve worked so hard to reach this big milestone. Seeing you finish this chapter makes us excited and inspired. You’ve shown us what effort and determination does in this campus journey.

After all the prayers, late nights, and challenges, your moment is finally here. You truly deserve to celebrate everything you’ve been through. Caps off to all your hard work. Congratulations! 🎓❤️

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮,
𝘼𝙧𝙩 𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧

27/05/2025

𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗪𝗜 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘

In the honks and beeps of everyday life, it's easy to overlook those who quietly shape our experiences, lifting our burdens and brightening our paths. The drivers, the guards, the janitors, the professors, the friends-each plays a role in carrying us from one day to the next. It's a journey where every encounter matters, where each person we meet offers something valuable, often without expecting acknowledgment.

Following a 13-year hiatus, MUTAWI unveils a new collection of stories that magnify the often-overlooked figures who mould one's university experience, transforming it into something greater than themselves-one that pushes the path forward.

Embark on a journey with the University Voice' MUTAWI Magazine as it takes you along the road of service of the people often overlooked and unheard of yet, go through the mundane in grace.

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖' 𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤.

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𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

25/05/2025

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗕𝗜𝗧 | 𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀

As the semester winds down to a close, time slows along with it. The days drag on, the campus stills—finally resting after close to five months of work and noise. The central parking, once filled with cars and motorcycles, brought alive by horns and the hum of engines—now bare and empty, blanketed by the clean breeze and rustling of leaves. The long lines in the store and cafeteria are also no more—replaced by merely one or two students trapped in the same fate as me; unable to leave and relish in the warmth of home.

“𝘿𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙪𝙪𝙬𝙞?”

My roommate’s voice shatters the silence of the room. She just finished packing her stuff, not only for vacation, but also because she would be moving out.

“𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙖, 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜.”

Next time na naman.

Distracting myself, I scroll through social media as the rustling of baggage and conversation behind me flows. It must be nice. But alas, maybe God has other plans. The door shuts close and silence wraps me in a taunting hug, suffocating and unsettling. The room felt too big yet too cramped; the four corners of the wall closing in as I stared motionless at the ceiling.

Parang bago naman nang bago.

Refusing to succumb to the all-too familiar feeling of self pity, I chose to leave my room, opting to lounge in our worship hall instead. My shift ended early anyway, Fridays afforded me that comfort. At a loss with what to do, I decide to call my parents, knowing full well how the conversation will go.

“𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 ‘𝙉𝙖𝙠, 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤. 𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙢𝙤?”

“𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤 𝙈𝙖, 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙮𝙤𝙣. 𝙈𝙖𝙖𝙜𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣.”

Within the small screen of my phone, distance was easily conquered. And in between the static and lag, conversations of love and care still flowed. In my mother’s blurry appearance, I see the sacrifice hidden in her unkempt hair, the labor under the sun in the towel around her neck. The soft glimmer of hope behind her tired eyes. In my mother’s laggy video, I see the love that keeps her going. The trust that despite our circumstances, soon, in God’s plan, I too will be able to come home.

“𝘽𝙮𝙚 𝙈𝙖, 𝙋𝙖, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞.”

My own reflection stares back at me as the call ended, the silence returns, and the uneasy itch scratches at the back of my mind. I sigh, returning to the room I am forced to call home. Now used to its cold emptiness, I turn to my own warmth for comfort—to His promises and provision. So as I walk to PIC for vesper, I carry in me a quiet prayer of reassurance. Of faith that reminds me that I am not alone; that even as the students filter out of the campus, and as the beds in my room get vacant, God will always be with me.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘪
𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘺

18/05/2025

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗕𝗜𝗧 | 𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲

Some meals blur with time—what was served, who brought what, or how long the conversation lasted. But some stay with you, stitched into memory not by taste, but by warmth. The quiet sound of laughter across the table, the way someone passes the bread without needing to be asked, the presence of someone who chose to stay.

There’s something sacred about tables.

Not just the polished wood or the balanced place settings, but the space itself. A table gathers what the world scatters. It draws near the weary and the wandering, the hungry and the full, the known and the almost-known. And in its center, without ever saying it aloud, it offers this invitation: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

I used to think family had to be built on lineage, that shared names and shared pasts were the only kind that counted. But the table taught me otherwise. I’ve found pieces of home in dorm rooms and borrowed spaces, in after-class conversations and quiet Sabbath dinners. I’ve felt the hush of comfort from people who never had to stay—but did. They poured water into my glass before filling their own, they listened like they had all the time in the world.

Sometimes, it’s the people we sit beside in cafeteria corners, the ones who pray before the meal and laugh afterward, who remind us: love doesn’t need a last name to feel like home. We become family when we choose to serve, to listen, to stay—not just out of kindness, but out of faith that this is how we were made to live—with others, for others.

Fill the table not just with a variety of food, but with the presence of those you love—because there will always be space for the people you consider home. It is not the familiar scent of the meal that reminds you of family, but the warmth of people who love you like their own.

And I suppose that’s the beauty of it—that we can become family without planning to, that the table doesn’t care where you’re from, only that you’ve arrived. Someone sees you, offers you a seat, and asks how your day really was. No judgment. Just presence. Just grace.

These tables—be they wide or worn, crowded or quiet—hold more than food. They hold prayers said in silence, laughter that heals something unnamed, and stories that slowly unfold over second servings. And every time I sit at one, I’m reminded: there is no such thing as too many.

So when someone comes—quietly, unexpectedly, maybe even just once—make room. Let your table stretch. Offer the chair. Serve them a plate. Let them know they belong.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘌𝘭
𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘺

14/05/2025

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜𝗡 | 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝗡𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

No April fools here — just fresh stories, real updates, and all the campus buzz! 🐝 Catch the good stuff in our latest newsletter!

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬- 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Ue2lSA4WUDFzLGie0r8NOoWmG-liO4oY/view?usp=sharing
𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝-𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1rfl7C9reFA89R188q5Y26qanD-QGRzKV/view?usp=drive_link

12/05/2025

𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗦 | 𝗔𝗨𝗣 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀' 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆

The Adventist University of the Philippines (AUP) LIGHTS Play, in collaboration with the PIC Orchestra, AUP Ambassadors, Sinai from Christ, and Radiant Voices, presented a powerful musical play entitled Deliverance on May 10, 2025, at the Philippine International Church (PIC). The event served as an avenue for students to share their talents and glorify the Lord through creative expression.

Centered on the biblical story of Moses, the play portrayed God’s deliverance of the Israelites from Egypt. The performance featured live music, symbolic scenes, and dramatic reenactments of Moses’ life—from his rescue in the Nile to his calling at the burning bush and his mission to free the Israelites.

Alongside the performance, a love offering was collected for Prince Separa, a first-year nursing student and former cast member whose parents were recently involved in a car accident. A total of ₱19,000 was raised to assist with his family’s needs.

The play concluded with a performance of When You Believe, a song from the animated film The Prince of Egypt. Students and attendees commended the cast and crew for their emotional portrayals and the overall ex*****on of the production.

Iveth Ellaga, a first-year nursing student, expressed her appreciation for the event, saying, “The performance was better than I expected. The cast portrayed the characters with strong emotions, and the production team’s efforts were evident, even in the background music. The play reminded us of how Moses delivered the Israelites, just as God delivers us from sin. I also appreciated how the script was made relatable for today’s generation.”

The production not only showcased the creativity of AUP students but also served as a spiritual reminder of faith, leadership, and God's enduring power to deliver.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘨

12/05/2025

𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗦 | 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀, 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗭𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗚𝗼𝗱’𝘀 𝗨𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗔 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵

The graduating class, Batch Zahari of Adventist University of the Philippines (AUP), gathered at the AUP Gymnasium on May 10, 2025, for a Separate Sabbath to express faith and gratitude as they marked their final steps before graduation.

Carrying the theme “𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘎𝘰,” the event featured a powerful message from guest speaker Jazel M. Diaz, who challenged the seniors to reflect on three of life’s most pivotal decisions: faith, career, and relationships. Closing with a verse from Jeremiah 3:1, Diaz reminded them of God’s unwavering love amid transition and uncertainty.

A notable highlight of the program was the debut of the class theme song “𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥,” an original composition by Music Department students under the pen names, Zeke and Bien, which encapsulated the emotional journey of the graduating class.

More than a ceremony, the Separate Sabbath was a spiritual anchor. “𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥,” shared Ivana Bitangcol, Zahari Vice President and a graduating Psychology student. “𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.”

Czarina Muriel Dawn Fideles, a Nursing graduate, reflected on the experience: “𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥.”

As Batch Zahari awaits for the upcoming graduation ceremonies, the Separate Sabbath stands as a defining moment, one that blends celebration with spiritual reflection, leaving each graduate not only with academic accomplishment but also with a renewed sense of divine purpose.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘝 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘢

11/05/2025

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆! 🤍

To all the wonderful moms out there, this is a simple thank you for all the love, care, and support you give every single day. From early mornings to late nights, you’re always there with a helping hand, a warm hug, or the right words when we need them most.

You may not wear a cape, but you’re real life heroes in every way. You are loved and appreciated. Thank you for being the heart of our families. 💐❤️

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘺 𝘒𝘦𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘯

11/05/2025

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗕𝗜𝗧 | 𝗔 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝘀

I never liked her ways at all
She’d fill my plate with her food, though I felt full.
She’d shout my name when the dark came,
Waiting at the gate, holding a stick, a threat untamed.

I never liked how she would care,
Especially for strangers—I felt it was unfair.
She gave her best when she had none,
Yet people repaid her by dimming her sun.

She'd mend her clothes with tired hands,
Though she could buy from finer stands.
But if she had a coin to spare,
She buy me something new, beyond compare.

Even her last and single spare cent,
She’d hand to me without lament
So I won’t walk with shame or lack,
While she walks home with nothing back.

Every time she scans my room, she never knocks,
She’s picking up clothes before I hear the clock.
Dusting corners, cleaning more,
Sweeping the tiles 'til my face shines from the floor.

I never liked how she’d lend her hands to all,
Always there when needed, yet no one held her when she'd fall.
She’d forgive with grace, no matter the pain,
Yet never received the love she sustained. .

I never liked my mom at all,
She smiled even when they made her feel small.
When the world was cruel and people will lie,
She faced them all with a genuine smile

I never liked my mom, and that was true,
I was too young to understand, too blind to view.
She hid her tears behind her smiles,
While storms raged deep behind her eyes

I hated how she'd let the world treat her that way,
How she kept pain when people betrayed.
And when I asked, she always reply, "Everything will be okay"
Yet I could see her kneeling night and day to pray.

Until I’m no longer young not to understand,
Why she always chose to fight with prayer in silent night
And that was the time I saw her tears fall,
Not out of anger, but because she prayed with a grateful heart after all.

She only had a pure heart, not for applause,
For she lived by love of God’s laws.
Not for fame or the praise of men,
But to heal and show me what love was then.

She gave everything without expecting in return,
Her love was patient, steady in its turn.
Her silent prayers become her shelter in the storm,
A sacred stillness, in God's love she was born.

And this timeI am no longer young not to understand,
That God gave me that kind of woman,
Because He knew that someday
𝙄’𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙢.

𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮
𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘒𝘦𝘺𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘯

06/05/2025

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗲

As the 2025 elections near, millions of young Filipinos face a challenge bigger than showing up at the polls: choosing leaders who will truly shape their future.

In a country where over 92% of the population identifies as Christian, and where youth voters make up nearly half of the electorate, believers hold extraordinary power—not just to participate in elections, but also to step into their role as stewards of both faith and country wherein upholding the right to vote is seen not just to fulfill a civic duty; but a spiritual responsibility. The real question is not only ‘𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚?' and ‘𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧?’, but ‘𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙙?’.

For many, especially young people and first-time voters, Politics can feel overwhelming—a mix of celebrity personalities, viral social media campaigns, and promises that often sound too good to be true. Politics is usually seen as a ‘dirty’ field of work, with personal biases and opinions too compelling even to bother—a ‘topic only for older people’. Yet the Scripture calls believers to cut through the noise and choose leaders by a higher standard.

In Exodus 18:21, Moses is instructed to select “𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚—𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.” This ancient wisdom remains strikingly relevant today. Christian voters are called to look beyond charisma and campaign slogans, and instead seek candidates who demonstrate integrity, competence, and a genuine commitment to justice.

The Bible consistently presents leadership not as a pursuit of power, but as an act of service. Mark 10:45 reminds us that even Christ came “𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚.” This servant-hearted model should guide Christians at the ballot box and in reflection, ask: Are we supporting leaders who serve the people, especially the poor and the marginalized, or those who serve their interests? Are we supporting leaders who have, for long years, made promises, only to leave people in expectation?

In practical terms, voting faithfully means asking tough but necessary questions: Does this candidate have a track record of honest public service? Are their promises backed by concrete, realistic plans? Do they protect the rights and welfare of all, not just the privileged? Do they reject corruption, injustice, and violence?

At Adventist campuses and Christian communities across the country, there is a growing movement to reclaim voting as an act of stewardship—a way to uphold the values of honesty, compassion, and justice that reflect God’s kingdom. “𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜”, Yohann Flores, CSC Vice President said. We are being taught to choose leaders who align with these values as part of our witness in the public sphere.

For Christian voters, casting a ballot is more than a right—it is a sacred trust; An opportunity to reflect Christ’s call to love our neighbor, seek the good of the community, and stand for truth and righteousness.
As the election day approaches, may every believer remember: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲—𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗚𝗼𝗱’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.

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