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12/05/2026

Life becomes especially challenging when it is burdened with difficulties. I vividly recall my high
school years, when I developed many aspirations after witnessing how tirelessly my parents worked
to support our family. During harvest season, I often skipped classes to assist them. Through these experiences, I came to understand the depth of their sacrifices. As we harvested corn on steep land under the intense heat of the sun, I felt nothing but exhaustion and hardship. Although I sometimes
complained, I knew that I had no choice but to help.
These experiences motivated me to pursue my studies with determination. I constantly prayed that one day my academic efforts would bear fruit so that my parents would no longer have to endure
such demanding labor. When graduation day arrived, I felt compelled to prove that their sacrifices had not been in vain. I worked diligently to earn awards and honors, hoping to give them the
opportunity to stand on stage and place a medal around my neck. I remain deeply grateful to the Lord for guiding me through my struggles. Through perseverance, I became an honor student. As my father stepped onto the stage to present my medal, I saw immense joy and pride on his face. In that moment, I felt that, in some small way, I had begun to repay my parents for their sacrifices.
However, when the time came for me to pursue a college education, I heard my parents express
concern about their ability to afford my studies. Faced with this reality, I made the difficult decision
to discontinue my education. Although it was painful and contrary to my aspirations, I believed I had no alternative. I longed to complete my studies and fulfill my dream of becoming a professional
teacher so that I could better support my family.
After leaving school, I moved to Antipolo and worked for my cousins, who owned small businesses.
At the age of eighteen, I was able to send a portion of my salary to my parents. Although the amount
was modest, it provided meaningful support. Still, I sought better opportunities and eventually
moved to Manila, where I worked as a janitor at the post office.
Working as a janitor in a public institution was not easy; however, out of necessity, I persevered.
When the pandemic emerged, circumstances became even more difficult. As janitors, we became
frontliners, tasked with cleaning offices where employees had tested positive for COVID-19.
Although we feared for our health, we continued working because we needed to earn a living.
After four years of working, I decided to return to my studies. Seeing students on jeepneys often
stirred a sense of longing within me, strengthening my determination to continue my education. I
sought admission to a public university to minimize financial burden and enrolled in the same
institution where my older sister had earned her degree in Accountancy. I was eventually admitted to Universidad de Manila, where I pursued a Bachelor of Secondary Education, majoring in English, in line with my aspiration to become a teacher. At first, I managed to balance both work and academic responsibilities, as my workplace was located near my school. However, as time passed, the demands became overwhelming. After careful consideration, I decided to resign from my job to focus on my studies. I am profoundly grateful to my older sister, who selflessly supported my education while also helping our parents and siblings in the province. Despite her efforts, her income was insufficient to sustain our needs, which led her to seek employment abroad. She eventually moved to South Korea, leaving me to continue my journey alone in Manila.
As I approached graduation, I felt immense gratitude, knowing that I was only a few steps away
from achieving my dream. Yet, life delivered a heartbreak I had not anticipated. Just as I was
preparing for my final steps toward becoming a teacher, my father passed away suddenly.(PAUSE)
The grief was overwhelming. I could not stop myself from crying when I returned from Manila and faced his wake. My world felt as if it had collapsed. The person I had always hoped to stand by my side in every milestone—my graduation, my accomplishments—was gone. I was filled with fear,
sorrow, and uncertainty, questioning how I could continue without his guidance.
In the days following his burial, I wrestled with profound sadness. Yet, even in grief, I knew I had a
responsibility to my family and to my dreams. I had to keep moving forward, honoring my father’s
sacrifices by finishing what he had hoped I would achieve. It was this devastating loss that tested my
faith and strengthened my perseverance. On my graduation day, the absence of my father was keenly felt. Only my mother, uncle, and cousins were there to witness the milestone I had long dreamed of sharing with him.
Two weeks after graduating, I applied for a position as a call center agent at Alorica. The work was
demanding; constant night shifts left me exhausted, and my voice often grew sore from nonstop calls.
Despite these challenges, I persevered. However, I frequently questioned why I was in a call center
when my true goal was to become a professional teacher. This realization led me to enroll in a
review center to prepare for the Licensure Examination for Professional Teachers.
Balancing weekday work and weekend review classes became increasingly difficult. Consequently, I made the decision to resign and focus entirely on my preparation, ensuring that I received my 13th-month pay before submitting my resignation. As the board examination approached, I devoted myself to studying late into the night, determined to pass on my first attempt.
Finally, the long-awaited day arrived—a day I believed the Lord had prepared for those aspiring to become licensed teachers. On the day before and during the examination, I devoted myself to prayer, placing my trust in Him and believing that He would guide me. After completing the exam, I prayed once more, filled with gratitude and relief, knowing that I had done my best with His guidance. On my way home, I continued to offer songs of praise, acknowledging that I could not have completed the examination successfully without Him.
This life story of mine is a powerful testimony of faith, perseverance, and the unwavering guidance
of the Lord. From a young age, I witnessed my parents’ sacrifices and felt the weight of
responsibility as I helped them through hardships. Whether it was skipping school to help harvest
crops, sending even a small portion of my earnings to support my family, or working as a janitor to
make ends meet, each challenge shaped my character and deepened my reliance on God. Even in moments of grief, like the sudden loss of my father, my faith remained a source of strength. I faced unimaginable sorrow yet continued to pursue my dreams, demonstrating the truth of Philippians 4:13: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”
Despite the hardships, I remained committed to my goal of becoming a professional teacher.
Balancing work, studies, and later review classes for my board exam, I persevered through
exhaustion and doubt, trusting that God’s plan was greater than my own understanding. Proverbs
3:5-6 reminds us: “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in
all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight,” a verse that mirrors my journey
of surrendering my decisions and dreams to the Lord. Through long nights of studying, moments of
envy, and even while grieving, I kept praying and seeking His guidance, knowing that my efforts
were not in vain.
This personal story also reflects the promise of Romans 8:28: “And we know that in all things God
works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” Every
hardship, sacrifice, and setback—from financial struggles to losing my father at such a critical
moment—was part of God’s plan to build my perseverance, faith, and character. By committing my life, my education, and my dreams to God, I lived out Psalm 37:5: “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him, and He will act.
Brothers and sisters, I am Melchor Saddul Junior. My life illustrates that even in the face of loss and
uncertainty, God’s guidance and faithfulness remain constant and forever. God bless us all and To God be all the glory

10/05/2026

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.

Today, we celebrate more than mothers…

We celebrate prayer warriors in disguise.
We celebrate builders of destiny.
We celebrate God’s frontline disciplers.

Our message, “MOM, I’M HOME,” reminds us that home is not just a place, sometimes, home is a mother.

A mother is safety, rest, comfort, grace, and unconditional love. Thank you to all moms who continue to shape lives, strengthen families, and build generations through faith and sacrifice.

Behind every strong generation is a praying mother.

Happy Mother’s Day from your NTCM family!

05/05/2026

Good day everyone. I want to share a short testimony about how God has been faithful in our
family. Like many families, we also faced different challenges in life—times of struggles,
worries, and needs that seemed difficult to overcome. There were moments when we didn’t
know what to do or how things would work out. But in those times, we learned to depend on
God more.
On May 31, 2025, our mom suddenly became very sick. She could not clearly explain what
she was feeling. She was having difficulty breathing, her body felt cold, and she was vomiting.
At first, we thought it was just acid reflux or something minor. But as we continued to observe
her condition, we realized that something was seriously wrong.
Because of that, we immediately rushed her to Divine Mercy Wellness Hospital. We chose a
private hospital because we thought that if we went to a public hospital, it might take longer
for her to be accommodated. Even though we were worried about the expenses, we prayed and
trusted that even if we went to a private hospital, God would provide for everything we needed.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined her and told us that she had a stone
blocking her gallbladder. The doctor then gave us two options for treatment: first, an operation,
and second, an endoscopy procedure.
At that time, we were leaning toward choosing the operation because we thought it would be
the best way to completely remove the stones. However, the doctor who was assigned to
perform the endoscopy strongly recommended that procedure instead. Even though we initially
preferred the operation, the doctors proceeded with the endoscopy.
By God’s grace, the procedure was successful. After the endoscopy, our mom’s condition
began to improve. Seeing her slowly recover gave us so much relief and reminded us that God
was in control of the situation.
Before she was discharged, we were also very thankful to God because He provided for our
needs and our hospital expenses were covered. That moment reminded us that when we trust
in God, He is faithful not only in healing but also in providing what we need.
After a day in the hospital, our mom became stable and she was finally discharged, and we
were able to bring her home safely.
However, after a week, on June 8, 2025, which was a Saturday, my mom suddenly felt the
same pain again. She experienced the same symptoms—difficulty breathing, weakness, and
severe pain. When we saw that she was suffering again, I immediately called my sister and
asked what we should do. After discussing it, we decided to rush our mom again to Divine
Mercy Wellness Hospital.
At that time, our car was not in good condition, but thank God when I called for an ambulance,
they responded quickly and came to help us.
While my mom was already inside the ambulance, I noticed my lolo standing by the window,
looking at her. I saw him crying. It was very painful to see a father watching his own daughter
suffer. I told him not to worry and assured him that we would take care of mom.
When we arrived at the hospital, another concern came to my mind. The next day was Sunday,
and my father is the pastor of our church, while I serve as the guitarist. I was worried that we
would not be able to attend or serve in church. But we thank God for the life of Pastor Napoleon
Furigay and Pastor Michel Anciado, who took care of the church during that time.
When we arrived at the hospital, there were already many patients, and there were no rooms
available. Because of that, we had to spend the night in the Emergency Room, waiting for a
semi-private room to become available.
Later, the doctor informed us that my mom actually needed to stay in a private room because
of her condition. A private room is more expensive than a semi-private room, and usually
financial assistance does not cover private rooms. But since it was the doctor’s order, she had
to be admitted there.
When my mom was finally in the room, it was very painful for us to see her condition. She was
in so much pain, and there were many needles and medical lines attached to her body.
The doctors said that she needed to undergo surgery because there was a bigger stone blocking
her gallbladder. However, at that time her body was already too weak to go through the surgery.
Because of that, the doctors first tried to strengthen her body so that she could be ready for the
operation.
As a family, we could not help but think about what happened earlier—why we did not insist
on surgery during the first hospitalization when she still had more strength. But during that
time, we prayed and reminded ourselves that in everything, God has a purpose.
While we were in the hospital, my mom became weaker and weaker, and it was already hard
for her to speak. One of the most painful moments for me was when she seemed to be giving
up. She started saying things as if she was saying goodbye. She told my father to take care of
us, their children, and she even mentioned leaving her bank accounts to him.
She also told my father that if the time came when the doctors needed to put a tube in her, she
did not want it anymore because she felt that she could no longer handle the pain. Hearing
those words broke our hearts.
At that moment, it felt like we were just waiting for her life to slowly fade. My father did not
know what to do anymore except pray.
While he was praying in the Spirit and walking near the elevator, something unexpected
happened. He met the brother of Dr. Hallert Ramos, who was the attending doctor of my mom
at that time. His name was Dr. George Ramos.
Dr. George Ramos offered to check my mom. By God’s grace, he even used his own portable
equipment to perform a 2D Echo on her heart. That examination revealed something serious:
my mom was actually experiencing heart failure, along with several other complications.
Because of this discovery, the doctors immediately decided that she needed to be admitted to
the ICU.
Because of the agreement between my father and my mom that they would not allow a tube to
be placed in her, the doctors had difficulty convincing her to accept it. However, Dr. George
explained that placing a tube was already the last option to keep her alive.
My father then called all of my mother’s siblings so they could come to the hospital and see
her condition and help encourage her to agree to be admitted to the ICU. But even before they
could arrive, my father realized that he needed to make a decision for my mom’s life.
With a heavy heart but trusting God, my father finally told the doctors to go ahead and place
the tube so that my mom could receive the treatment she needed.
When the tube was placed, it was very difficult for her. At first, the nurses had to tie her hands
because she kept trying to remove the tube from her mouth. Seeing her in that condition was
one of the most painful moments for our family. It was very hard for us to watch someone we
love go through so much suffering.
During that time, all we could do was pray and trust God, believing that even in that difficult
situation, He was still in control of everything.
While my mom was in the ICU, it was one of the most difficult and stressful times for our
family. We could not stop worrying about her condition because her life was already critical.
Every day, we would hear news that another patient inside the ICU had passed away. It brought
fear into our hearts and made the situation even heavier for us.
We also could not rest or sleep properly. Even in the middle of the night, the hospital would
announce a ‘Code Blue’ in the ICU, which means that a patient is being revived. Every time
we heard that announcement, we would panic because they do not mention the name of the
patient. We kept thinking, “What if it’s our mom?”
Seeing and hearing about those situations made us even more worried about her condition. The
fear, the uncertainty, and the waiting were very overwhelming for our family.
But in the middle of all those fears, we chose to pray and trust God. Even when we did not
know what would happen next, we held on to our faith, believing that God was still in control
of everything
One thing I truly thank God for during that time is how He provided for all our needs.
While we were in the hospital, we had the chance to talk with other families who also had loved
ones in the ICU. Some of them were crying as they shared their situation with us. They said
they had already sold their properties, their agricultural machines, and everything they had just
to pay for the medicines and hospital expenses.
Hearing their stories broke our hearts. But at the same time, it made me realize how truly
blessed we were.
God sent the right people to help us so that we would not have to worry about paying
immediately. We are very thankful for the life of ate Ezekiel Villaroza, who helped us open an
account in the hospital. Because of that, we did not need to pay cash right away for the
medicines and other expenses.
Day after day, our hospital bill continued to increase. It even reached an amount that we knew
was impossible for us to handle on our own.
But one thing I noticed was this: instead of feeling overwhelmed, I felt a strange kind of peace
in my heart. So I asked my sister, “Why do I feel light even though our bill is already reaching
millions?”
And my sister replied that she felt the same way.
At that moment, we realized that it was God who was giving us peace—reminding us not to
worry because He was in control and He would provide for everything.
After a week in the ICU, the doctors discovered more complications in my mom’s condition.
She was diagnosed with acute respiratory failure, heart failure, hospital-acquired pneumonia,
UTI, diabetes, and upper gastrointestinal bleeding.
Because of the bleeding, my mom needed more than 10 bags of A+ blood. We knew that it
would not be easy to find donors with that blood type, and once again, it became another big
challenge for our family.
But once again, we saw the faithfulness of God.
Even before we could worry too much, many people started messaging us, saying that they
were willing to donate blood for my mom. It was overwhelming to see how God moved in the
hearts of many people to help us in that situation.
In the middle of all the complications and difficulties, God continued to provide—not just
financially, but also through people who were willing to extend their help.
That moment reminded us that God is not limited in His ways. When we are in need, He can
use anyone and any situation to provide exactly what we need.
To make the long story short, by God’s grace, our mom began to recover. After many long and
difficult days in the ICU, the doctors finally decided to transfer her to a private room—and we
thank God because she never had to go back to the ICU again.
From there, our mom continued to regain her strength and slowly recovered.
We are truly thankful to all our brothers and sisters who visited our mom during that time, and
to all the pastors who came and prayed for her. Your presence gave us so much emotional and
spiritual strength.
We are also deeply grateful to everyone who prayed for our mom, even those who were not
able to visit. And to those whom God used as channels of blessing to help us financially—
thank you so much. Your support meant so much to our family.
Most especially, we thank God for all the congregations who united in prayer and never stopped
believing for our mom’s recovery.
Through all of this, we truly experienced that God is our healer, our provider, and our strength.
In the middle of fear, pain, and uncertainty, He never left us. He remained faithful until the
end.
Another thing that we truly witnessed is how God provides, even in what seems impossible.
Our hospital bill reached around ₱1.2 million—an amount that is far beyond what our family
can handle.
Up until now, we have not yet fully paid all those expenses. But instead of fear, God gave us
peace. We are holding on to His promise and believing that just as He provided for us during
those critical moments, He will continue to provide until everything is settled.
As I end this testimony, I truly believe that this was not just a normal situation—it was a
spiritual battle. The enemy tried to steal the life of our mom, bringing fear, pain, and uncertainty
into our family. There were moments when everything seemed hopeless, and it felt like we
were about to lose her.
But our God is greater.
The same God who gave life is the same God who sustained her, healed her, and carried our
family through every moment of that trial. The enemy may have tried to destroy us, but God
turned it into a testimony of His faithfulness.
The Bible says in John 10:10, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come
that they may have life, and have it to the full.”
This reminds us that while the enemy tried to take life, Jesus came to give life—and we saw
that life in our mom.
It also says in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans
to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Even when we didn’t understand what was happening, God already had a plan—and His plan
was for life, not destruction.
And in Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who
love Him.”
This assures us that every pain, every tear, and every struggle had a purpose—and God turned
it for good.
Through this experience, we realized that God never wastes our pain. Everything we went
through strengthened our faith, united our family, and reminded us that our lives are truly in
His hands.
And we believe that this is not just our story—this will be a forever testimony in our family
and in our congregation of how faithful God is.
Today, we stand as a living testimony that the enemy did not win—God did.
All glory, honor, and praise belongs to Him alone!

26/04/2026

HAPPY 14TH CHURCH ANNIVERSARY🎉
APRIL 25,2026

Today, we gather with joyful and grateful hearts as we celebrate another year of God’s goodness, love, and unwavering faithfulness to our church. Through every season—challenges and victories—we have seen His hand at work, guiding and sustaining us.

11/04/2026

Dear Brethren,

Starting tomorrow April 12, our Sunday Worship Service at NTCM Balzain Church will begin at 8:00 AM due to the changing weather as the days are getting hotter.

We warmly invite everyone to come early, seek the Lord together, and start the day refreshed in His presence.

In His Name,

PJo

10/04/2026

“Honoring a generation that walks in faith and leads with love💙
‘Well done, good and faithful servant.’
— Matthew 25:23

09/04/2026

Mr. & Ms. Radcon 2026 with the theme "Faithful Stewardship".

In a space full of potential, they represented faithful stewardship in both presence and character.

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