A Life of Faith, Service, and Love
This website is a tribute to the life and legacy of Francisco Bongoan Bilog, a devoted husband, father, and pastor who dedicated his life to serving God and his community.
This space is created to honor his memory, share his journey, and reflect on the lasting impact he left on those he encountered.
Here, we celebrate a life lived in faith, remembering his teachings, his love for family, and the light he brought into the world. May this site serve as a place of reflection, comfort, and inspiration for all who visit, just as Francisco was a source of strength to many.
Through his unwavering faith and compassionate heart, Francisco touched the lives of countless individuals, offering guidance, support, and love to all who knew him. As a pastor, he not only led his congregation but lived his message daily, embodying humility, kindness, and a deep commitment to helping others.
Thank you for being part of his story.
Perpetual Service Award

Rick Rick Video dedication (An angel in the shape my dad)








Final Resting Place
For those who wish to visit and pay their respects, Francisco’s final resting place is located at

San Pedro Memorial, Section I, block 124, lot N, Davao City, Philippines,
40th-day memorial
Tributes
There are many wonderful place to rest and relax in our Heavenly Father kingdom and one of them is surely for you Rev Francisco Bilog you may now enjoy the rewards of your faithful service in the LORD.
And Love prayers and symphaty to all the bereave families!... Collapse
Frank has died. I've known him since my daughter, Scarlett and I made our first trip to Spottswood Center in 2001. I've preached in his church and he preached in First UMC in Texarkana, Texas USA. We together brought mission teams from the Texas Annual Conference to churches in Mindanao. Mrs. Bilog and another lady even took me shopping in Davao City. Frank was truly a faithful servant of Jesus Christ and a great leader in the United Methodist Church of the Philippines and the entire United Methodist Church. "Well-done thou good and faithful servant." I will pray for you, Mrs. Bilog and for your family, I am so sorry for your loss.
Don Lewis
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SHORT PHOTO AUTOBIOGRAPHY
GREGORIA BONGOAN GRACIANO BANI

BORN MARCH 16 ,1944 SALCEDO, ILOCOS SUR

CALL TO CANDIDACY IN THE MINISTRY 1961-1963 MYF Conference

LOCAL PASTOR MINISTRY AS FRONTIER WORKER 1963-1965

PASTORAL WORK IN ORGANIZED LOCAL CHURCHES 1965-1966

PASTORAL WORK IN ORGANIZED LOCAL CHURCHES 1968-1970

SEMINARY STUDIES AT UNION THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 1974

TWO YEAR PASTORAL WORK IN CAPITAL OF BUKIDNON 1974


MASTER OF THEOLOGY STUDIES AND MARRIAGE

MASTER OF THEOLOGY STUDIES AND MARRIAGE NOV 30, 1977

UNIVERSITY UNITED METHODIST CHURCH 1978-1981

DIRECTOR OF MISSION TO THE VISAYAS/VISAYAS STATE COLLEGE OF AGRICULTURE 1981-1986

MINISTRIES IN DAVAO PROVINCE 1986-1987

MINISTRIES IN DAVAO PROVINCE 1987-1989

MINDANAO SOUTH DISTRICT 1989 – 1992

MINISTRY IN DAVAO CITY 1992-2002

MINISTRY IN DAVAO CITY 1996-2000

MINISTRY IN TAGUM CITY 2002-2004

MINISTRY AT FIRST UNITED METHODIST CHURCH DAVAO CITY 2004-2008

ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT OF THE OFFICE OF THE DAVAO EPISCOPAL AREA BISHOP 2009

RETIREMENT STATUS MARCH 16, 2013


WHEN I AM GONE
When I leave, I don’t want you to be too sad. Stay silent, save the words, and remember the happy moments that warm the soul. When I fall asleep, let me rest. I’m gone for a reason. If you miss me, don’t say anything. In silence, look for my presence in my house, my books, my letters, and my photos, as well as in those papers that I wrote in a hurry.
Wear my shirts, my sweater, and my jacket. Walk in my shoes. My room is yours, as are my pillow and my bed. If it’s cold, wrap yourself in my scarves. Enjoy the chocolate and wine I left. Listen to that song I loved so much, use my perfume, and take care of my plants.
If they bury my body, don’t be afraid. Run free and let your tears flow. Let the wind caress your face. Feel the poetry, music, and singing. Kiss the earth, drink the water, and learn the language of the birds. If you miss me deeply, try to hide it and look for me in the children, the coffee, the radio, and those places where I used to hide. Never say the word ‘death.’ Sometimes being forgotten is sadder than dying many times and still being remembered.
When I fall asleep, bring flowers to my grave and shout with all your might that life goes on. The flame of life does not go out just because I am not there. Those who “live” never die completely; they only fall asleep momentarily. Eternal sleep is just an excuse.
When I leave, extend your hand, and you will feel my touch. You will know that I will always be by your side. And one day, with a smile, you will feel that I have returned to stay with you forever.