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
I praise God for the opportunity to see you and hear your wise counsel last July. I will cherish the years we were together.. Agyamanak launay iti biag mo, Ninong..😇😇🥰🥰... Collapse
One of my earliest memories of him was when he was 35 years old, weeping over something unknown to me at the time. This image is etched in my mind, a reminder that even in his strength, my father carried his own burdens.
He was my hero. I remember a day at the beach when I almost drowned. Without hesitation, my father saved me, risking his own life. That was who he was—a man who put others before himself, even at great personal cost.
Despite not having much, my father gave generously. He found ways to provide us with joys, like a Nintendo SNES and a PlayStation, even when money was scarce. He had no vices—no smoking, no drinking, no extravagant hobbies. Instead, his joy came from his family and his ministry.
One of his most memorable sermons was during Love Day at Lapanday. It was his best, and I couldn’t have been prouder. Listening to him that day, I thought he could have been anything, even a politician, but he chose the path of service and faith.
Even when his health began to fail—when his kidneys were weakening, and his body was frail—he never wavered in his duties. He attended church services, charged conferences, and even Zoom meetings, determined to serve and bless others until the very end.
In all my years, I cannot recall a time when he raised his voice in anger at my mother or us. He was a man of peace and patience. Though he had no wealth—no land, no car, no material possessions—his true treasure was the people he touched, the lives he mentored, and the hearts he changed.
He did not desire power or material things like land or a car. I remember him learning to ride a motorcycle, a Yamaha L2, and during braking, he would always fall. There was even a time when he and my mom were caught by the traffic police, but somehow they always managed to get away with it. My dad wasn’t materialistic, and he often joked about selling his land just so he could give something to his grandsons and granddaughters. We would laugh, knowing how selfless and generous he was, even in the smallest things.
One of my deepest regrets is not spending more time with him. Yet, I know that his love and the lessons he taught me will stay with me forever.
As I sing Lord, I Offer My Life to You, I am reminded of his unwavering devotion to God. His life, in every way, was an offering. The lyrics echo his life and the legacy he leaves behind:
Lord, I offer my life to You,
Everything I’ve been through,
Use it for Your glory.
Lord, I offer my days to You,
Lifting my praise to You,
As a pleasing sacrifice.
Lord, I offer You my life.
Dad, your life was a sacrifice, and now we offer you back to God, grateful for the gift you were to us. May your legacy live on in the lives of those you’ve touched, and may your spirit find rest in His eternal embrace.... Collapse
As we bid him farewell, we rejoice in the knowledge that he is now in the presence of our Creator, resting in the peace that surpasses all understanding. Though his departure leaves a void, his legacy of faith, wisdom, and love will continue to light our path. May his soul rest in the eternal embrace of God’s grace, and may his family find comfort in the promise of a heavenly reunion.... Collapse
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.