43 entries.
wrote on October 25, 2024
at
9:38 am
I vividly remember when I was young ,Uncle Ikoy Rev. Francisco Bilog and auntie Fidela looks after me at one point . I wasn’t able to visit you but I do think about you . I am sorry for my shortcomings but I know in my heart you understand . Papang Ricky , Maming and You are together now in... Read more
I vividly remember when I was young ,Uncle Ikoy Rev. Francisco Bilog and auntie Fidela looks after me at one point .
I wasn’t able to visit you but I do think about you . I am sorry for my shortcomings but I know in my heart you understand . Papang Ricky , Maming and You are together now in life everlasting with our Almighty God . Just like Dad I’m not around .
Thank you for being around for my kids during that time . Big respect to you and your siblings (deceased). My heartfelt condolences to you Auntie Fidela and family .Sending love, comfort and strength as you navigate this difficult time of loss. Uncle’s presence will be deeply missed, but his memories will live on in the hearts of those who knew him. A life well lived . Until then Uncle Ikoy ❤️❤️❤️.... Collapse
I wasn’t able to visit you but I do think about you . I am sorry for my shortcomings but I know in my heart you understand . Papang Ricky , Maming and You are together now in life everlasting with our Almighty God . Just like Dad I’m not around .
Thank you for being around for my kids during that time . Big respect to you and your siblings (deceased). My heartfelt condolences to you Auntie Fidela and family .Sending love, comfort and strength as you navigate this difficult time of loss. Uncle’s presence will be deeply missed, but his memories will live on in the hearts of those who knew him. A life well lived . Until then Uncle Ikoy ❤️❤️❤️.... Collapse
wrote on October 25, 2024
at
8:30 am
A poem tribute to the glorified Rev. Francisco Bilog; written by retired Rev. DS Janeth Laquindanum Rufino Rev. Francisco Bilog ISA KANG BUHAY NA ALAALA Ako ay nabigla sa isang malungkot na balita, Na ikaw pastor Frank ay pumanaw na, Di ko mapigil ang pagpatak ng aking luha, Dahil isa sa itinuturing naming ama ng EMPAC ay namaalam na. Labis... Read more
A poem tribute to the glorified Rev. Francisco Bilog; written by retired Rev. DS Janeth Laquindanum Rufino
Rev. Francisco Bilog ISA KANG BUHAY NA ALAALA
Ako ay nabigla sa isang malungkot na balita,
Na ikaw pastor Frank ay pumanaw na,
Di ko mapigil ang pagpatak ng aking luha,
Dahil isa sa itinuturing naming ama ng EMPAC ay namaalam na.
Labis kong pinasasalamatan sa Diyos ang iyong katapatan,
Isa ka sa mga itinuturing na haligi ng UMC na aming pinagpipitagan,
Sa angkin mong talento, kahusayan at katapatan,
Maraming humanga, pinagpala at nabiyayaan.
Ang kumperensya ay animoy kulang kung wala ka,
Dahil kapag ikaw ay nangusap kalimitan problema ay solve na,
Book of descipline ay halos memoryado mo na,
Sagot sa mahihirap na tanong ay nasasagot mo ng tama.
Pasensya ka na kung minsan magkaiba ating prinsepyo at paninindigan,
Ngunit paghanga ko sa iyo ay di kailan man nabawasan,
Kinikilala ka naming mentor at nakatulong sa maraming mga kapastoran,
Para sa amin isa kang buhay na alalaalang di namin malilimutan.
Salamat pastor sa napakalaking ambag mo sa simbahan,
Ikaw ay magandang halimbawa sa mga taong iyong pinaglingkuran,
Pagmamahal mo sa Diyos at simbahan ay iyong inalay,
Hanggang sa huling sandali ng iyong buhay.
Aking ipinaabot taos puso kong pakikiramay,
Sa love na love mong si ate Del at sa buong pamilyang nalulumbay,
Alam kong labis ang lungkot kapag minamahal ay mawalay,
Ngunit alam kong kaaliwan at pagmamahal ng Diyos ang sa kanilay laging magpapatibay.
Paalam pastor Frank Bilog na aming minamahal,
Batid kong ngayon ay patuloy kang inaaruga ng ating Maykapal,
Minamahal mong pamilya kasama sa aming dasal,
Patuloy silang sasamahan at gagabayan ng Diyos na banal.... Collapse
Rev. Francisco Bilog ISA KANG BUHAY NA ALAALA
Ako ay nabigla sa isang malungkot na balita,
Na ikaw pastor Frank ay pumanaw na,
Di ko mapigil ang pagpatak ng aking luha,
Dahil isa sa itinuturing naming ama ng EMPAC ay namaalam na.
Labis kong pinasasalamatan sa Diyos ang iyong katapatan,
Isa ka sa mga itinuturing na haligi ng UMC na aming pinagpipitagan,
Sa angkin mong talento, kahusayan at katapatan,
Maraming humanga, pinagpala at nabiyayaan.
Ang kumperensya ay animoy kulang kung wala ka,
Dahil kapag ikaw ay nangusap kalimitan problema ay solve na,
Book of descipline ay halos memoryado mo na,
Sagot sa mahihirap na tanong ay nasasagot mo ng tama.
Pasensya ka na kung minsan magkaiba ating prinsepyo at paninindigan,
Ngunit paghanga ko sa iyo ay di kailan man nabawasan,
Kinikilala ka naming mentor at nakatulong sa maraming mga kapastoran,
Para sa amin isa kang buhay na alalaalang di namin malilimutan.
Salamat pastor sa napakalaking ambag mo sa simbahan,
Ikaw ay magandang halimbawa sa mga taong iyong pinaglingkuran,
Pagmamahal mo sa Diyos at simbahan ay iyong inalay,
Hanggang sa huling sandali ng iyong buhay.
Aking ipinaabot taos puso kong pakikiramay,
Sa love na love mong si ate Del at sa buong pamilyang nalulumbay,
Alam kong labis ang lungkot kapag minamahal ay mawalay,
Ngunit alam kong kaaliwan at pagmamahal ng Diyos ang sa kanilay laging magpapatibay.
Paalam pastor Frank Bilog na aming minamahal,
Batid kong ngayon ay patuloy kang inaaruga ng ating Maykapal,
Minamahal mong pamilya kasama sa aming dasal,
Patuloy silang sasamahan at gagabayan ng Diyos na banal.... Collapse
wrote on October 25, 2024
at
7:14 am
My Earliest memory: The earliest memory of papa would be that he would bike me to school here in Obrero FUMC Twinkle star during my Nursery. One day he took a different route. I think we usually take bajada then right on corner polo St. the now corner convenience store. I forgot the reason, maybe I was afraid for taking... Read more
My Earliest memory:
The earliest memory of papa would be that he would bike me to school here in Obrero FUMC Twinkle star during my Nursery. One day he took a different route. I think we usually take bajada then right on corner polo St. the now corner convenience store. I forgot the reason, maybe I was afraid for taking a different route. Up to my highschool days he would sometimes drive me to school using his trustee l200 yamaha motorcycle... I think that was the reason i fell in love with motorcycles.
Stories from papa:
Papa was born poor, he told us as story once:
When he was in elementary he would walk to school barefoot, when it would rain in the afternoon he would walk home wet. When he had no pencil and asked his father some ang sabi dawn ang father niya gamtin nya da tudlo niya pang sulat because lolo could not afford to buy even a pencil for papa. Papa would climb bayabas trees and barter bayabas fruits for pencil from his classmates.
But lolo and lola gave importance to his education and with papa’s hard work even with all the challenges he faced he graduated high school.. wearing a girls shoes they borrowed from a family friend.
Elementary: Kabacan elementary School
High school: MIT now USM
Bible school: Mt. Apo Christian workers school
College: Magsaysay memorial college / Kings college/ Zamboanga City
BACHELOR OF ARTS
BACHELOR OF EDUCATION
Theological studies
MASTER OF DIVINITY – MAGNA CUM LAUDE at union theological seminary Dasmarinas cavite
Master of Theology – SEAGST, union theological Seminary
His Work dedication :
50 Years until he retired total of 60 years in the ministry for there is no retirement in the ministry. He once told me that he wanted to die wearing his boots. Which he did, just few hours before his heart attack he gave his last benediction here in FUMC and
Earliest memory of papa WORKING, he was wearing his sando his back to me, typing on his type writer. I was about 4 year old then. That was when we he was assigned at marbel Cotabato. As I try to recall most of my memories has have been him always working,… sitting… typing his tik tok tik tok cling! Tsktskstsk type writer. It would always amaze me, how fast he could use that thing. Then when Sunday came, and when he delivers his sermon, his sermon would be well composed and beautifully delivered. you can ask anyone and most will tell you that his sermon was well thought and made, from grammar, arrangement of thoughts, the cohesion as it was arranged.
Reading his autobiography now, (papa wrote his autobiography) I now understand why he was so busy when he was making his sermons, he wanted to make it perfect, because his congregation are composed of professionals, executives, principals, lawyers, doctors. I can understand the pressure he must have felt, for I am guilty of nit picking the grammatical errors, tenses, pronunciations of speakers, teachers, and even pastors, the usual mistakes we make when we are not that eloquent in English.
I remember a story about him, during when he was still a young pastor , he was told to stay with a certain family, he overheard them arguing about having another mouth to feed so he searched for another place to stay. I think that really stuck with him. (Bring bible, bring hymnal and do visitation 1 hr before meal).
Im happy when hearing testimonies of his mentoring and from someone he has somehow helped.. because he would never even a hint to us marites anything about who he was counseling or what he was counseling.
We do not know who he may have save, comforted and or pulled away from the edge of taking someone’s life or their own.
◦ Request that if sana you keep his memory alive by paying it forward. If he has helped you towards christ /ministry Help the next diamond in the rough.
Family
◦ Sacrifice… being a Pastor 24/7, that took most of his time and somehow took that time away from me =(.. parents spend time with your children and children spend time with your parents
◦ even with a pastor's salary we never went hungry, thanks to mama, papa and he Lord of course.
Aside from work his hobbies where:
◦ Cowboy movies
◦ books, lots of them, he even had quoran and the book of mormons
◦ Carpentry works mahilig sa DIY (namana ko ata)
◦ He was assigned at cumc when the construction of cathedral, i remember him monitoring the construction like an civil engineer.. just like me.. hehehe
I love being his little helper when he is doing carpentry works, one day he told me that my hands where like of a girl.. So i washed my hands even if just coming from work that is why my hands have large veins., i wanted to have hands like him., hehehe
Speaking of hands….
One vivid memory when he was in the bed lying, i think he was just thinking or contemplating. I lay beside him and hold his hands .. squeezing from time to time, without words but we communicated with every squeeze …. On that sunday he included that into sermon… showing love in simple things… i loved the thought that he appreciated the simple gesture….
On his last hours, he Reached for my hands when in pain..
I did not know that would be our Last time holding hands..
The last time I would say "I love you Pang" in a hesitant Whisper.. coz i don't what him to go.
Afraid that when i say I love you… he will go.
See you again pang. Until we can again hold hands in the presence of the Lord..
I love you!
Bunso... Collapse
The earliest memory of papa would be that he would bike me to school here in Obrero FUMC Twinkle star during my Nursery. One day he took a different route. I think we usually take bajada then right on corner polo St. the now corner convenience store. I forgot the reason, maybe I was afraid for taking a different route. Up to my highschool days he would sometimes drive me to school using his trustee l200 yamaha motorcycle... I think that was the reason i fell in love with motorcycles.
Stories from papa:
Papa was born poor, he told us as story once:
When he was in elementary he would walk to school barefoot, when it would rain in the afternoon he would walk home wet. When he had no pencil and asked his father some ang sabi dawn ang father niya gamtin nya da tudlo niya pang sulat because lolo could not afford to buy even a pencil for papa. Papa would climb bayabas trees and barter bayabas fruits for pencil from his classmates.
But lolo and lola gave importance to his education and with papa’s hard work even with all the challenges he faced he graduated high school.. wearing a girls shoes they borrowed from a family friend.
Elementary: Kabacan elementary School
High school: MIT now USM
Bible school: Mt. Apo Christian workers school
College: Magsaysay memorial college / Kings college/ Zamboanga City
BACHELOR OF ARTS
BACHELOR OF EDUCATION
Theological studies
MASTER OF DIVINITY – MAGNA CUM LAUDE at union theological seminary Dasmarinas cavite
Master of Theology – SEAGST, union theological Seminary
His Work dedication :
50 Years until he retired total of 60 years in the ministry for there is no retirement in the ministry. He once told me that he wanted to die wearing his boots. Which he did, just few hours before his heart attack he gave his last benediction here in FUMC and
Earliest memory of papa WORKING, he was wearing his sando his back to me, typing on his type writer. I was about 4 year old then. That was when we he was assigned at marbel Cotabato. As I try to recall most of my memories has have been him always working,… sitting… typing his tik tok tik tok cling! Tsktskstsk type writer. It would always amaze me, how fast he could use that thing. Then when Sunday came, and when he delivers his sermon, his sermon would be well composed and beautifully delivered. you can ask anyone and most will tell you that his sermon was well thought and made, from grammar, arrangement of thoughts, the cohesion as it was arranged.
Reading his autobiography now, (papa wrote his autobiography) I now understand why he was so busy when he was making his sermons, he wanted to make it perfect, because his congregation are composed of professionals, executives, principals, lawyers, doctors. I can understand the pressure he must have felt, for I am guilty of nit picking the grammatical errors, tenses, pronunciations of speakers, teachers, and even pastors, the usual mistakes we make when we are not that eloquent in English.
I remember a story about him, during when he was still a young pastor , he was told to stay with a certain family, he overheard them arguing about having another mouth to feed so he searched for another place to stay. I think that really stuck with him. (Bring bible, bring hymnal and do visitation 1 hr before meal).
Im happy when hearing testimonies of his mentoring and from someone he has somehow helped.. because he would never even a hint to us marites anything about who he was counseling or what he was counseling.
We do not know who he may have save, comforted and or pulled away from the edge of taking someone’s life or their own.
◦ Request that if sana you keep his memory alive by paying it forward. If he has helped you towards christ /ministry Help the next diamond in the rough.
Family
◦ Sacrifice… being a Pastor 24/7, that took most of his time and somehow took that time away from me =(.. parents spend time with your children and children spend time with your parents
◦ even with a pastor's salary we never went hungry, thanks to mama, papa and he Lord of course.
Aside from work his hobbies where:
◦ Cowboy movies
◦ books, lots of them, he even had quoran and the book of mormons
◦ Carpentry works mahilig sa DIY (namana ko ata)
◦ He was assigned at cumc when the construction of cathedral, i remember him monitoring the construction like an civil engineer.. just like me.. hehehe
I love being his little helper when he is doing carpentry works, one day he told me that my hands where like of a girl.. So i washed my hands even if just coming from work that is why my hands have large veins., i wanted to have hands like him., hehehe
Speaking of hands….
One vivid memory when he was in the bed lying, i think he was just thinking or contemplating. I lay beside him and hold his hands .. squeezing from time to time, without words but we communicated with every squeeze …. On that sunday he included that into sermon… showing love in simple things… i loved the thought that he appreciated the simple gesture….
On his last hours, he Reached for my hands when in pain..
I did not know that would be our Last time holding hands..
The last time I would say "I love you Pang" in a hesitant Whisper.. coz i don't what him to go.
Afraid that when i say I love you… he will go.
See you again pang. Until we can again hold hands in the presence of the Lord..
I love you!
Bunso... Collapse