A story of God’s grace is the story of this man. He uprooted his family from 10th Avenue in Caloocan and brought them to Bulacan, where he engaged in poultry business, The business however did not make good.

He again tried to get some capital to restart, this time he made his house and the lot on which it stands as the collateral for the loan. Again he did not make good. He lost his business. His property– his house and his lot– was about to be bidded by the bank. The bank now owned it.

He wandered in Caloocan again. And one day, he chanced by the Bible Study Center. He was curious. He had some questions. But instead of answering his questions, they told him to go up and attend a Bible study class. He met his Lord, became a Christian, and member of Caloocan church

His wife was worried about their property. His brethren at church–the church that used to meet at Victoria building in Monumento– told him to trust God, and it was the same thing he told his wife. None of them could help him financially, they being all poor in the world’s goods.

He had a small congregation met in his house in Valenzuela on Sunday afternoon, and the people who attended also consisted of his neighbors and friends. Still the worry over his property hovered over him and his wife, but he took the courage to say: “Ipasa Dios na lang natin yan. Bahala na ang Panginoon.”

Then he went to the bank and asked one of the tellers what options he had. He was told to bid. But there were many bidders too, some of them his neighbors who had been jealously eyeing his property. The teller told him to talk each his neighbors who were bidding together with him. If he could make them understand his plight, if he could make them back out from the bidding, if he was left as the only bidder to the property, then he had taken one of the worries over his head. He did. On the day of bidding, they opened only one envelope: His bidded P320,000 for the property which years ago he had bought for a measly sum, and for which he owed the bank P160,000.

But where would he get the P320,000 to pay for his bid, was the next worry. “Ipa sa Dios na lang natin.”

One day he saw some of his neighbors making a bee-line to the house of the rich man in their community. He asked them what were they up to? They said they were going to borrow money from Mr. Reyes. “Could I also borrow from him?” he asked. “You try,” they told him.

And so he had a talk with Mr. Reyes. The rich man, who was also his neighbor, was kind. Mr. Reyes gave him the money to pay the bank.
How would he pay Mr. Reyes? was the next question. He wrote his son Mario Angelo to help. And so it was this son Mar who paid Mr. Reyes, in installment.

His wife remained a Christian and died at a ripe old age. His two children, named Mel and Mar, have remained Christians and are members of Caloocan church to this day.

“Ipa sa Dios na lang natin yan” became the favorite phrase of the old man who one day visited the Bible Study Center, learned the Bible and was converted to Christ. The old man remained a Christian throughout his life. He was the first to go home to his Lord, had preceded even his wife who a few months ago we had buried in a cemetery in Valenzuela. The old man’s name is Mauro Castro.

“Ipa sa Dios na lang natin iyan!”

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