Conrad Manalansan still remembers the first time his mother met Southern Baptist missionary Jack Branan. Conrad was 7 years old. Life could not have been worse. His father had broken off contact with his mother. As a “second wife,” she was left with nothing. She moved her son, his sister and herself to a cheap, one-room basement apartment. His sister got out: she eloped.
Conrad and his mother tried to make ends meet by selling tomatoes or garlic or whatever they could get from a wagon outside the market. In a short time they were two months behind on their rent, their rice was gone and they were about to be forced onto the street.
“It's all right. God will provide,” the young boy told his mother, repeating the lesson he had heard from Rosanne Branan, Jack's wife, the times he wandered into her Sunday school room. The suggestion enraged her. “There is no God,” she screamed. “For others there may be God, but there is no God for us.” A few minutes later Branan, from Culloden, Ga., knocked on the door. He had visited Conrad before, but each time the boy's mother had hidden. This time she faced him. He explained quietly, “God has been speaking to me and told me to give you this.” He handed her a 100 peso bill.
That was 25 years ago. Life did get better, but by no means did it ever get easy. Every day they struggled to pay for food and rent. One low point came after they had been living with his uncle; he kicked them out because they wouldn't attend services of a Christian sect he became involved with. Conrad continued to help his mother as well as complete high school. Through it all he kept what he refers to today as his “simple faith,” trusting that God would provide. Each time, he says, God came through.
Today he's among the “heroes of the faith” in the Philippines, according to Branan, a career church planter in Manila. Their families remained close as Conrad and one of Branan's sons grew up as friends. His mother eventually got a job as a Tagalog-language teacher and began attending a small Baptist church. When that job ended, she became a day care director as well as a key leader in the congregation. In 1979 that church started a mission. Manalansan and his mother found themselves leading weekly prayer meetings.
The mission enjoyed a series of strong pastors. When the last left and the church was having difficulty attracting a replacement, Manalansan was confronted with a decision. By that time he had been graduated with honors from high school and was well into college. He knew the Bible. He felt prepared to assume the pastoral role. His mother encouraged him to do so. But he kept backing off. A lifetime in the midst of poverty made him yearn for something different. “I was reluctant to be a pastor. I wanted to serve the Lord, but I wanted to make money. Pastors here don't make a lot of money,” he says.
Reluctantly he agreed to lead the church on a temporary, volunteer basis. His stint went on for two years. Meanwhile he finished school and was working as a public school teacher, a job he found satisfying except for the low pay. He considered giving up preaching to make some extra money, but he had discovered “God gave him blessings” through his work with the church. “Personally I entered a covenant with God,” he explains. “I told God that if he gave me a job sufficient for my everyday needs, I would continue to serve him without salary.”
On his 22nd birthday in 1987 he resigned his teaching post, sifted through the help wanted section of the Sunday newspaper and applied for a sales job with an international pharmaceutical company. The advertisement attracted 800 applicants. Many had medical experience. Most had sales experience. Manalansan had neither, but after eight interviews and two tests, he was one of the men offered the relatively high-paying position. “That was when God lifted me up,” he says. “I knew I didn't get the job on my own, but through prayers.”
Manalansan has enjoyed his success. For the first time in his life he has insurance to take care of himself and his mother, now 72, who continues to live with him. They both live in a house he bought next door to the one his uncle kicked him out of years before. He has a car. But despite the pressures of maintaining his business, he has kept his word. Every week he leads the service at Lord Side Baptist Church. Looking back over the 30 years of his life thus far he's still somewhat incredulous. “My whole life is a miracle,” he says. “After all, most of the kids I was selling tomatoes with are still selling tomatoes. The Lord has been good.”
Copyright (c) 1995 Baptist Press
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Conrad Manalansan lived in the Philippines. He was 7 years old. And very poor. His father had broken off contact with his mother. As a “second wife,” she was left with nothing. She moved her son, his sister and herself to a cheap, one-room basement apartment. His sister got out: she eloped.
Conrad and his mother tried to make ends meet by selling tomatoes or garlic or whatever they could get from a wagon outside the market. In a short time they were two months behind on their rent, their rice was gone and they were about to be forced onto the street.
“It's all right. God will provide,” the young boy told his mother. Conrad was repeating the lesson he had heard from Baptist missionaries in a Sunday School class. The suggestion enraged his mother. “There is no God,” she screamed. “For others there may be God, but there is no God for us.”
A few minutes later the Baptist missionary knocked on their door. He had visited Conrad before, but each time the boy's mother had hidden. This time she faced him. He explained quietly, “God has been speaking to me and told me to give you this.” He handed her a 100 peso bill.
That was 25 years ago. Both Conrad and his mother became Christians. Their life never got easy, but it did get better. Through it all Conrad kept what he refers to today as his “simple faith,” trusting that God would provide. Each time, he says, God came through.
Today he is a “hero of the faith” is his local church, and his mother leads a prayer meeting.