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From Darkness To Light
From Darkness To Light
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Bishop Lily B. Libo-on was a Muslim when Yeshua HaMashiach took her from darkness. A journalist who turned into a preacher, she used to work overseas for years until Jesus of Nazareth appeared before her to heal her thyroid cancer and brought her to light.

In the years to follow, God sends her to nations as a missionary pastor during which signs, wonders and miracles follow her wherever she goes.

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Release dateJan 22, 2019
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From Darkness To Light
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Lily B. Libo-on

Bishop Lily B. Libo-on was a Muslim when Yeshua HaMashiach took her from darkness. A journalist who turned into a preacher, she used to work overseas for years until Jesus of Nazareth appeared before her to heal her thyroid cancer and brought her to light. In the years to follow, God sends her to nations as a missionary pastor during which signs, wonders and miracles follow her wherever she goes. She is the only ordained lady bishop in the Middle East. "From Darkness To Light" is a testimony of God's goodness and faithfulness to His people who return to God.

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    From Darkness To Light - Lily B. Libo-on

    From Darkness To Light

    1st edition

    First printing in April 2018

    All Scriptures quoted from NIV 2000

    Copyright @ 2018 by Myrlle B. Libo-on

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may

    be reproduced., described or transmitted in any

    form or by any means, including photocopying,

    recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,

    without the prior written permission of the author,

    except for the use of brief quotation cited in some pages.

    Dedication

    I humbly dedicate this book to Abba Shebashamayim,

    our Lord God Almighty and Father of Yeshua HaMashiach, my Savior and Lord, Deliverer and Great Protector, who took me out of darkness.

    Preface

    Before I became a born-again Christian, I already thought of writing a book about my life by the time I'd retire and live peacefully beside the sea. But, I never dreamed of writing spiritually-laden books. Firstly, I was focused on the world and what it brought to me, my family and career. As a journalist, I travelled more often across the Asia-Pacific Region, especially to attend conferences of the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP). Secondly, I was in a quandary as to the existence of God and what religion would definitely lead me to Him. Once in an open space, I had the propensity to look at the sky searching for answers to my questions. I used to gaze at the sun and at the moon to see whether God was there. But, I could not find even His shadow. Nor concrete answers to intriguing questions in my mind.

    Out of desperation, I sometimes went with our domestic helpers belonging to different religions hoping to find what I had been looking for. But, it led me to nowhere. Even dreams of people falling from planet earth and consumed by a blazing fire left me no explanation. At 7, I was sick with influenza one day. My mom instructed our domestic helper to keep me awake for fear that the high fever would harm my eyes. About 3 p.m. that day, an angel came with a golden bowl full of golden cubes. These golden cubes were put into my mouth, and I ate them all without any question. More so, I dreamed of a man dressed in a white robe leading me to a mountain where he took two big books from a shallow pit inside a cave. He disappeared after turning over to me these books saying, Take care of these books. I opened these books, but all the pages were empty. I could hear and see waters rushing towards the cave and flooding the place so I hurried up. I then woke up.

    In this long search for a true God, I was led to Islam. But, in my early 50's, I became born again. No born-again Christian preached to me. But, Yeshua HaMashiach appeared to me amidst my terminal sickness and said, I came to pull you out from darkness. Repent for I am the true God. From then on, the Holy Spirit, who sealed me for redemption, kept on saying, Write books for the glory of God. By 12 December 2006, I began scribbling the first chapter of this book. Slowly, I continued writing. It took me over a decade to complete this book, From Darkness To Light. Then, God began reminding me to look at the revelation notebooks where I wrote what God told me to do and His promises to me. I did the editing painstakingly, checking on the time, the date, the place and the exact words God spoke to me.

    I went home to the Philippines 18 September 2017 to print this book, among other things. I failed to do it for I was hospitalized for 19 days, few days after I arrived in Mindanao. I came back to Dubai with God's instruction to include my recent bout of illness in the book. After a complete recuperation, I started writing again before 2017 ended. I wrote about what happened to me in Chapter 21 Running God's Race and in Chapter 25 Mission Continues.

    I thank our eldest sister, Myrna, for providing pictures taken during our Jericho March to our Prayer Mountain and for taking care of me during my sickness. I thank my brother, Marlou, for patiently looking after me inside the hospital and even after I was discharged. He was a blessing to me, preaching to me daily to lift me up all my days in the hospital. I am grateful to my sisters, Edith and Eva, for their prayers. I am also thankful to my sons, Jad and Jhung and Corin for being there at the NAIA to see me off as I departed for Dubai. Most of all, I thank Pastor Jung Inju for my wonderful brief stay at the Philippine Holy Joy Church and Pastor Manny Maliwat, who was there all the time to take me to the doctors and to ensure that I did not starve. I am also grateful to all members of the Holy Joy Church, Inc. UAE for their fervent prayers and financial help.

    Above all, I praise and thank the Lord our God, Yeshua HaMashiach, for preserving my life, my family, and my ministry and for choosing me to be His servant. Out of darkness, He has truly pulled me out so I can see the light and live in the light and life of God.

    Isaiah 43:16, 18-19 This is what the Lord says— he who made a way through the sea, a path through the mighty waters, Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."

    31 December 2017

    Bishop Lily B. Libo-on

    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1 The Way to God’s Kingdom

    Chapter 2 God Chooses His Vessels

    Chapter 3 Restoring What My Soul Has Lost

    Chapter 4 God Plans To Prosper His Children

    Chapter 5 God Calls For A Purpose

    Chapter 6 Following The Son Of God

    Chapter 7 God Anoints To Teach

    Chapter 8 God Repays His Chosen Vessels

    Chapter 9 Fasting and Prayer

    Chapter 10 God Calls My Grandsons By His Name

    Chapter 11 God Feeds My Brethren For P2,000

    Chapter 12 God Calls Us To Obedience

    Chapter 13 God Sets Me Apart

    Chapter 14 God Testifies By Signs

    Chapter 15 God Says Repent

    Chapter 16 God Sees My Heart’s Desire

    Chapter 17 Submission Brings Prosperity

    Chapter 18 God Carries Us Through

    Chapter 19 Remain In The Lord

    Chapter 20 God's Presence Is Enough

    Chapter 21 Running God's Race

    Chapter 22 Power and Authority of God

    Chapter 23 Demon Slaying

    Chapter 24 God Fulfills His Promise

    Chapter 25 Mission Continues

    The Way to God’s Kingdom

    "Jesus answered, I am the way and the truth and the life, No one comes to the Father except through me."

    - John 14:6

    My Muslim friends call me Hannah Jamilah. For 24 long years I had been working abroad in Islamic countries. As a Muslim, I religiously prayed in the mosque though women were never required to perform prayers there. I fasted during Ramadhan without fail. I even prayed nightly Istikhara for a special intention in my life.

    All these years I never dreamed of one day meeting Jesus Christ face to face. I only believed in him as a prophet, as a messiah and as a messenger of God. Qur’an 3:45 (And remember) when the angels said: O Mary! Lo! Allah giveth thee glad tidings of a word from Him, whose name is the Messiah, Jesus, son of Mary, illustrious in the world and the Hereafter, and one of those brought near (to Allah)

    But it happened. Jesus Christ was standing before me few hours before lunch time on June 21, 2005. And He said: I came to claim you back from darkness. Am I in darkness? I used to think of myself as a pious Muslim. How could I be in darkness?  

    This all started when I got a thyroid cancer. While working in Brunei Darussalam, I experienced pain on my throat as I was taking breakfast. That was towards end of October 2004, two months after I planned to join the next Haj pilgrimage. Thinking I mistakenly swallowed a fish bone, I went to see a doctor. There, I underwent several laboratory tests: T1, T2, T3 and ultrasound. When everything was done, the doctor told me I had multiple cysts all over my thyroid. Some were as big as two inches. I was advised for biopsy. But, I was too scared to do so. Months passed. Pain started to be too excruciating that  I decided to go back to the doctor six months after. Laboratory tests were done again. After a couple of weeks, I woke up to the truth that I got a thyroid cancer.

    Even so, I consoled myself. I thought a different diagnosis could be had by another doctor. A second opinion would be better. I put all my things in a garage sale. Then I personally went to the Immigration Department with my employer's PRO to have my work permit cancelled. I went home to Manila a month after that.

    Arriving in the evening flight, I decided to see a thyroid cancer specialist the following day. Just the same, nothing changed. I heard the same verdict. I was dying. The doctor advised me for an urgent operation to remove all of my thyroid. It may stop the cancer, he said.  

    Before deciding, I asked the doctor: Would an operation render me safe? He replied in a big No. Even if the removal of the entire thyroid would stop the cancer cells from spreading, I still had to take a lifetime medication. This is a capsule that will cost me over P896 each.

    The thyroid is the only part of the body that uses the iodine absorbed from the food I am taking, he explained. Without thyroid, I may grow uncontrollably obese and may feel weak unless I take the capsule daily to make my body function normally.

    My mind started calculating. If I could not find an overseas job again, how could I get a lifetime supply of this capsule? I would still die any time. I then decided not to undergo any operation at all, and to just wait for death to come.

    That night, I was very quiet. After praying the Isyaa, I thought of letting my daughter know in Muslim Mindanao, south of Manila, that I got cancer. But I would not like to go home there. I never wanted my loved ones to cry when I finally die. My father, while still alive, taught me that tears were signs of a man’s weakness. He told me not to cry on his death.

    The following day, an early morning call to my mobile awakened me. It came from my eldest sister. She told me to go home to Mindanao. My youngest sister and her friends, who had gone on mission there, would lay their hands on me. This sister gave her testimony how Jesus of Nazareth healed her instantly. I was amazed when she recounted how she and my other sister, who had five various sicknesses, got instantly healed. I wanted to ask her, Would Jesus heal a Muslim? Yet, my words were buried deep inside my throat.

    My sisters and mother waited for days. They sent me money for my ticket to Mindanao, two days travel by boat from Manila. But, I did not go home. Little did I know that my family fasted and prayed for two weeks so I would go home.

    One night, I just felt like going home to Mindanao. That time, I could hardly swallow water. The pain seemed creeping all over my throat down to my right lung. I felt so terrible.

    On June 19, 2005 I left Manila before midnight. This time, I had firmly decided to try Jesus. He could heal me if He wanted to just like what my sister had claimed. At the time I made a decision, my sister and her team already left for Dumaguete City. Their mission in Mindanao was over. So I had to follow them there.  

    Arriving in Dumaguete City, my sisters and their friends started sharing with me about Jesus. Some kind of a debate ensued. Using the Qur’an, I began arguing. Thirty minutes passed meaninglessly. We were heading to nowhere. Then, my youngest sister, who became a Christian at 17, stood up and told me boldly. You wanted to come to Jesus? Put down your Qur’an and we’d use the Holy Bible. I obliged and their preaching continued.

    Her friend, Edna, was sharing me the word. I heard her say, Jesus answered, I am the way and the truth and the life, No one comes to the Father except through me.  (John 14:6) I could feel some kind of a dagger pierced my heart. A grim realization overwhelmed me. I was praying five times, even six times (with Istikhara), a day. Yet, if I continue to see Jesus Christ as a prophet, as a messenger, and as a messiah, and not as the living Son of God, I could not see God and enter His Kingdom for which I had been praying for.

    The sharing of God’s word ended. With all my heart, I received Jesus. I closed my eyes as they laid their hands on me. I could faintly hear my two sisters and two of their friends speaking in tongues. Even the English interpretation of what they were saying came so vaguely. Like a picture frame, my mind was caught up with Isa Al-Masih (Jesus) and his Injil. The Qur’an talks of the Injil to refer to the New Testament of the Holy Bible. Qur’an 3:48 Allah says And we will teach him (Jesus) the Scripture and wisdom, and the Torah and the Gospel (Injil).

    In Surah Al-Fatihah, Muslims pray five times a day to Allah, Show us the way (Qur’an 1:5). But just a few minutes ago, I heard Jesus’ Injil in the Holy Bible saying, I am the way, the truth and the life, No one comes to the Father except through me. This word seemed to squeeze my heart dry.

    While I was completely lost to this gospel, I could feel a very little hand, so soft, holding my left palm. I wondered, while my eyes were still shut, whose hand could it be? I did not see any child around before the preaching and the laying on of hands on me began. I knew my sister’s children were all grown up. This intrigued me and made me open my eyes.

    A man standing in a white flowing robe, shining brighter than the sun, met my eyes. I was sitting in the center of the living room. My head was bent down that time.  It remained so that I could only see the man from his waist down. But the hand and the feet bore wounds on them. Instantly, I knew it was Jesus. As a journalist, I was trained to write only the facts and to believe only what my eyes could see. I closed my eyes again trying to justify what I saw. I thought Perhaps, I seemed to see Jesus because my mind focused on Him and his Injil.

    While I was drowned in my thoughts, I could feel a warm current, a jolting wave it seemed, creeping so fast from the hand holding me towards my throat. Then, from my throat, I could feel the same electrifying current pulling out something from there. I opened my eyes again.

    This time, I saw Jesus’ heart. The heart was chocolate brown. I wondered, Why is the heart of Jesus chocolate brown? I asked myself because I saw a lot of pictures of Jesus with a red heart in Roman Catholic schools and churches and printed in yearly calendars.

    Just as I thought about his heart, I heard Him speak. He said, This is the mud that you throw into my heart. I came to claim you back from darkness. As soon as I heard His Words, I began melting in His presence. His body started to radiate blinding lights. I could feel myself reducing till I became like the size of a pair of slippers before Him. I started weeping and pleading to the top of my voice Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me Lord. I repeated these a countless times as I wept aloud for over three hours.

    My entire body was shaking.  The presence of Jesus of Nazareth consumed me. It became a healing presence to me. I could feel something was removed as I became smaller and smaller and smaller.  I could not remember how Jesus left. I was never aware of my surrounding anymore. I could only hear my own voice pleading for forgiveness. I could only feel my body shaking and reducing. I never attempted to open my eyes again after that blinding light took control of me.  

    When my cries became just intermittent sobs, I opened my eyes for the third time. Jesus was not there anymore. I looked at my watch, which showed 12.45 past noon time. I also checked the time on the wall clock. It was the same. When I closed my eyes for the laying of hands, it was 9.30 in the morning.

    As I returned to my senses, I found everybody sitting in front of me, staring at me with quizzical look in their eyes. They told me God had healed me. They said that God revealed it to them in the interpretation of their speaking in tongues. I replied, Yes, I know. Jesus appeared before me to heal me. They started asking me questions, and I answered them of what I experienced. After that detailed testimony to them, my sister said we had to take lunch.

    About 3pm, all of us took our lunch. As I swallowed the first solid food I ever had since three months, I knew I was healed. I started crying again. No more pain. No more lump on my throat. I was completely healed.  

    After that mid afternoon lunch, they talked about water baptism as the first step of obedience to the Lord Jesus. I told my sister to find me a pastor. I desired to make that first step of obedience. That was Sunday. Most of the ministers were already in their respective churches. So it was only past 4pm that my sister got hold of a lady pastor. My sister’s house was just a stone’s throw from the seashore. There, I got water baptized off Silliman University Beach.

    Something happened during the water baptism.  As the lady pastor raised her hand to baptize me, I started seeing her countenance change to Jesus. I closed my eyes and wept. After that, my other sister advised me to go with her to a Sunday service about 7pm that day. I did go with her, only to be confronted with another unexplained knowledge of the pastor about my condition.

    Worship already started when we arrived. But, as the pastor in the pulpit made his altar call, he looked at me and said, Come forward. I will pray for you. When he prayed, he told me, Today, God has forgiven you and the angels of heaven have rejoiced for you. My tears rolled down my cheeks again. I knew deep inside me God had really taken over me completely from darkness. I have become the child of God. And, as a child of God, I have become an heir to the Kingdom of God.

    John 1:12 "To them who received Him and believed in His name, He has given them the right to be called children of God."

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