Yesterday was an altogether amazing experience. Starting from the afternoon when we watched the place being setup, `til the time I left Bahay ng Alumni.

I've only seen Sir J cry once, that was maybe a year and a half ago. He always struck me as taong bato, and it was humbling to see a man like him cry. Earlier yesterday afternoon, he shared about how God's message was so clear to him about the Club. He said that God was molding leaders in the Club. People he never thought would stand up and speak about God and the Word were there. The feeling was so overwhelming that he broke down in tears.

I think that people mock people who openly praise God, because it's out of the norm. People automatically think that it's just for show. People make judgments when they hear that this group is Christian. Even my mother has something to say about me being in StreetDance. She says you should surround yourself with people that have the same belief. But regardless of what you call your religion, isn't it the same belief? To believe in God? I don't think it hinders me from my being Catholic. Not at all. We all respect each other's beliefs. And I have a hard time explaining to my mother who is sarado Katoliko. But that's how it is.

Last night, Bahay ng Alumni was filled with people. For whatever reason, they were there because they wanted to be. God moves through everything - in this case, in the waves, the pops, the locks, the stunts, the steps of each dance. We only hope that we were able to make a mark in even just one person in the audience last night. Hopefully, there is a change of heart.

I've always said this, but I do love the Club with all my heart. Maybe that's why even if I have graduated already, I still come back. It's not something out of habit, or it's not something to do because I have nothing else. It's because I want to. It's my passion. It's my calling.