John Holbrook

Career Missionary since 2011.

John and Rodelyn Holbrook grew up playing together in the mountains of the Philippines where John’s family served as AFM missionaries. Both John and Rodelyn heard God’s call to missions while still in elementary school, and both pursued educations to prepare them for this calling. After John’s graduation in the States, he returned to the Philippines to start a new AFM project among the Tawbuid. His friendship with Rodelyn was rekindled, and they eventually married.

John and Rodelyn, along with their daughter Ellen Joy, continue to plant churches among the Tawbuid on the Philippine island of Mindoro. God’s ministry through them and the native church leaders has grown to include four tribes and numerous churches. Currently, their primary focus is training and equipping native leaders and missionaries in church leadership, evangelism, healthcare, agriculture and earning a livelihood. They are also working to help native students receive higher education in order to return and help their tribes in development and evangelism.

Frontier Stories

The Big Fight

The Devil is real, and he is not happy.

By: John Holbrook
March 01 2012, 7:09 am | Comments 0

Poisoned

I had never heard of such a crazy treatment, and I was afraid the villagers would run me out of town if I tried it, but anything was worth a shot.

By: John Holbrook
February 01 2012, 6:10 am | Comments 0

War

Our enemy is very real, and he is fighting very hard to keep God’s lost sheep in slavery.

By: John Holbrook
January 01 2012, 7:27 am | Comments 0

Forbidden Valley

Huge drops of rain pelted Ramon and Standing like gravel falling from the pitch-black sky. It was 1 a.m. Friday morning, and they were cold, sore and about to faint from hunger. “One more river crossing, and it will all be over,” Ramon mumbled to himself as he and his companion groped their way along the trail in the inky darkness.

By: John Holbrook
November 30 2011, 7:25 pm | Comments 0

Launch to Mindoro

Ripppp! I froze, half-way into my seat, and slowly looked around to see if anyone else had heard the sound of fabric tearing. A man in a business suit strolled down the aisle of the airplane toward me. Across the aisle, a retired lady on group tour stared out the window at the ground crew preparing the plane for departure. Behind me, a middle-aged Filipino lady was already asleep. I seemed to have escaped detection.

Trying to act nonchalant, I ran my hand down my hip to inspect the damage. Sure enough, my threadbare jeans had decided to give way. For the next 27 hours of travel to Manila, I had the added comfort of air conditioning for my lower extremities. Yep, I was back to mission life—sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes comical, always unpredictable.

By: John Holbrook
November 01 2011, 7:39 am | Comments 0

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