In Loving Memory: Father Me

Today, I attended Saturday service ‘cos there was a special production on and church told us regular Sunday people to attend Saturday service ‘cos it’d be super packed on Sunday. I helped with the “welcoming crew”.

It was meant to be an evangelistic meeting. The 5 song presentation by the youth/young adults was good and I thought some of the singers were really outstanding.

Our pastor gave her sermon and only after the sermon did I realise she did not reference the bible at all. I wonder if that’s a good thing?

She talked of broken families and relationships and how God is the only one who can mend, renew and refresh us.  

I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should because I was still light-headed from my fever attack yesterday. Not sure why I felt ill yesterday.

At the end of service there was altar call and the song they sang was, “So You Would Come”. I was reminded of the time when that song affected my father so much. I didn’t write much about it on this blog but looking at my prayer journal, it really was when my father was touched by God.

It was a healing service my dad had attended, they had an altar call and played So You Would Come. He was slain and felt/saw a hand go into his body and pull something out. Not only that he felt a burning sensation from his head to his waist, a fire that was so hot that it rendered my father speechless and in tears. The effect must’ve been awesome because I remember how he was trying to relay the experience at dinner and he couldn’t without choking. In fact, my father wasn’t quite himself that night.  

I was reading through my posts from that time and I feel strengthened. I am humbled.