One of the main missions that God had given me was to galvanize the churches in the region to prepare for the coming hard economic times. As such, though I was appointed as the missionary pastor of Alfa Omega Ministries, Indonesia, I was unable to preach regularly on Sunday in Batam.
Only in 2015 was I able to commit for a year to preach at some 4 services on one weekend each month. I would arrive in Batam on Saturday afternoon in time to preach at the evening youth service. The next day, I would attend the service in the main congregation in Baloi Centre, Batam at about 7 am before leaving at about 9.30am to preach at an affiliated congregation in Batu Haji, Batam. After lunch, I would take the fast boat service to Tanjong Uban to preach there at 2 pm. After which, I would catch the last ferry at 5 pm to head back to Batam for the evening service at another congregation near the jetty.
On one particular Sunday, while waiting for the last boat service at 5 pm at the ferry terminal cafe, I was assured that the custom officers or the boat operator would announce or call for us when the boat was about to depart. But the last service went off without us. I prayed for a miraculous option, despite the terrible slim odds, to take us back to Batam in time for the evening service. Without any particular reason, the last boat turned back for us fifteen minutes later. I was still loitering around the jetty thinking of options and praying. Had I just left immediately to look for a hotel to stay overnight in Tanjong Uban, I would miss the boat returning for us. What a relief and heartfelt gratitude to our Lord for an answered prayer. Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord !
On the day I was about to bring my two younger children to Gold Coast Australia in November 2016, I went to my office to clear some paperwork first in the afternoon. I left my office keys in the public toilet on a careless moment after leaving the office. By the time I remembered the incident, it was already 3 hours past and I rushed back to the office. I prayed along the way and by the grace of God, the keys were still in the same place. If not, I would have to spend time replacing the keys which would be so tedious and time consuming and I might not have the time to do so as we were catching the flight later in the evening. I prayed for a calm spirit, given the vexed situation, and a safe and hassle free trip as well.
At the check in counter at the airport, I was informed that my Australian passport visa was not valid. And thanks be to God, it could be processed immediately at another counter to my relief.
We checked into the hotel immediately upon arriving at Gold Coast in the morning. We went straight up to the hotel room on the 17th floor after collecting the keys. While I was bringing in two pieces of luggage into the room and turning around to pick up the third just outside the room, it was gone. Someone had stolen it so fast. I rushed straight down to the lobby to inform the hotel security. Unfortunately the hotel did not have CCTV security. I informed all the counter staff and guests at the lobby to look out for my black luggage bag before I went back up to the 17th floor. This was to prevent the thief from using the escape staircase to sneak out of the lobby. Then I went down the escape staircase from the 17th floor. After going down 2 flight of stairs, I saw my black luggage. It was slit open at the side but I lost nothing.
Though there was nothing valuable in the luggage It contained my son’s special eczema creams and many sets of clothing to last the trip which he would need to change frequently. If the bag was not recovered, it would greatly inconvenience us for the whole holiday trip.
I was really grateful that God had answered my prayer yet again in spite of so many inconveniences and possibly not making the holiday as well. All thanks and glory to His name.