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 !