Papal crucifix on my rosary.
Photo by Wuan.
I saw in my mind?s eye the vision of Mum, resplendent and radiating, and smiling. She was being lifted from her bed on both sides by what I believed were angels. Mum never looked better. For a moment, exhilaration swept over me. I have never seen Mum any more beautiful than that. As I opened my eyes, the singing of hymns jolted me into reality. And tears flowed down my cheeks. Deep inside, I had an inexplicable realisation that Mum had already left me. Perhaps that was God?s way of telling me that He had taken Mum into his fold and that she was no longer suffering the worldly pains that had anguished her, and me, so much for the past few weeks.
2003 – The Year That Was
?That could be the work of the devil,? someone said to me when I related to her about how I came to accept God into my life.
After what I saw that fateful night, nothing anyone said could have changed my conviction that there beyond doubt is a Supreme Being, one that represents all things holy and pure from where all things come. For one who never had faith in the Almighty for thirty seven years, that about turn was astounding. All the years of denying and fighting simply melted away. For once, I was overwhelmed by a consummate tranquillity that I have never experienced before.
If that indeed was Satan?s ploy, he lost me because it was exactly that revelation that tipped me over to the other side. Nevertheless, anything as beautiful as what I saw can never be from the nether regions. The bliss that overcame me those few minutes was sufficient to convince me that it was the embodiment of absolute goodness that can only originate from above. Come what may, this journey is one that I will persist on. I have seen the Light. There is no looking back now.