“He has made His wonderful works to be remembered; The Lord is gracious and full of compassion (Psalm 111:4). Born a Roman Catholic to devout parents, I believed my world was good. My late uncle was a Capuchin Priest and my brother, a Monsignor, now in the Catholic Church. Under this influence I put on the garment of my own holiness. Attending mass daily and partaking of the Eucharist was a routine affair for me. The Capuchin Friars realizing that I was the right person for their tribe sent me to the Vocation Camp for Priesthood. Thank God, I failed them. My mother was more of a believer, and at a tender age, I was often chosen among my six brothers to accompany her for any Christian Convention in our vicinity.

On one such occasion, the Evangelist gave the Word of God and sang a song, ‘I’m gonna wake up for my Jesus’. This was the spark that remained dormant in me for thirty years and set a huge blaze later through His messengers. As was God’s plan, twenty years back, He sent two Catholic people -born again believers to track me down. “You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit”(John 15:16). Even though they convinced me of God’s love, I was yet a hard nut to crack, being steeped in Catholic traditions until Jesus showed me a passing vision of Himself while I got awakened in my slumber. Being more of a skeptic I wouldn’t even believe that it was Jesus whom I saw until He did prove it. I told Him that I wouldn’t believe it was Him until He took away the splitting headache I was having at that time since four hours. And in a few minutes I was healed.

After accepting Jesus as the Lord of my life, I gave up my small habits of drinking and gambling, left the Catholic Church and joined a Believers’ Church. From thence a lot of signs and wonders took place. I remember on one occasion, I was asked to deliver a parcel to a friend. When I went to the house, I saw her father lying sick in bed for days. The spirit in me made me to pray with compassion for him and I returned home.

The next day, this friend called up my wife to say that he had got up from bed after being immobile for days. I learnt the power of prayer. God began blessing me, be it in finances or housing, or jobs, or  careers of my children. This made the enemy very angry, for he tried to steal our joys. We went through trying times. The hand of God had been with us and seen us through. “Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but Thou broughtest us out into a wealthy  place”(Psalm 66:12).

Thrice I was intimidated with death. I was knocked down on the busy Anna Nagar Main Road but escaped being run over, as the Lord God kept the vehicle that was behind me, far away. On a second occasion, I had an heart attack in the late morning hours but took it casually and went only at night to the hospital. Even in my ignorance, His faithfulness preserved me and healed me. The third time, while I was riding on one of the roads, a car from the side road came unexpectedly and knocked me down. My scooter was damaged, but I escaped with some minor bruises. “No weapon formed against you shall prosper”(Isaiah 54:17).

My Lord was always and is always there to lend a helping hand. He is alive for evermore. If I continue to testify of both small and great things that He has done, it will not end. ‘The Lord is good to all and His tender mercies are over all His works’ (Psalm 145:9).

Bro. Lancy Vaguez