In the year 1985, we were living in our hometown. We led a simple, relaxed life of contentment and comfort. We lived liked we had no worries in the world. Our home itself was a different world. Once the door was shut, no matter what happened in the world would never bother us. There were absolute peace and harmony in the family until one day when a far relative turned witch intervened us. She would give us something to eat, something to play with to bring us close to her. My father being a kind gentleman appreciated her offer and also allowed her to stay with us every now and then.
No one realized the cunning, craftiness and hidden wrong motives of the so-called dear relative. Her witchcraft took effect. Days passed by, my father consequently became ill, tired and fearful. My mother had been exhausted with her hard work to keep up mothering, home chores and coping up with illness. My father faced the biggest fear, the fear of death. Many times, he would panic, speak about the end of his life and his struggle was never-ending. He would often find easy things hard to believe and try very hard to balance work, family, and fears. His hope of living and seeing good days was diminishing day by day. As usual, on a Sunday morning, we got up to go to church. There, my parents listened to the good news of Jesus Christ. They came to know that Jesus won over death and powers of the evil. And anyone who believes in Jesus Christ shall be saved. This truth transformed my dad’s heart and mind.
He put his belief in Jesus. He gained confidence. He found strength in God. He put his hope in God. He trusted in his word. There was more life in dad than before. Our home became peaceful and tranquil with assurance of God’s presence in the midst of us. He loved and praised God because he delivered him from the fear of death. He is now a grateful man in his 60s.