Of faith and things that come in the night
I am not sure if this post will ever see the light of day. Some of you may be aware Benghui had an accident on Monday but came out unscathed. It made me question the very fabric of my life. How fragile and vulnerable we all are in the face of unexpected uncertainties in life. Suddenly, like a deck of cards, our carefully orchestrated lifes may crumble down all around us.
After reading my post, a Kedah based blogger called me on the phone and decided to share the gospel with me. I was touched that he would be so kind to call and share his faith with me. Traditionally, I have always had a relationship with things that come and go at their own whims.
We had a precarious co-existence but mostly they left me alone. Friends used to joke that i could sense in an instant which figurine in a place of worship is revered and which is a cultural artifact. It was like a third eye.
This Kedah based blogger challenged me to think about eternity. It was not that he was boring or anything like that but that short chat with him made me feel very tired. I decided to rest on my sofa for a while. I switched off the light and they were there all around me. I could not see a solid shape but I sensed them.
They were like swirls of energy, menacing and all around me. I could feel a rush in my ears as my heart beat quickened. They were speaking to each other or what I don’t know but there were sounds or voices in a language I couldn’t understand. I was wide awake. My dog, Oopi was very excited and making a lot of noise. My neighbour had just returned and I heard the sound of their car alarm being switched on.
These beings kept on with their nonsense. I felt like I was being provoked. I felt like I was being manhandled. I felt the air move across my face as if some one was breathing down on me. The porch lights were on so there was still some light. The situation became more and more intense but after the initial fear, i realized there was nothing I could do. Furthermore, I didn’t want to startle Mrs bengbeng or Benghui. I numbed myself. I could do no more.
Oopi’s barks and yelps slowed down. I kept myself busy listening to the clock ticking. They left just before dawn. I did not sleep a wink. A friend joked that he saw white hair on my head. Could it be due to that? But I know that one night I must have aged at least a year.
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There are forces at work in your life right now that are pulling u to either side. Be vigilant and be careful. Give me a call when u have time/energy, and I can give u a bit of perspective on what is happening.
Well BengBeng your emotional experience seems to have triggered some spiritual experiences as well. If you have any questions at all about the gospel you can always email me or we can chat on MSN. Anyway, hope your hand is getting better, and you and Mrs BengBeng will get over the shock of that day’s experience soon.
Hey BB… when you believe something is real, it is. There are a lot of documented stories of the supernatural. I haven’t had any menacing experiences but have had encounters with loved ones and friends who have passed.
I believe, fully, we all have a Guardian Angel… your boy’s was working overtime a few days ago
I believe in God and I believe Jesus Christ is His Son and my Savior. Things that come in the night may challenge your faith but you gotta believe good wins over evil. When you believe it, it is.
I will try to know him better
hmm…a trip to hell….and back!
were the flames hot? did you meet the Horned One?
Benghui is fine - that’s all that counts……for now.
BB: yes, that is all that matters. i was in a state of shock too thinking how i could have lost him
Are you ok Bengbeng? Woww. Do I sense an online prayer ring forming here?
Take care. A local fellowship is still essential though.
Bernard: Thanks