Looking for Me

When you're the only righteous person someone will probably ever meet.

Was at the Archi building this morning, after settling stuff at the post office. Reminded me of my friend W. A few months ago he asked for help with his work. I helped twice I think.

One of those days, in the computer lab, each of us working on a desktop, he asked for prayer. He wanted to pass his coursework. No, not a ritualistic, stereotypical prayer request with lots of big words. I was speaking normal language with him, West Malaysian-dialect Malay. I wasn't laying hands on him. And I wasn't closing my eyes. Neither was he. It felt like just another honest conversation. I said, "Aku doakan ko dapat honours lagi" (meaning: not just a pass).

A few days ago he told me:

hey creski..sorry lambat balas msg u ...
my result ok la... semua ada H ...thanks man...

It taught me a few things: Prayer is powerful; talking with God is easy; prophecy can happen in the most un-dramatic settings (in the natural world...who knows how bizarre things are in the supernatural); I would faithfully do what I'm meant to do when it comes from the heart, from within. I'm very happy for him.

And God, The God of Mercy said: See, lot's of people are looking for Me.