IN RANDOM VIEWS of a city-bred and a promdi.

July 28, 2007.  One of my best Saturdays ever.

My SFC sister Joyce Perez texted me an invitation to a Healing Concert featuring a certain Father Suarez.  I replied, "Who is he? Totoo ba yan!?! Ano sakit mo?"

Joyce knows I have been suffering from stress-related vertigo and myofascia pain syndrome (muscle tension) but she said it isn’t just for me and that she has sicknesses too that need healing .  As I am a skeptic when it comes to "healing wonders,"  I was not very eager so I replied, "Alright, remind me again few
days before the concert and probably I am already decided by that
time."

 

So the plan pushed through as my July 28 Saturday schedule is not occupied nor preoccupied as it used to be on my saturdays.  When we were on our way to ULTRA, we didn’t know what to expect.  We even got nervous as we recalled the wowowee tragedy… paano kung magkastampede at mamatay kami?  Bad Joyce. Bad Naomi.  I all of a sudden recalled the movie Leap of Faith where Steve Martin portrayed a bogus healer and people he healed were actually paid to act like they were being healed, so I was expecting scenes like people collapsing, getting hypnotized - the typical healing scenarios I see on TV.

However, it wasn’t what I expected.

It was a night of praise, song and worship.  Kuya Biboy (in the guitar)
, Kuya Wally (with the choir) and Ate Eileen (in the piano)  our SFC brothers and sister were even on the stage performing.   I was singing, with them.  Yeah… parang EL SHADDAI  or BORN AGAIN you might say but it was more than that.  I was praying.

I was praying with Joyce as we sang with the people there with our hands lifted up.  Bro. Bob  Serrano, the coordinator spoke, " TO BE HEALED, WE NEED TO FORGIVE."  This was the first message that caught my attention.  And as I prayed and sang,  I didn’t just pray for my physical sickness, I prayed for healing wounds that I have caused and what others have caused me.  I prayed for my enemies, people who have hurt me.  I prayed for a forgiving heart that would overrule hatred and anger.  I prayed to God to help me forgive myself.  I also prayed for Nanay, my lola who has cancer.

 

 

 

The sick people who had illnesses worse than mine — people with cancer, heart diseases, with excruciating physical pain in their bodies — were there too– standing, singing, and praising God.  We paid 200 bucks for our tickets, but it wasn’t business.  It was a benefit concert, where on that night we were able to contribute to the 1.2M for Gawad Kalinga, an organization dedicated in building homes for the poor.

The concert ended at 920pm, it wasn’t that late so we decided to go to Oyster Boy which made the night even more memorable.  We spent only P400 ++ in this one of the new restos at Metrowalk:

1. Check their Oyster-inspired wall and ceiling… interesting huh?

2. Korean Beef stew for P130

(We love it! I like it better than Chocolate Kisses’ in UP Dil)

3. Brewed coffee (refillable + a small brownie) for P55

4. Oyster Rockefeller (6 pieces) for P155

5. Comment:   They need to hire more waiters and waitresses! For faster and better service nga e.  We were getting impatient.  There were only 3 waiters and the resto was full of people.  I would have had more refills (than my 2 refills) in my brewed coffee but it was taking too long to get just 1 refill. Sad.

 

Thanks to this cute little midget though, who entertained us as we strolled along Metrowalk; he would give Dagul a run for his money.

 

Thanks Joyce.  Napakasuwerte kong magka sister in Christ na tulad mo.  Indeed, WhatahSahturday night it was!

Jesus said, "I am the Lord your God, your healer.  By my wounds you are healed."

Check www.fatherfernando.com - for Father Suarez’ upcoming schedules for healing.