On Saturday the 21st of March, our prayer team from Hearts Anchored in Christ Jesus did a prophetic ministry session for our invited guest, a lovely lady originally from Papua New Guinea. Two members stayed in the main room to intercede for the session while the three of us prayed and discerned for the Lord our God's heart for our guest, Jean. It was a very fruitful session because the three of us took turns to discern and prophesy over her. She was amazed and a little overwhelmed by the words and visions we had for her. Her feedback was that it not only resonated with her, it hit the nail on the head on many occasions. The amazing thing is, while we did not specifically pray for healing, the Lord had healed her during our session from pains she was having in her neck. This is a testimony to the glory and love of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. After the session ended, we stood back to pray a little and dwell on what had transpired. It was interesting because as we were sharing, all of us had some form of spiritual attacks before the session that we were feeling. Some of us felt like we didn't want to even show up. Others felt that we were not up to the session. We were not prepared. We were just tired, and there were too many distractions. But all of us did not relent. We prayed against it and cast out all the spirit of distractions. We prayed for one another. That is why the session was a success, because we surrendered the whole session to the Lord our God, and He was present with us throughout. Amen.

I went down to the Cathedral of The Good Shepherd to collect a copy of mum's baptism record. I was shocked and heartbroken to see one of the humblest and smiley priest Monsignor Francis Lau slowly inching his way out using a walker. His legs purple from diabetes. I decided to do the only thing I could, so I walked up to him and asked if I could pray for him. He smiled and said sure. After I held his shoulder and prayed, he turned smiled and said God bless you. Please pray for him. He's turning 94 in December

As every iota of sin is heinous to the Lord our God, I make it a point to go for the sacrament of reconciliation regularly, usually every other week. Today I found myself going early to be the first in line. As I sat there, a lady asked if it was the queue for the sacrament, and I said yes. I recognized her from about nine years ago when she first walked into the parish. She was new there, from the United States, and didn't know anybody in the parish. I remember striking a conversation with her, and she shared with me at that time that she was a cradle Catholic, but her husband and children were brought up in a different denomination. She was finding a catholic church to introduce her son into the Catholic faith. I welcomed her and invited her to join my cell group. I got her number and her name and reached out to her every other month, but she never showed up not to even one. After a while, I didn't see her in church anymore. Today she sat beside me. I asked her, "Do you remember me?" and I asked her name again, and she shared that it was Rebecca. She said, "Yeah, the cell group leader, right?" I said, "Yes." Then she started to sniffle and shared with me that she was drawn to coming back to the Catholic faith, and the Lord has put it on her heart to do so. She even brought one of her sons with her, and they were going for the sacrament of reconciliation, She began to tear a little bit. I just told her not to worry, because it is definitely the Lord that has called her back. According to his will for her and her family, and in his time, he will be the one to draw them back home. But even if some of her family members they decided to remain in the other faith, they still believed in Jesus, and that was all that mattered. I offered to pray for her. As I prayed for her, she broke down a little more, and I prophesied over her at the same time. Then I saw the son of the earlier lady moving down the queue for the sacrament. I went up to him and introduced myself. He remembered me, but unfortunately, he remembered the wrong ministry I was in. He thought I was in the St Vincent de Paul Society. I told him I was never a member there, but in any case, if it was all right, if I prayed for him. So I prayed for her son, Brandon. He was thrilled that somebody from the Catholic faith would pray for him.

In the days of the week leading up to today, I was dismayed that once again I had fallen back into sin! I was remorseful but yet felt very empty and void, so I made it to church this evening and sat first in line for the Sacrament of reconciliation, the priest who normally ministers the Sacrament of reconciliation is usually early, but today he must have forgotten and as a time drew closer for mass to begin, I was anxious, thinking that I would not have a chance to be fully reconciled. But then he came, and once again the Lord received me with open arms. Just before he arrived though, the Lord put it on my mind to pray for a recently widowed auntie named Eva, even though she was not in church yet. The husband Adrian who had just passed on was once a sacristan in our church and was also in charge of the bookshop before he Retired. He was a very hardworking man and always extended a helping hand as needed. It was late last month or beginning of this month that I had prayed over him. I had asked him how he was doing and had shared that he wasn't doing too great. He was thankful that I prayed for him. So immediately after reconciliation, I looked in the direction that he and his wife would usually sit. And there she was. So I walked up to her and asked how she was doing, and she shared with me that Uncle Adrian had peacefully passed on and finally there was no more suffering for him as he had returned to the Lord. And as she was speaking, I could see the love in her eyes that even though she missed her husband, she had the faith that the Lord has received her husband in His heavenly embrace. So I prayed for her that our Lord would fill her with His presence and also a prayed to our dear Mother Mary to at her side. Also earlier when as I was waiting for my turn for reconciliation. I saw a Chinese lady a regular at our church in her sixties limping pass me in pain. I didn't think the Lord was highlighting her to me at the time. After Mass had ended, I went to McDonald's to buy dinner for my daughter.

My wife just shared with me today that an auntie from church, Auntie Ethel, had told her that a few weeks earlier, she found it strange that I would come out and speak with her. We have seen each other many times in church, and she was close to my wife. But for me, it was always a peace be with you. It was a basically a hi, bye kind of relationship. She told my wife that she found it a little strange that I would come up and speak to her, and ask her how she was, and offered to pray for her. What I didn't know was that on the day I prayed for her, she was feeling very heavy, burdened, and depressed. But after I prayed over her, she felt the burden lifted, and she was at peace. She was very thankful. I honestly did not know because I had no follow-up, or chance to see her in the last few weeks. But this is truly a testimony to the love of our Lord. Praise be to you, Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.