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April 11, 2016

Will See You Again With Christ – Dear Aunt

Filed under: Life as I know it — Celia @ 11:02 am

I met Pastor Aunty first when I was in my fifth grade. My parents had taken me and my brothers to this Pentecostal church which was actually a house kind of setup. The church was run by Pastor Wycliffe David and his supportive wife, Mrs. Margaret Wycliffe David.

I was born and brought up in a catholic family and was studying in a catholic school. Hence this church atmosphere, the way people worshipped God and the fact that I really saw demons coming out of people scared me very much. My parents liked the church very much and as kids we followed suit. Those were the days when money was hard for us. Still, my mother used to borrow money just to go to this church. We used to take a single route white board bus that comes once in a hour and travel to this place that took 1-2 hours. Depending on the crowd, sometimes we used to go standing too. That’s how our association with this church started and how we began to see the love of Christ in these people.

Sooner I realized that this church was more than the church that I was accustomed to. It was a fellow ship. A gathering of believers. On those days, church was very small and we used to sit on the floor mat while we prayed. Our knees used to touch the other person sitting next to us but physical discomfort didn’t seem to bother us. Aunty would sometimes serve us lunch, ‘Hot Sambar’ with potato curry. As a child, I loved her cooking. I have never ever told her that I loved her very much but I somehow liked this round faced, fair, smiling and forever loving aunt of mine. Some days, I used to stay back in the church and she showed me all their photographs taken in child hood. At their place, I was more of a daughter than a church believer. I guess almost every believer who went their place would have had this feeling. Uncle and Aunt ensured that love was in abundance. They had two lovely children who used to sit with us and have lunch. From then on, uncle and aunt were with me for my every mile stone. During my high school days when I used to have exam fear, during my puberty, when I accepted Jesus as my personal Savior, my college days, my illnesses, my marriage, my delivery, and so on. There were days when Uncle used to teach me academics also. They also used to chide me often saying that I don’t eat well as I was a skinny kid that time. In my eyes, they were the perfect couple. Even when anyone one in the church stumbled, they were there to protect us, cover us and at the same time correct us. Aunt used to keep on telling me to be smart and bold as she thought that will help me overcome my timidity.

Aunt first encountered Cancer when I had just finished college. Those were the start of trouble some years but she grace fully took it. Radiation, Surgery, Followed by Chemotherapy, it was an alien territory. She used to sport a wig that time and still be the loving aunt who used to pray for everyone. Lord helped her overcome it and soon she was again there for us, busy helping. Whenever I went there again, she will ask how I was doing and whether I had something to eat rather than saying about her issues. Few months back, I again heard that this deadly serpent had visited her. This time, it was vicious. Aunt still braved that many number of radiations and chemo therapy. There was not a single complaint from her about life except for the point that she would say that it is paining. She lost weight, shape and her bones wasted away and yet when I went to see her, she still asked ‘how I was and how I am managing life’. She finally crossed the Jordan and entered Glory this Friday. As I look back and see the painful journey she went through, I can confidently say that she has never once murmured against life or God. She was a doting mom and at times worried about their future alone.

For now, I think she is finally in peace and there is no pain any more. She is in a mansion built by God and when my time comes , I’ll go and see her too. This blog post is a big salute to the spot less bride of Christ who showed the love of Christ through the way she lived. Hopefully, I will try to model her!.

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