Derick Lam In 1996 my father was admitted to a Penang hospital for a growth in his pancreas after unable to eat for three days.

On my journey to Penang, I reflected on the times when we were very young, my father would take us to the Tanjong Bungah beach area for picnic and swimming every Sunday. There was a time in 1968 when I had become a Christian and my father was very furious with me as he was an unbeliever. Although an unbeliever he would always sing a particular song to us. A song he had learnt to sing when he was in a missionary school. The song was a familiar one with most young children and was entitled "Jesus loves me." My father would continually sing this song to us although he did not know the meaning of its lyrics.

Upon arrival at the Hospital I gathered that it was a Christian hospital. When I reached his room the first thing the senior nurse asked me was whether I was his son. I answered in the affirmative and said that I am one of his sons.

The senior nurse then told me to feed my father with small spoonfuls of Milo. The spoon was really small and was shaped more like a stirrer. She explained that she was afraid to feed him as she had done that earlier and my father nearly choked to death. Then she added that they had tried every method including intravenous and oral tube insertion but my father had pulled them all out.

If a medically trained senior nurse was afraid to feed him with two drops of Milo in a small spoon what can a non-medical person like me do? I therefore said a prayer and asked the Lord for a miracle so that my father would not choke. I then administered the spoon of Milo for him to drink and he did not choke. I thanked the Lord for the first miracle.

Later my elder sister and I ministered to my father but his heart was very hardened. In the evening of the same day during dinner my sister received a word of knowledge from the Lord and said that for my father to be ministered to by his son (me) the Lord needed to 'shut ' his eyes so that he wouldnt see me. That was the rhema word for us and we prayed for the Lord's miracle..

The next morning whilst my sister was interceding for me I went to the hospital to visit my father. When I stepped into his room his first question to me was-'Who are you?'

Immediately I knew that the Lord had delivered another miracle. Although my father's eyes were opened he couldn't see me. Not only that he could not even recognize my voice.

I explained that I was going to share a message about the love of God. After ministering to him for a time I asked him whether he would like to receive Jesus as his personal Lord, Savior and Healer. His heart was still hardened and he said no.

It was at this time that I prayed to the Lord again for wisdom to break this hardness of heart. Suddenly I received a word from the Lord to sing the song "Jesus loves me' song back to my father. At this moment and I believe it was by divine appointment a young nurse walked in. I asked her if she was a Christian and she answered in the affirmative and I requested if she could join me in singing the song to my father.

As we sang this song over twice I could see tears streaming from my father's eyes, I knew the power of darkness had been broken in my father's heart.

I then ministered to him again and this time with a yielding heart he received the Lord Jesus into his life. I prayed for a gift of healing for his pancreatic growth and could feel the Lord's healing grace flowing powerfully into him.

After the prayer, I left the room excitedly and decided to peep into the window from the outside. Praise the Lord, my father was reaching out for a big tin of biscuits beside his bed and he finished the whole tin within minutes. For a man who was near death and not been able to eat for three days he was now able to gobble up a whole tin of biscuits.

The next morning I walked into his room and immediately he acknowledged me as he could now recognize me and very excitedly he told me about a man who had come to him yesterday and shared about Jesus. At this time the hospital chaplain walked in and overheard what my father was telling me. He looked at me in amazement, as I whispered to him that I was that person and my father had not recognize me as the Lord had shut his eyes.

On the same night I had to return to Kuala Lumpur. In the middle of my journey my brother called to inform me that the medical report was out and they had given my father a clean bill of health. His pancreatic growth has miraculously disappeared! Praise the Lord for His healing grace on my father. All together the Lord had worked three miracles in a row through His Holy Spirit. The Lord heals and He is the same yesterday, today and forever. Amen .

Subsequently, the Lord gave my father another 16 months and he went home to be with the Lord peacefully in his sleep at a ripe old age of 88. All glory be to God.