Last Promise

“I desire peace but when I speak, they are for war”, says the Psalmist. I had spoken the last words in my former church yesterday. I attended because the church we visited last July came to visit my former church and when the leaders asked me two months ago (after I had resigned) I told them I would attend as a sign of courtesy as well as Christian fellowship. My absence could be a talking point, so I went.

I was asked to say the closing prayer as well as pray forthe visiting team of 21 persons, mostly youths except one Deacon in his 50s with his three adult daughters (20s and one teenager). It was a bit awkward as they stood up in front when I was asked to come up, but since I wanted to say a few words, I asked them to take their seats. 

I took about 6 minutes to share the visions I had in my final weekend in church as pastor (21-22 Feb). On Saturday’s rehearsal, as I worshipped along the singers and musicians in practice, I saw angels and then another vision with a few angels looking over the West coast of Sabah, a map with boundaries painted in red. 

On Sunday 22nd Feb during the worship song, I saw another vision and this time three angels planting three banners in three towns on West Coast, Kota Belud, Kota Marudu and Pitas. I did not know the meaning of the visions until the day after when an earthquake struck just after midnight 22nd Feb, 12.57am 23rd Feb 2026 which hit 55 kms from Kota Belud out to the sea at a depth of 600 kms at the foundation of the earth. 

The earth shook and it was felt as far as Singapore, 1,500kms away. I told the church yesterday that it was a sign of the End-times with more frequent earthquakes and Sabah is now an earthquake prone place. We need to be awake and watch and pray and be not complacent. I saw most youths from the visiting church listened politely but they could not get what I was trying to say. 

I told them on the Sunday I saw the vision on 22nd Feb, I thought of the recent floods that hit Kota Marudu and Pitas, unusually severe and I said I prayed for three people, a young family that I knew went back to visit their family in Pitas over the Chinese NewYear holidays. Later on they told me that they were stuck in their village for 6 days instead of the weekend trip they intended to make. 

My last promise was to a family which we visited last May, 10 months ago as part of our evangelistic mission, about 40 minutes’ drive to the outskirts of Penampang and another 45 minutes walk up three hills. The mother has five children but her eldest boy refused to join our meeting. 

Only four daughters, the youngest only 4 years old now and I promised last May when I went, to buy them a small table so that they could sit and read and write if they want to and that was duly delivered to them by my wife who went with the church group of 13 people yesterday after the Sunday service.