On the night of May 6th 1998, tragedy struck my family without warning and three of my five children perished in a fire. I had just left the house and my wife was about 200 kilometres away in another town attending the funeral of her mother.

My immediate response was " Why God? When I felt so close to You, You would permit such thing to happen to me?" I lifted my head into the sky and whispered in my heart, to God, " Lord, tonight, You have put a ladder over my house and took three of my small children to heaven."
Then calmness and peace entered my heart. I knew God was listening to every of my heart beat and utterance. He was right beside me to comfort me. In my heart I was reminded
of Job who had 6 children taken away from him and yet he had not raise a complaint to God.

The next day, our church pastor told the hundreds of people who had come that he had seen a vision of my children in God's arms and God had told him that He will give me many children " spiritual children."
God's response was immediate. All the material possessions that i had lost was compensated through the love gifts of hundreds of people. I was a well known figure
in my community, the president of an ethnic cultural association at a national level and also a government officer. However, many people know me because of my active
involvement in church life. In fact, prior to the tragedy,
I was involved in organizing a student camp involving more than 700 secondary school students camp. It was the biggest Inter-School Christian Fellowship. And in about three weeks
I would be standing in front of thousands of my countrymen
who would be gathering for the Lun Bawang Festival- an event gazzeted in Malaysian Tourism Calender of events, which is celebrated on first of June each year. But that night, God was preparing me for something for the future.

That night was the darkest moment in my life. But through
the grace of a loving and merciful God He had sustained me.That night would be the turning point and the beginning of a special relationship with God.

My loving wife,who hurt more than me could only cry by my side.We held each other and kept quiet knowing that there was nothing we could do once God had decided. The tragedy cemented our love for each other and for God and we resolved to go to heaven and meet all our children when our time comes.And we realized also that, we could be a source of comfort for others as well.

One sunday, a close friend of mine,and who is a church deacon testified that he had been to heaven. He told us that as he was about to take a short nap at home after coming from the office, his room was suddenly bathed in bright lights and suddenly someone was at the door. The person was covered with bright lights and my friend was unable to look at him. The person asked him to follow him. They came to my gutted house and above it was a ladder leading into the sky. He followed up the ladder until he reached an awesome place, too beautiful to describe. The people there shone brightly. Then the person said, "The three boys are here." Then my friend saw the three boys among the people there. This wonderful episode in heaven ended abruptly after he saw the three small boys there.

A retired pastor once stopped me months after the tragedy and told me that God really loves me.

I experience visions and there is a new life in me. I have a new passion, that is to read the Word of God, to pray and to sing worship songs. Song just emerged from my hearts and sometimes it comes through my mouth. There is this spring of living water flowing through me. I have entered a new dimension in my spiritual life.

I am feeling that if God comes today, I have no doubt and fear because I will just walk into heaven. I have no more fear of death because if I die, I will be meeting my three children too.