Chapter 3
My Father's Journey
"The greatest legacy one can pass on to one's children
and grandchildren is not money or other material things accumulated in one's
life, but rather a legacy of character and faith." – Rev. Billy Graham.
I vividly remember the shift in my father’s life when I was
around 5 years old. It was 1987, the last time I saw him drunk on the porch of
our home. I didn’t understand what was happening then, but something
inside him changed shortly after. The man I had known, with all his flaws and
struggles, was suddenly not the same. One of my earliest memories of this
transformation was when he took me to an evangelical church. I was
captivated by the lively music, the heartfelt prayers, and the congregation's fervor. It starkly contrasted the solemn rituals of Catholic masses
I had attended before.
Years later, I understood that this marked the beginning of his spiritual journey to faith in Jesus Christ—a journey that would profoundly shape his life and mine.
My father was born in Corozal, Sucre, Colombia, steeped in a
Roman Catholic tradition. As a boy, he served as an altar server and grew up
immersed in Catholic practices, teachings, and celebrations. His early
education at the Escuela Normal in Corozal set him on a path to becoming an
educator, and for many years, he taught in schools across the Sucre Department. His life seemed structured and predictable from the outside, but a more profound spiritual calling awaited him.
As an educator, he was assigned to a school in Chalán,
Sucre, a small, rural town where life presented unforeseen challenges. While
there, he fell gravely ill. His condition baffled local doctors, and
traditional remedies failed to bring relief. During this critical time, a former classmate, Milka, mentioned her family’s evangelical church and
suggested he attend a healing service. Out of desperation, he agreed.
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