10 Days Before I Meet God

The Gift of Tongue

I was still 6 years old that time when I met God for the first time, correction, I encountered him for the first time. I was in the back seat with my brother, playing his favorite song with his earphones, habang naglalaro ako ng games sa cellphone ni mama. Uso pa nuon space impact at snake II. Wala pang candy crush o mobile legends noon.

"Where are we going papa?" I asks.

"Where going to meet God baby. Are you excited?" he replied without looking at me.

"Haven't I met God before?" Children have unlimited questions. So I am. This time, si mama na ang sumagot.

"You already did baby. Everyday." my mother smiled at me and she was certain that I understand her. I glanced to my brother's side who was busy listening to his favorite christian songs. He would prefer that than rocks. He's quite a pious boy - reading his pocket bible on his room all day, sometimes listening to that music. Wondering I could be like him someday. I am a pious woman. Am I?

Would God make me a pious person after I questioned his existence and capability of saving lives? Maybe it takes a deep faith and a lot of tests for me to be one. But how did my brother become one? Did God make him? Or did people say he is?

When we get there, it already started. The room was filled with dim lights. People were facing to the group of people in front singing a christian song, lifting their hands with closed-eyes and reciting some words that you cannot understand - seems like they are talking with God in none of this world's language, which was called the gift of tongue. My parents and my brother did the same thing. They were hypnotized by the holy spirit or maybe they are already encountered God. I closed my eyes, lifted my hands like they did and delcaimed words that I couldn't understand like I'm not controlling my mouth movements in any way.

"Sha-la-la Oh, She ra ra ra r Oh, jesus, Oh She-ra la la.." I declaimed this words over and over until there was silence. I remained my eyes closed and I could feel something cold touching me. And that cold starts running inside me, it tried to own me. I began to sense a lightness and calmess in my spirit as I begin to pray. That was the first time I encountered God.