posthum

For the first time, I shared an abridged version of my testimony to the dear sisters SE and LE on our cab ride home. It was perhaps the first time in a long while I rehashed these memories that will trail me for as long as I am called to this, but this — I may have to concede — may well be the shadow that can never be shrugged off.

I know Mr Cabby was listening in on what I was saying. It is only on hindsight that I wish I were sensitive enough then to realise that although I was directing my testimony to SE & LE, he — with the amulet hanging from the rearview mirror — was the one who truly needed to hear it. Mr Cabby was the one who had to hear the difference that God has made in my life, even through a situation that potentially portrays the Church in a bad light.

What else can I say? I can only pray that Mr Cabby heard the difference that God has made in this life of Beni's. From who I was, to who I am today. That God restores, and continues to be in the business of restoration.

'Twas a good reminder to be watchful and prayerful. We never know who is listening in, indeed.