The NOW Generation - Bedok Methodist Church

A Mom’s God Encounter
Cheryl Tseng, Mother of Megan Chan, P2
Some time in mid June, I suddenly developed a pain that radiated from the back of my neck all the way to my right hand and
fingers. The pain caused me sleepless nights. I went to see a Traditional Chinese Medicine physician. The pain was somewhat
relieved but not completely gone. However, nothing prepared me for what took place on 5 July.
That Sunday, I did not make it for corporate worship as a very severe pain had kept me awake the night before. The pain
reminded me of childbirth contractions; in fact it was so unbearable that I could barely talk. I just curled in bed and thought I
was going to die. I even contacted a doctor from church to see if it was serious enough for me to be warded into a hospital.
Seeing me in such pain, Megan, my 8-year old daughter, felt helpless. However, she remembered a song she had just learnt
at the IBLP (Institute in Basic Life Principles) camp and started singing it. Till this day, I remember the words:
Elohim, Elohim, the God who made and chose me,
Adonai, Adonai, my Master and my King,
He is my El Roi, the God who sees me always.
Jehovah Raah meets my every need,
A gentle shepherd who will love and lead.
After singing, Megan closed her eyes and recited Psalm 20:1 (NKJV): “May the LORD answer you in the day of trouble; May the
name of the God of Jacob defend you.” Then she prayed that God would take away the pain. She later checked with me if the pain
was still there. From seeing the agony from my face, she knew better. She then exclaimed, “Hey, how come my prayers don’t
work?!” On hindsight, it was funny, but the pain was so intense I did not think much of it then. Not giving up, Megan repeated
the song, quoting Psalm 20:1 again, and asking God to heal me. Once more, she checked with me to see if the pain was gone.
I managed to shake my head to indicate a “no”. She did not give up still. She repeated yet again with her praise and prayer. As
mysteriously as it came, the pain then mysteriously left me. I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked my daughter for praying for me.
Was I glad that I sent Megan for the IBLP camp just two weeks prior to this incident! There she learnt the precious power of
prayer, and exercised it when the need arose. I was both surprised and humbled that God would use a child to intercede for
me. I am amazed till this day. No wonder Jesus says in Matthew 18:1-6 (NIV):
“At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child
and had him stand among them. And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you
will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of
heaven. “And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones
who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the
depths of the sea.”
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