the heavens rejoice

Today a Vietnamese preacher guided my father in his first prayer. It was the prayer of salvation. Drenched in sweat and tears, my father repeated back the story of god's love for us and by simply believing, he brought the holy spirit into his heart and gained everlasting life.

My uncle witnessed the end of the prayer and later called me to ask why my dad was crying. My uncle said that 'it seems like this religion made him sad.' I told him "no," it's because he finally found the truth.

what made you cry when you accepted God into your heart? If you haven't, why not?

grace. uncompromised love.