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I grew up in Indonesia and we used to sing this song in Indonesian and the words often come back to me, "Hu ingatla aku" (literally, Thou rememberest me!
You are nearer than I can imagine Lord when I sing this song. Your wonders to perform for those who trust completely in You. Thank You Jesus for the cross.
I am sitting here and watching my loving wife on a sick bed. Our two children playing oblivious of the great sorrow that has overtaken me. With the song in the background and an uncertain future, I am trying to pull myself together. Please pray for us.
During the Sino-Japanese War a number of brothers, including me, were arrested by the Japanese and put in separate prisons. I had no idea how long we would be in prison or what our end would be. I knew only that this trial was permitted by the Lord. During this time I was reminded of a hymn: "Amid the trials that I meet, / Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, / One thought remains supremely sweet-I Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!" (Hymns, #698). The Lord used this hymn to comfort me, and whenever I sang it, I would sense His presence, but I did not have any sense as to when we would be released. One day while I was praying, I had a sense within me. I re-membered that I had been imprisoned on May 31, more than twenty days before. It was near the end of June, and I sensed that I would be released on June 30. On June 30 the Japanese military policeman told me that they had informed my family to bring me a change of clothes and had called a barber to give me a haircut. At dusk that day, I thought the time had come, but I was still not released. By the next morning nothing had happened, and I began to be anxious and doubt my previous feeling. But that evening the Japanese military policemen brought us out and exhorted us for nearly half an hour. Afterward, they told us that they had decided to release us at night, when there were fewer people around, so that no one would see us coming out of prison, because we were respected by the public. When I arrived home, I truly worshipped the Lord. The sense that He gives us is real. As long as we live in the, Lord, we can sense it.