Morning Walk
By Maikel Siregar (aged 15) (edited version)
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A fifteen year old boy who survived the Indonesian tsunami in Dec 26, 2004, tells his story:
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One of the things I enjoy most is to go on morning walks with my mother. I will never forget that early morning walk with her on 26th December, 2004.
It was our very last. My brother, Yohanes was with us that morning. What
a special time we had together. As we walked along, enjoying the refreshing
air of the countryside, we thanked God for His blessings on our lives and
also for the previous days’ Christmas celebration.
My mother had been deeply hurt after my father took a young Acehnese woman
for a second wife. She went through depression for some time, but after
counseling from Pastor Mirna, she regained her self assurance and confidence
and was able to carry on life with the knowledge that our Lord Jesus cared
for her and loved her. Thank God that with Jesus in her heart she learned
to overcome her problems. I was very proud of her and loved her very much.
We got home from our walk about 7:00 a.m. and each of us went to our
routine tasks. Suddenly, I felt the house and the ground shaking. I felt
everything swaying from side to side with the rocking movement of the ground.
Immediately I realized what was happening and I shouted, “Earthquake!!
Earthquake!!....” I called out to my mother,
“Earthquake!... Mom..”
I ran
out of the house and shouted to my brother who was doing some cleaning
outside.
“Yohanes! Earthquake!”.
The tremor got worse and the whole house
shook terribly. We dashed out of the house without further thought. I prayed
to God to help and save us. My brother was also praying fervently, calling
out to the Lord, and Mom also called out the name of Jesus. Most of our
neighbors were already out on the streets.
We watched the houses in our
neighborhood breaking up and collapsing. Some of them were half fallen,
tilting perilously, but just a few seconds later they too went down. People
screamed in despair as they watched helplessly their houses going down in
dust.
All of us just watched in disbelief. The crowd began to swell as
more people gathered, some shouting, others crying. The ground beneath
us continued to shake and roll and we went up and down with it like a
roller-coaster. Everywhere the asphalt road cracked and buckled up. The
atmosphere was so tense. We were frightened and unsure what would
happen next. We continued calling the name of Jesus to help us.
The tremor lasted about 40 minutes. But for me it seemed like it was
four hours. Shortly after, many children and adults headed to the beach.
I wondered what was happening. I asked a neighbor what was going
on and he answered,
“C’mon, let’s go and catch fish. The water levelin the sea has fallen all of a sudden and the sea seems to have driedup a long way out. A lot of fish are just flapping about on the seabed”.
I kept quiet, wondering how strange that was but also thinking how easy
it was to get all kinds of fish for free. It was tempting, but somehow,
I decided against joining them. I wanted to be with my Mom to support
her.
“Poor Mom, she must be feeling lonely and unsure without Dad around. At least I can give her some comfort and security", I thought.
In hindsight,
it must have been the Holy Spirit who convicted me to stay with
my Mom.
I was glad I made the right decision to stay home to be with my Mom.
Although she did not show it, I knew she was pleased that I was by
her side, helping her to clean up the mess from all the pots and pans
that had fallen. I helped her put things back to their proper places.
“Thanks, my son!” Mom said.
That made me feel proud and I was
happy to know that I was a joy to her. When we had almost finished
clearing the mess, we heard a commotion outside the house. People
were running and shouting at the top of their voices,
“Run…! Water…!Flood…!”.
Immediately, we stopped and looked around in total
bewilderment, wondering what was happening. Mom had the presence
of mind to look for the key to her motorcycle. After she found the key,
she got the motorcycle out of the house, started it up, and called out to us,
“Maikel! Anes! Let’s go!”.
As I went to the motorcycle my brother locked the
doors of our house. The three of us immediately rode off on my Mom’s
motorcycle. We could not go far as the streets and the whole neighborhood
was already jammed with people running about in all directions, falling,
colliding with each other, everyone desperately shouting and yelling. People were running into their houses, then running out, totally at a loss
as to what to do. Others ran towards town and still others ran away
from the town center in the opposite direction.
There was total chaos
and confusion. Clearly no one knew what they were doing.
Our house was situated at Ujung Karang, a coastal peninsula
jutting out into the sea. That means that we were surrounded
by sea on three sides. There was only one way by road to the
town center. Unfortunately, it was absolutely packed with people,
cars and motorcycles. The only other way to go was along the sea
shore.
People were undecided which route to take and as a result
it seemed like no one was getting anywhere. It was pandemonium.
It was everyone for himself trying to head for higher ground towards
the town center. Meanwhile, we could see massive waves approaching.
I had never seen or experienced such desperation, chaos and confusion
before. As it appeared impossible to fight through the crowds of people,
we decided to go by shore to try to reach higher ground. But, it
was too late.
We found ourselves trapped by the oncoming gigantic
waves that were about 40 ft. high. It looked like a dragon about to
swallow its prey. There was nothing anyone could do except to wait
to be swept away. There were others with us in the same predicament.
Their screams of fear, screams for help, screams of death, were drowned
by the thunderous sound of the approaching wave. We called and cried
out to the Lord in the name of Jesus.
With a tremendous roaring sound
it smashed into us. There was no time to think. The next thing I knew,
we were completely engulfed and swallowed up by this massive wall
of black, muddy and oily water. The force of the wave as it hit us was so
tremendous it is hard to describe what we went through. We were hurled
along and rolled under and over by the wave. I was separated from my
Mom and brother. I felt like I was in the greatest battle, fighting for
my life, and yet I was unable to do anything, totally at the mercy of the
waves. I thought this was the end of our lives on earth; that the end of the
world had come. Indeed many had shouted as the wave approached,
“It’sdoomsday…. doomsday!”
But, I thought of the mighty name of Jesus – the name above all other
names. He was my only hope in that moment. I prayed and called
out to the Lord,
“Lord Jesus, save me, my brother and my Mom. O Lord Jesus, if this is the end of the world, I ask that You lift our spirits up to be with You. Do not let us suffer.” .
Then I remembered the
story of Jonah who prayed inside a big fish and God heard his prayer.
I did not know how many big wooden beams, planks and trees smashed
into my body and my head. All I felt was pain in every part of my body.
I was sure I was badly bruised and cut up. Perhaps I had a huge bump
on my head and deep cuts on my stomach, I did not know.
The impact
of the waves was like I was being thrown against a concrete wall at 100
km. per hour. I must have been under the waves for a while, but somehow
I remained conscious. I was surprised that I did not die. I remember
thinking that I could still think although not too clearly, which meant
that I was still alive. My stomach and my mouth were full of mud. My hands
were intact as I could feel myself holding on to something, but I did not know what.
I was still conscious and alive, I said a simple prayer in my heart:
“Thank You, Lord….”.
As soon as I uttered this prayer, the waves brought
me to the surface and I gasped for air desperately, like a drowning man. But together with air, I also swallowed a lot of mud, almost choking to death
in the process.
“Oh Lord, why don’t You let me die and take me away with You?” I asked the Lord. “I can’t take it any more. Help me Lord, have mercy on me and forgive my sins”, I cried in my heart to the Lord.
I continued to be hurled along, engulfed and dragged under by the waves over and over again for I don’t know
how long. I felt so drained of all energy and could not endure the punishment
any longer. Just then, somehow I resurfaced for another gasp of air,
and quickly noticed that an empty wardrobe was being tossed about by the waves
near me. With whatever energy left in me, I swam close to it and managed to
grab it. I opened the door and found it was empty and also large enough for me
to sit inside. With excruciating pain, I climbed into the wardrobe and sat inside
and began giving praise to God for hearing and answering my desperate cry for mercy.
Even as I appeared to be out of danger from the oncoming waves I
did not know how long this ordeal would last. But the one thing I knew
from the Bible is that God is in control and I had to surrender to Him. So
I continue to pray,
“Lord, You are sovereign; whatever Your plans are for me, let it be so.”
I repented of my past sins and asked God for forgiveness,
as salvation is by His grace through our faith and belief in Him. As the
apostle Paul said in the Bible, salvation is by the grace of God alone, not
because of any good works. It is a free gift from God if we trust and receive
Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, I am saved. but I thought I have to make
sure I get right with God just before I die, so I kept asking God to forgive me,
knowing that as a young man I was full of sin.
Then I remembered my hatred toward my father for breaking my mothers’ heart
when he took in the other woman. I quarreled with him frequently for breaking up
our family. I could not accept whatever reasons he gave for taking in the other woman.
“Lord, help me to overcome this feeling of hatred toward him and to forgive him for the hurt he had caused me and my mother,”
I prayed. Through the whole ordeal I kept praying, asking God for His grace and mercy, resigned to whether He would let me
live or let me die.
But, eventually, in that wardrobe, it became obvious to me that I wasn’t going to die even though the pain was so unbearable. Slowly, I began to feel which part of my body had been injured. I felt my head and found I had not suffered any serious bumps or open wounds. I felt my body and realized, thankfully that my intestines were not hanging out. I felt
my legs and knew I had not broken any bones although I had some cuts, and I could
still move my arms. I exclaimed,
“Hallelujah, thank You Lord Jesus, thank you for the miracles”.
This was indeed a miracle. Surely it was God’s hand of protection on me. Slowly I began singing and felt myself overcoming the sense of darkness about me,
“In the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus, we have the victory…”
I wanted His
victory over the terrible situation I found myself in. As I kept singing, I felt my spirit
growing stronger and stronger and overcoming the earlier despair I felt. Then I remembered
to pray for my Mom and brother, Anes. I prayed to the Lord that He would protect and look
after them wherever they were.
I must have been crouching in the wardrobe for a long time. Exhausted, I soon
fell asleep. When I awoke I realized that the wardrobe I was in was no longer
rocking but drifting along calmly. I opened the door, like how Noah opened
the door of the ark, and realized that I was close to the beach caught amongst
piles of debris.
Without a moment to waste, I climbed out of the wardrobe
and stepped into the water. It was waist deep. Slowly I managed to struggle
for 2 hours through all the mud, rubble and debris and finally arrived at an emergency
field hospital in utter exhaustion.
As I collapsed to the ground, a man came and
helped me up. I looked and recognized that it was my father, the father whom
I had hated for a long time. I then remembered I had earlier asked God to forgive
me for hating him.
“Lord, help me not to hate him, help me Lord, I need him so much”, I cried out in my heart.
With that, my previous ill feelings toward him began to
disappear as he hugged me tightly in his arms.
All through the rest of the day and the whole night, he went about looking for Mom
and my brother, Anes. He found my brother in a tent being tended to by some
medical workers. Anes told us that when the massive wave separated us, he was
thrown up and rolled over by the waves. Then found himself caught under a coconut
tree trunk. He grabbled hold of it and hung on to it. With his eyes closed, he held
his breath, praying earnestly each time as the waves passed over. There he remained
until evening. Thank God that he was not as badly injured as I was.
My heart was broken when we finally accepted that my Mom had died in the tsunami. I cried all night, recalling what a wonderful morning walk we had together. How proud I felt that I had chosen to stay home and help her clean the mess. Her last words to me,
“Thank you, my son”, will forever remain etched in my heart.
The whole night I could not sleep as I cried until I had no more tears left.
“Oh Mom…my dear, dear Mom, now your pain and sadness is over and your broken heart is finally healed. I know you won’t have to weep any more. In heaven you will have the true, true love of Jesus…. the love that never fails; the love that never ends….. How happy you must be in heaven….”
Used with Permission. Indonesian Mission Church.
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