When I was born, 1968, my father told one of his sisters (my auntie) that he was thinking of dedicating me to God. My auntie dejected the idea telling him, ‘Don’t! What if God decides to take him?!’ – she meant that I might die. My father did not take in her thought, instead he continued with his, saying ‘If He takes him, let it be.’ About two weeks after my baptism, my father took me to church and told the minister there, ‘Pray for this boy, later he will be of use to the church.’ The minister prayed for me and we returned home. What followed is in my biography as you have read it on line and in other news. God is amazing, and one’s parent is worth honoring!