A memorable trip to Berastagi

Over the weekend, I was in Berastagi, Indonesia, where I had been invited by my good friend parter , Bishop Ezra, to minister at his church, Kiros Cornerstone Community Church. It was a particularly special occasion, as Indonesia was celebrating its 80th Independence Day and Bishop Ezra and his wife were away. I considered it a great privilege to be entrusted with the responsibility of speaking in their absence. To me, this spoke volumes of the trust and confidence he placed in me—qualities that are, unfortunately, so often lacking in today’s world.

Pastor Daniel Ginting, the assistant pastor of KCCC, was at the airport to receive me. He is a wonderful man of Go and partner in ministry, wholly committed to the Great Commission and serving the Lord with a heart of humility and sincerity. A true shepherd at heart, he carries great potential for the future. We enjoyed a meaningful conversation on the way, and the journey proved to be much smoother than I had expected. Remarkably, the traffic flowed well despite it being a holiday weekend.

I was pleasantly surprised in the late evening when one of the church elders, Pak Darius, brought me beef rendang that had been specially prepared by his wife. I was deeply touched by this thoughtful act of hospitality, and the dish was absolutely delicious. I am quite certain Jonathan would have loved it as well.

Saturday began early for me. After a quiet time of devotion, I set out for a peaceful walk around Gundaling Hill. The sun was slowly and almost shyly rising behind the mountains, while soft clouds ushered in the new day with grace. In that stillness, I was reminded once again: the heavens truly declare the glory of God.

Much of the day was then spent preparing for the upcoming services. In the midst of it all, I made time for one of my favourite local rituals—a walk down to the main street for a shot of coffee, uniquely brewed on hot sand. It’s a Berastagi experience like no other, and one I’d recommend to any visitor. Simple, yet memorable.

As evening came and the temperature dropped to a cool 16°C, the church doors opened for the night service at 7 p.m. Though the air outside was chilly, inside the sanctuary it was warm—not just in temperature, but in spirit. The congregation was fully immersed in worship. It was deeply moving, especially for someone like me who has longed for such heartfelt encounters. Many who know me will understand the depth of that longing.

I had the honour of sharing the Word that night. My message focused on “Choices,” drawing from the journey of the Israelites as they stood on the brink of the Promised Land. The response was humbling. Many came forward for prayer, and the ministry of the Word of Knowledge touched several lives in ways only God can orchestrate.

Sunday, 17th August, marked a significant day—Indonesia’s 80th Independence Day. I had been told that after 10:30 a.m., the roads in Berastagi would be nearly impassable due to parades of students, community groups, and throngs of onlookers, all partaking in the national celebration. True patriotism was alive and vibrant.

 That morning, our service began at 7:30 a.m. Once again, the presence of God was tangible among His people. We stood together in prayer for the nation and its leaders. My message was titled “Freedom in Christ.” As the nation echoed the historic cry of “Merdeka!”—freedom—I reflected on a deeper, lasting freedom. A freedom not won through political struggle alone, but one secured through Christ. A freedom that liberates the soul and transforms the heart.

John 8:36 - So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.

After the Sunday morning service, I joined Pastor Daniel and a few fellow believers by the roadside near Mt. Zion Centre to witness the Independence Day parade. It was more than just a display—it was a powerful expression of loyalty, patriotism, and love for the nation. The energy, the colours, the coordination—it all left a deep impression on me. One moment that stood out was seeing the children from Elim Kiros School marching proudly as one of the contingents. It was a sight to behold, a reminder of the beauty of a people united in purpose and identity.

Later that evening, we began our journey back to Medan, where we stayed overnight in preparation for my early flight to Singapore the next morning.

As I arrived home this morning, my heart was full of gratitude. I found myself praying, thanking God for all His wonderful works throughout this trip—for the divine appointments, the moving moments of ministry, and the warmth of fellowship that marked every step.

A special word of thanks is in order:

To the leaders of KCCC and the dear sisters at Mt. Zion—thank you for your generosity, kindness, and attentive care throughout my stay.

To Bishop Ezra and Pastor Janice—thank you for entrusting me with the opportunity to minister in your absence, and for your consistent support and concern from afar. Your encouragement meant a lot.

To Pastor Daniel and his wife Pastor Yusli—thank you for your warm friendship and the meaningful conversations we shared on the road from Berastagi to Medan. It was a joy getting to know both of you on a deeper level.

To Pak Emmanuel and Sister Ester—thank you for the thoughtful gifts. And to Pak Darius and his wife—thank you for the delicious rendang, a true taste of local love and hospitality.

And finally, to the entire KCCC family—your care, prayers, and kindness have left a lasting mark. I carry your love with me as I return home.

To God be the glory.