During this period of time, I went home to visit my parents and the rest of the family having great visions and hopes for my future; this was in the summer of 1987. It was my younger brother’s graduation party and, therefore, I was visiting my family alone without bringing any of my friends with me. But without my knowledge, they had arranged a gathering in the house with some people who had left the Faith movement. At that time, I was rather tired of the relentless attempts of the devil trying to hinder me in fulfilling the plan of God for my life. Seeing everything was going so well for me now, I certainly had no desire to be listening to some poor confused backsliders.
I got rather angry and felt like picking up my bag and leaving right away. However, I realised how seriously my parents and the rest of the family viewed the whole thing. Everybody had taken time off to turn up at the house. From their point of view, it was like a once-off effort in a life time. They had made some earlier attempts, but time and again, I had refused to hear any negative information about the Faith movement. This time my sister was weeping, and finally succeeded in persuading me to listen to what these backsliders had to say. Even though I was very angry with my family, I was also, to some degree, touched by what I regarded as their mistaken efforts to care for me.
In the end, I reasoned that if what I believed in was the truth, it would stand the test of this trial. I was convinced that God would see me through this attack of the devil, and the final result would be that I would be able to return to my work in the movement with renewed strength. So I decided to listen, at least to some extent.
