They say Pagadian City is the “Place of Prayer,” but for years, my prayers felt like they were hitting a brass ceiling. When I heard that Dr. Paul and Dr. Becky Enenche were bringing the Healing and Deliverance Crusade to our shores this February, I didn’t just want to attend—I wanted to encounter.
Standing in the middle of a massive crowd on a humid Tuesday night, I realized I wasn’t alone. Thousands of us were there, stretching as far as the eye could see, our voices rising like a single tide during the worship. There is something about the sound of a Filipino crowd singing in one accord that shatters every weight in the atmosphere.
The Word and the Fire
When Dr. Paul Enenche took the stage, he didn’t start with a soft sermon. He spoke with a lion-like authority about the “Life-Transforming Power of God.” As he began to pray, you could feel the shift. It wasn’t just emotionalism; it was tangible.
I came there carrying a heavy burden—a medical diagnosis that had been a shadow over my family for months. But as Dr. Becky Enenche ministered to the women and the broken-hearted, she spoke a word about “uprooting what the Father did not plant.” In that moment, the fear that had lived in my chest for half a year simply… evaporated. I felt a literal lightness I can’t explain in medical terms.
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Miracles in the Front Row
The most incredible part wasn’t just what happened to me. I watched an elderly man a few rows over drop his crutches. I saw a young mother weeping with joy as she realized her child was responding to her voice for the first time. These aren’t just stories you read in the Bible; I saw them with my own eyes in the heart of Zamboanga del Sur.
A City Transformed
As we walked out of the grounds on the final night, the air in Pagadian felt different. The “Pasalamat” spirit from last month has been replaced by a “Pentecost” fire. We aren’t just celebrating tradition anymore; we are walking in a new reality.
I’m heading home tonight, but I’m not the same person who arrived. My name has changed from “Victim” to “Victor.” To my brothers and sisters in Bicolandia—get ready. The fire is coming your way next, and believe me, you do not want to be anywhere else.
