A space to encounter God.
Welcome to Encounter Place. I created this website to share life lessons with my children as they come of age in hopes that my ceiling would be their floor. That they would live life to their fullest, avoid pitfalls, be resilient in tough times, enjoy all that God has to offer in their lives but above all, to be found faithful and pleasing in God’s eyes.
I welcome you, to join us on this journey as I write these lessons. It is the passion of my heart, that as you read these lessons of a father to his children, you will also come to encounter not just the words but the voice of your heavenly Father. The heart of your Father, not just content.
I created encounter.place with a dual purpose: First, as an inheritance for my children—a place where hard-earned life lessons, spiritual reflections, and timeless truths are written down to serve as a compass through every season of life. Second, out of a deep conviction about the power and importance of fatherhood.
I know that written words on a screen fall short of having a father present in person. Yet, this is my heart’s effort to bridge time and space—to leave behind guidance, comfort, and truth that can serve as a blessing beyond my physical reach.
This site is a living work in progress. Lessons will continue to be added over time as I journal, reflect, and listen.
I remain anonymous so that my personal identity never gets in the way of your own encounter with God.
To give you context, my first encounter occurred at seven years old, when my parents invited me to a traditional Protestant church. Though my parents were married in that same church, they never talked to me about God. Yet the moment I walked through those doors, I experienced a vivid sense of peace.
Soon after, my mom bought me my very first Bible—a Good News translation. Something had sparked in my heart, a deep hunger for God as I read that Bible without any prompting or urging from my mom.
Around that same time, my uncle contracted cancer. I watched as my grandmother, a staunch Buddhist searching desperately for a miracle for her son, sought out every possible answer. When she found no results from Sathya Sai Baba, she was introduced to Pentecostal Christianity and soon received Jesus into her life. Though my uncle eventually succumbed to his illness, I watched my grandmother’s life transform before my eyes as she walked out her new found faith.
Even back when she was a Buddhist, whenever she visited us she never failed to spend long moments in worship. Though we had no idols at home, she would sit quietly in our living room to pray. She carried deep bitterness in her heart—a pain I believe stemmed from my grandfather taking a second wife ten or so years into their marriage.
But something profound changed in her after she gave her life to Christ. She was genuinely happy. I began to experience a tenderness and kindness from her that I had never known before. Whenever I was unwell, she was quick to lay hands on me and pray—and I would recover soon after. Grandma was different. I had never heard anyone pray in tongues before, and through her, I was introduced to a dimension of faith and God’s power I had never known existed.
I remember when I was nine, she lent me a cassette tape recording of a testimony about someone who had visited heaven. At that age, I could hardly comprehend what was being shared, yet a deep hunger rose inside me to listen to every single word.
By the time I was thirteen, I found myself praying alone in my room with a simple, childlike prayer:
“God, I want what Grandma has.”
I didn’t even have the vocabulary to articulate what I was asking for. I waited and waited, in that room but nothing happened. But God heard that prayer—and He answered it.
To be continued…