An invisible force pushed me to my knees and an audible voice spoke, "Forgive your father." I had walked into my dorm room after being at a campus ministry meeting where I declared my faith in Jesus. I had not talked to my biological father in several years.
"I forgive my dad," I whispered while bowing to my knees unable to get up because of a force that held me down. Suddenly, a wall that I didn't know was erected around my heart like a fortress shattered with those words. Tears that I had not cried in years rolled down my face. My friends called me 'stone-faced' because of my reputation for not showing any emotions.
I sobbed uncontrollably as memories of my handsome father leaving my family flooded my mind. I felt the terror again when mom and dad pulled me back and forth while hurling obscenities at each other. Pain that I locked away now shuddered through my shaking body. Then a cloud of peace settled into the room as my lifelong tormentor was gone. The realization that God was on the scene in every painful episode brought me peace. God had not abandoned me or left me alone although my biological father had.
My father, Leonardo Corpus, was born in the Philippines and grew up in Hawaii. He married my mom, Aloha, when she was 19-years-old. Although he already had a wife and two kids in the Philippines, he pursued my mom when she was 15 years old. My parents divorced when I was 6 years old.
My father dropped in and out of my life bearing gifts ...
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