Our priest told us about Paul and Silas,
He told us how an Angel appeared to them.
The angel did not bring food to them,
The angel did not tell them about having children,
But the angel broke the chains that tied them.
Paul and Silas were in prison,
They were tied,
They could not move,
They were helpless.
But the angel broke the shackles.
As our priest talked about angels and fetters,
We were not keen,
We thought it was an old story,
Which was meant for ancient days.
But our priest was in spirit.
Why did I say our priest was in spirit?
It is because of his story.
As we heard about angels and chains,
We could not understand him.
And we were not interested with his story.
But one day,
I sat outside a shop,
It was around ten o’clock in the morning.
Next to that shop there was a liquor store,
I could see old men enter it,
I could see young men enter it,
I could see students enter it,
I could see women enter it,
Some older than my mother.
When coming out they were drunk.
That is when my eyes were opened,
And I remembered my priest.
I came to know an angel has broken yokes,
Not in Paul and Silas life’s,
But in my life.
I do not drink,
Because an angel has broken the fetters,
I do not smoke,
Because an angel has broken shackles.
I do not steal,
Because an angel has broken the chain.
I do not follow women,
Because an angel has broken the yoke.
What has the angel done?
The angel has broken the chain of fear.
The chain of shame is down,
The angel has broken it.
Countless chains the angel has broken in my life!
