Church of Christ The King, Sungai Petani

03/05/2026

Chancery Notice_Obituary_Fr. Anthony Pillai Thomas

03/05/2026

The body of late Fr. Anthony Pillai Thomas has arrived in the church. You may begin visiting tonight (3rd May 2026) up to 12:00 midnight. Kindly dress appropriately (no shorts) when you come for the wake. Thank you.

03/05/2026

It is with profound sadness that we announce the passing of Rev. Fr. Anthony Pillai, who returned to the Lord this evening, May 3rd 2026, at Fatimah Hospital in Ipoh.

Please keep Fr. Anthony and his loved ones in your prayers during this time. We will share the details regarding the wake and funeral arrangements as soon as they are available.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul rest in peace. Amen. 🕊️

11/04/2026

"For the sake of His Sorrowful Passion: have Mercy on us and on the whole world."

Jesus, we trust in You.

A Blessed Divine Mercy Sunday to all!

05/04/2026

03/04/2026

He was stripped… Not just physically, but of dignity. Mocked. Spat on. Beaten. Stared at. Laughed at.

I don’t think we can even begin to fathom that kind of humiliation.

And if I’m honest, I think a part of me has always tried not to. I’ve softened the story over the years, made it feel a little more gentle. Something I could sit with without it getting too close.

The last supper with His friends. The crown of thorns. Carrying the cross.

And then I skip ahead…

I skip to the empty tomb, to the part where He’s no longer there. Where it feels victorious and light and safe.

Because sitting in the middle of it, the brutality, the shame, the exposure… it’s heavy. It reaches into places we don’t always want to go.

And maybe for many of us, who can barely hold our own stories, our own wounds, our own trauma… it’s hard to sit with His. Hard to read it. Hard to picture it. Hard to stay there.

So we move on.

But He didn’t.

“And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross.”
-Philippians 2:8

He stayed in it. In the pain. In the shame. In the full weight of it.

For us.

Not when we were healed. Not when we had it all together. Not when we looked like we had it figured out.

Right there in the middle of our brokenness. Not for one. Not for some… for all.

And there is something about that… that should quiet us. Humble us. Undo us a little.

Because this was not tame love. This was costly love. And yet… there is an ending. A real one.

He rose again.

And because of that… so can we.

Maybe not all at once. Maybe not overnight. But slowly, gently, piece by piece.

The same power that brought Him out of that tomb meets us right where we are.

He makes beauty from the ashes of our lives. He gave us new life. He gifted us the Holy Spirit and grace in abundance because of what He did for us on that cross.

And I don’t want to take that for granted.

So maybe… we don’t rush past the cross.

Maybe we sit with it for a moment.

And then we lift our eyes… and remember that the story didn’t end there.

“He is not here; He has risen, just as He said.” Matthew 28:6

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