I was born into a family that was very deeply rooted in idolatry. From young, I would follow my parents and extended family members to temples everywhere and was, myself, very devoted to Buddhism.
When I was in Primary 6, my father got involved in an industrial accident and broke both legs. This had a very great impact on my family. My mother had to go out to work as a result, and my father was hit by depression. All of a sudden, my parents were taken away from me; my mother by work and my father by depression. As a growing teen, it meant a lot to me that I had people to share my life and my problems, but I could not burden my father with anymore of my troubles and I did not want to add on to my mother’s fatigue after she had had a hard day at work. I had nobody to share my joy and troubles with. I started staying out late because I had lost all reasons to be home early. Even when I had nothing on, I would just stay in school or go out with friends, just so I did not have to go home to packed lunches or dinners. I started spending a lot of time with my friends, for I would always be able to find a listening ear among them, and they were interested in my life. I would spend all day hanging out with them, and even neglected my studies. My parents, especially my mother, saw me as a child turned bad and rebellious, and we were eventually on very bad terms. It became a vicious cycle that I could not see its end.
Our family sought a number of people and religions for the solution to my father’s illness, but our cries went unanswered. Finally last year, my mom met a colleague who is in FCBC, and she brought all of us to church. Within 3 months, my father gave his life to Christ and was cured of depression! We were all very happy for him, but I still did not know personally who this God is. My mother forced me to attend service with them every week, and though I obliged, I was very reluctant.
Until one day in June last year, I heard a voice telling me how foolish I had been to be living my life in such a manner. Then, I just knew it was God talking to me. He surfaced all my feelings of loneliness and showed me what I was doing to my life. He told me He loves me, and He will give me a new life, if I would just believe in Him. That very moment, I gave my life to Him.
Now, I am a child of God, no longer a slave of the evil one! And by His grace, loneliness no longer has any hold over me. Today, my whole family has given our lives to the Lord, and in just a short period of less than 9 months, the Lord has worked miracles in my family. With this common conviction and faith, my parents and I now have many common topics to talk about, and we can just share everything with one another. Through the love of the Lord, I now feel even more deeply the love my parents have for me. They, too, seem to understand me more. We now support and cover each other with prayers and the love of Christ has given our family a new sense of intimacy with each other.
It is a miracle how God can change my family in just 9 months! Praise the Lord!
Cluster camp 2008 photos
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