Very fortunately, I was born in a Christian family. So I’ve always been going to church and attended Sunday school like all the other kids. I even went to a Christian primary school when I was in HK. As a child, I only saw going to church every Sunday and praying before every meal as… habits – things that I was taught and used to do. Just like everyone else at school who were non-Christians – I lied to teachers; I swore at friends; I cheated during exams. Thinking about it now, I was just… one of a kind – a Sunday Christian.
To be honest, I would say that there wasn’t really a dramatic turning point or a magical moment that made me realise the importance of God, but… there was a time when I really came to see my need of Him.
My family decided to migrate to Sydney when I was 12. To tell the truth, things were not so easy for me at that time as I used to be quite timid and quiet in front of people I am not familiar with. So… having to communicate in English (which is not my first language) in a completely new environment where I had no friends was pretty hard for me. But with God’s grace, I have adapted quickly and was able to pick up English and made new friends.
Everything was going so well until… one day; I came back from school and was told that my mum was diagnosed with… stomach cancer. This happened when I was around 13 years old, so I have only really heard of the term “cancer” in some tragic movies; or at least, I never expected it to happen to someone who is so close to me. I remember I was very worried. But I didn’t tell any of my school friends about it at the time because I know that I would just get too emotional. I would just cry every time when someone asks me about mum’s condition. I even questioned God, asking Him – “why does it has to happen to my family – why my mum?”
Although God didn’t answer me directly, I experienced His work. People at church were praying for us and gave us lots of support, both physically and emotionally. And those support meant so much to me. They made me realise how important it is to fully rely on God…God alone and not on my own. So I continued to pray for mum’s health and… after undergoing a long fight with those awful treatments, my mum has recovered. Thinking about it now, I am so glad that my parents have brought me to church – a place where I have the opportunity to learn about the bible, learn to pray, learn to be a true Christian, and ultimately, learn to acknowledge and receive God’s most amazing gift – that I can now have a relationship with Him through what Jesus has done on the cross, even though I am unworthy of it.
Although even now, there are times that I still struggle to fully depend on God, I do see and experience God working in me every day and reminding me how privileged I am to be one of His children.
Very fortunately, I was born in a Christian family. So I’ve always been going to church and attended Sunday school like all the other kids. I even went to a Christian primary school when I was in HK. As a child, I only saw going to church every Sunday and praying before every meal as… habits – things that I was taught and used to do. Just like everyone else at school who were non-Christians – I lied to teachers; I swore at friends; I cheated during exams. Thinking about it now, I was just… one of a kind – a Sunday Christian.
To be honest, I would say that there wasn’t really a dramatic turning point or a magical moment that made me realise the importance of God, but… there was a time when I really came to see my need of Him.
My family decided to migrate to Sydney when I was 12. To tell the truth, things were not so easy for me at that time as I used to be quite timid and quiet in front of people I am not familiar with. So… having to communicate in English (which is not my first language) in a completely new environment where I had no friends was pretty hard for me. But with God’s grace, I have adapted quickly and was able to pick up English and made new friends.
Everything was going so well until… one day; I came back from school and was told that my mum was diagnosed with… stomach cancer. This happened when I was around 13 years old, so I have only really heard of the term “cancer” in some tragic movies; or at least, I never expected it to happen to someone who is so close to me. I remember I was very worried. But I didn’t tell any of my school friends about it at the time because I know that I would just get too emotional. I would just cry every time when someone asks me about mum’s condition. I even questioned God, asking Him – “why does it has to happen to my family – why my mum?”
Although God didn’t answer me directly, I experienced His work. People at church were praying for us and gave us lots of support, both physically and emotionally. And those support meant so much to me. They made me realise how important it is to fully rely on God…God alone and not on my own. So I continued to pray for mum’s health and… after undergoing a long fight with those awful treatments, my mum has recovered. Thinking about it now, I am so glad that my parents have brought me to church – a place where I have the opportunity to learn about the bible, learn to pray, learn to be a true Christian, and ultimately, learn to acknowledge and receive God’s most amazing gift – that I can now have a relationship with Him through what Jesus has done on the cross, even though I am unworthy of it.
Although even now, there are times that I still struggle to fully depend on God, I do see and experience God working in me every day and reminding me how privileged I am to be one of His children.