Recently wrote this. Here's the story of how God saved me. Specific names have been left out.
I was born to a Christian family – to a pair of
parents who were members of *my church*. We all know how faith isn’t inherited – no
one is a Christian simply because his parents were. That was pretty much true
for me for much of my early life. From the age of 5 when I arrived in
Singapore, probably starting to go to church, all the way to the age of 18, I
lived life my own way. I had minimal regard for God – He was there, yet He was,
to me, a distant God who I went to church every Sunday to hear about, but not to
learn about, not to understand, and definitely not to serve. However, God’s
grace never went far from me – despite me not appreciating it until much later.
By God’s grace, through these years my mom has
brought both myself and my brother to church – regardless of how rebellious we
were, how lazy we were. By grace I attended Sunday school almost every week in
J2, taught by WL. By grace my class of ’92 was well-bonded, and despite
there not being many guys in our class, the girls always took time to talk to
us and make us part of the community. By grace God left in my life a father
figure in my life – M.
In November 2010, I was about to graduate from
school, had plans to sell ice-cream and prepare to begin my unexciting journey
as a soldier. I was challenged by M and WL not to waste my time, not
to do such pointless things like “sell ice-cream”. They introduced me Project
Serve, a SYFC initiative to involve youths in evangelism and grow them in God’s
Word. I rejected them without a thought. To me, spending 3 weeks serving a God
who, to me at that time, had no interest in me was a complete waste of time.
Thankfully, they didn’t give up on me. I was
coerced into going for *churchgroup* Camp, which I didn’t mind, being a familiar
environment. That’s where I really discovered the love of God displayed in my
life – He worked in my heart. I remember taking 970 down to church on the first
day of *churchgroup* camp – making a short prayer – for God to work in my life, to
display His love, to prove Himself as true. Although on hindsight, it seems
terrible that a sinner like me could demand such things so blatantly from God,
He answered my prayer. I was a privileged participant of Celebrate Christmas in
Singapore, a Christmas evangelistic outreach event organized by SYFC. Over the
course of that one night, I met people who loved God so greatly, I saw many
people respond to God’s good news, I spoke to a tourist who admired the freedom
in Singapore for us to go out so openly and preach God’s Word. I was convinced
– God was real, God created, but we rejected Him. God saved us, yet we still
rejected Him. And God will come again, but this time, I won’t reject Him. I
went back to church the next morning, signing myself up to “try” 3 more weeks
at Project Serve.
I came to learn a lot during Project Serve –
learning about God, and learning to love God. I eventually extended my stay at
SYFC to 3 months, also going through a mission trip to Malacca. God has led me
through my time then, then through National Service. I made the decision to be
baptized in March last year – as an act of obedience and an outward declaration
of my faith in God. Even though I am by no means perfect now, I know my
salvation is secure – often experiencing God’s blessing, the joy of knowing Him
intimately and doing His will. He has graciously pulled me back every single
time I have fallen away, and I know that through the trials He will continue to
sustain me.
My friends, this joyous moment aside, please
remember these two things. You may not know if you touch a life, but when you
do, by God’s grace a person is saved from sin and unto life. Whatever small
efforts you might make, they can be used by God to change lives. Secondly,
parents, though faith cannot be inherited, your faith, your lives, they
influence us. It makes us who we are today, and points us to who we are to be
tomorrow. The lives of my parents have pointed me to Christ.
My Father in heaven and my father on earth have
left me these lines. The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not be in want. Surely
goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in
the house of the LORD forever.
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