God Opened My Eyes to Spiritual Realities

God Opened My Eyes to Spiritual Realities

Like many people in the world, I grew up with no faith and no knowledge of God. I walked with no regard for God who created me and I was comfortable with the things of this world. I regarded the things of the Bible as foolishness and vain imaginations of people desperate for something to comfort them. I am sure that I would have remained in this state of ignorance without God’s intervention. God opened my eyes to spiritual realities during my last year in Finland before I moved to the UK to study economics. It was at this time that I found myself asking questions that I had never asked before. Providently God brought into my life a Christian classmate who spoke of the things of the Lord to me. I was curious about the things that she shared with me, but I could not just take her word for it. As I started reading the Bible, I read about things that I had never heard before. I thought maybe these words are true, yet I struggled to accept that this really is so. I remember asking God for supernatural signs to prove that He exists. He never gave me one, but instead He gave me faith to believe what I was reading. This Word – the inspired Scriptures,

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This New Life Brought Me Great Serenity

This New Life Brought Me Great Serenity

I grew up in an ordinary family in China. My father was in the military. Because I had been moulded and influenced by him from an early age, I came to believe that a soldier’s calling and duty was to serve the motherland, follow orders and selflessly serve on behalf of the Communist Party and the people. I also became determined to become a soldier myself and follow in my father’s footsteps. However, as time went on and certain events transpired, the course of my life and the orientation of my pursuits were slowly altered. In 1983, I heard the gospel of the Lord Jesus. It was the special guidance of the Holy Spirit that allowed someone like me, who had been poisoned by atheism and Chinese Communist ideology from an early age, to be deeply moved by the Lord Jesus’ love. Having heard the gospel, I embarked on a life of belief in God—I began attending church, praying, and singing hymns in praise of the Lord. This new life brought me great serenity and peace. In 1999, I accepted the gospel of the last days of the returned Lord Jesus—Almighty God. Through ceaselessly reading God’s word and meeting and fellowshipping with my brothers and sisters, I came to understand many truths and learned of God’s urgent intention to save mankind. I

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Building My Relationship With God

Building My Relationship With God

I was born into a Christian family. Since I was young, I have been attending weekly Sunday School classes, Sunday services and even family cell groups. Growing up in church, I often heard stories of people’s extraordinary encounters with God. Some were healed from their sicknesses. Some heard God’s voice when they were invited to church one day. Some were filled with the Holy Spirit and after accepting Christ, their lives were completely transformed. Such testimonies amazed me. I came to believe that if I, too, had such a powerful testimony, I could definitely bring more people to Christ. Even though I fully believed that Jesus died for my sins and resurrected after three days,  I was once told that the mark of someone who is saved is a life-changing testimony. After some time, I started to believe that only believers with such compelling testimonies were true Christians. And this bothered me greatly because I didn’t have a dramatic testimony. Was I truly saved? While wrestling with this question, I continued serving actively in church, reading the Bible, and praying daily. During this period, God faithfully ministered to me through sermons, His Word, and the people around me. In spite of these, I still struggled with my salvation. In pursuit of a “perfect” testimony, I decided to deliberately attempt to

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How I Came to Faith in Jesus

How I Came to Faith in Jesus

Forty-five years ago this week, at a high school Youth for Christ club Christmas party, I heard the gospel clearly for the first time. It was December 9, 1975. I was 17 years old. I realized that I was hopelessly lost, spiritually. When I responded by putting my faith in Jesus Christ, I was born again. Unlike many testimonies you have probably heard, I was not saved out of a life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I realized years later that God had protected me from risky behavior in these categories. So, what was taking place in my life that brought me to that decisive moment? Let me explain. Good, but not good enough I have to back up a few years before I describe what happened to me that day I became a Christian. I do not think many of my friends have heard me share this story in detail, so it is long overdue. I grew up in a church-going family. I always thought I believed in God. However, I had never heard the gospel preached in such a way that I could understand how to begin this relationship with Jesus Christ. And yet, God was working on me, and was paving the way towards faith in Him. In the mid-70’s, my dad took my sister and I

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Testimony of Healing

Testimony of Healing

It hasn’t only been in my childhood that the Lord has healed me, but I’d like to share with you the following two stories because of the lifetime impact that healing makes upon a child. When I was one year old, I was supposed to die. When I was born, there was something wrong with my neck that the doctors couldn’t fix, and it was inevitable that with the passage of time, the condition would have eventually twisted my neck and I would die. The doctor knew there was nothing he could do to change it. Five months, three times a week my mother took me for treatments to temporarily relieve my pain. But the doctor was so sure there wasn’t anything that could be done to correct it, he only charged my folks for six treatments even though he administered somewhere between 50 and 60. My parents didn’t know the Lord. My mother’s cousin didn’t know the Lord either, but she’d heard about the Foursquare Church in Long Beach, California. She’d heard that at that church, Jesus healed people, and she wrote down what was wrong withme and took this note to the church. There she found somebody and asked, “There’s a little baby that’s dying, and I brought this note. Will you pray for this baby?”The people said,

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