When i was younger and stayed at my grandparents place, i constantly follow the Chinese tradition of prayers. I didn't know what it actually meant but i just did it cause my grandpa was my role model.No one asked me about my religion and no one asked what cause do i serve.. As i grew up through my childhood to primary, the word RELIGION, never really bothered me at all.. Not on bit. I would say i am a Buddhist without knowing a being a Buddhist mean. all my childhood life, i never bothered asking my grandparents about this. They would just tell me to follow what they say.
Coming to the age of 11, i started to follow my dad to church. My dad has been a Christian every since he was in his teens. So i thought, 'HEY, why not right?' But when i went there, my life started to change in a very dramatic way. I started thinking differently, and started to ponder on questions of life. Why am i here, is there a God and blah blah blah u get the picture... ><''''
At 12 years old, i got saved and was baptised in water and i never looked back since. In camp, they asked to pray for one person we really wanna see become a Christian and the only thing in my head i could think of was my grandpa, Ye Ye. Thats what i called him. His name was Wong Min.... Before he left, he gave his life to Christ on his death bed..I just cried.... not knowing what to do. But i know he is in a better place...
But recently 2 years back, i've backslidded badly, although i was a youth leader and christian union president, i no longer feel that fire burning within me... I lost it, was it the things i've done? something i said? i really dont know...There was an emptiness inside my heart and i knew that God has forsaken me. i began doing things i shouldn't do and eventually leaving schoolwith a tainted image, a scared soul, a broken heart..
ANYWHO.... ENOUGH WITH THE HISTORY CLASS....
Fast forward 2 years to the present day, my parents 'encouraged' me to go for this seminar called the 'Glazing of Glory with Bruce Allen'. At first i really didn't see where it was going, but after the 2nd day, i got really excited! This speaker was so humourous, intellectual, and had a child like faith. He has been through so much, and had gone a whole long journey. I was amazed story after story, miracle after miracle. And then, the last day..... *dramatic victorious music*
They had a prayer session, where healing and lives were being touched.. And as people went out there to pray. i stood there in my seat thinking 'gosh, if only i could be in his presence again'. Then.... I saw this good friend of mine from Crisis Home went up to be prayed for... And a flashback came to me on how i met him, how i bonded with his family in the Crisis Home.... images of a younger me appeared and tearsjust start rolling down my cheeks... I could feel the love of God pouring out on me... I was again, filled with something that i cannot imagine to describe... I felt the feeling that was missing for so long.My faith in the Lord begin to grow... Until i felt like the boy i was before, except older and more hungry for Him.
I have found my holy place again in my heart..... :')
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now, I see....
Amazing Grace by John Newton
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