Post by Zac Loh on Sept 28, 2005 20:38:58 GMT -5
Before I received the gift of eternal life, I was very empty inside even as I was growing-up, being in a broken home. As a teenager, I was always searching, trying new things, pursue many activities to fill my emptiness. I was extreme in many things: sports, academic excellence, girls chasing, disco dancing, partying, catching-up with the most latest trends in music and fashion, romance, I even tried out transcendental meditation, and a few more I can’t remember now. Yet, at the end of everything, I was still empty. Hollow.
One day, my cousin Bee Bee came and stayed with my family, temporarily, because she got a new job nearby. Not long after that, Bee Bee passed me two Crusaders comics. I read them, and was caught by them. It said that `Jesus is God’ and `He loves me.’ I knew the love of Jesus because I had experienced it during a Christian youth gathering. I sensed such an atmosphere of love which I had never experienced before.
So I said within myself, “if Jesus is God, and He is love, what have I got to lose?!”
So I approached Bee Bee, and told her that I wanted to be a Christian. Being afraid of any possible repercussions from my immediate family, she asked me to follow The Sinners Prayer at the back cover of the comic book – by myself.
Anyway, I don’t blame her for being cautious. It was her prayer and initiative that got me the miracle which you are about to read.
Part of The Sinners Prayer was `Jesus, please come into my heart.’ So I prayed that night. I prayed reading The Sinners Prayer, knelt down beside my bed, and lifted-up my hands, and asked Jesus to come into my heart. I prayed sincerely. But nothing happened!
I reasoned that, `if Jesus, Who is God; and had come into my heart, I would know the difference.’ `It can’t be that God Himself had come into my heart, and I felt nothing!’
So I approached Bee Bee again. I said to her, “If Jesus had come into my heart, how come I couldn’t feel even a little difference?” She asked me to pray again. I did this for four consecutive nights, for about twenty minutes each time: kneeling, sincerely opening my heart wide, and lifting-up my hands. Yet, I sensed nothing at all.
So here I was, again, asking Bee Bee. I believe she was praying hard for me.
So she asked me to ask around if there was any church nearby that I could attend, and let her know about it
Well, I remembered a friend mentioned about a church. This friend had some friends there that he hadn’t seen for some time. He was quite interested to visit them. So, my friend agreed to take me on that very Sunday.
I can’t remember the message now. But what I remember - was the pastor announcing that God told him that there was someone there - needing the peace of God. He kept calling for `that someone’ to come forward. I knew if I wanted to be a Christian, I would have to make my way to the front.
Nobody responded. The pastor kept waiting. By this time I was thinking about the cost of the decision I was contemplating to make. `My studies… would my father stop supporting me should he come to find-out about this.’ My family was Buddhist. `Would I be kicked-out of the house?’
I had a momentary mental black-out. I was seeing stars. Until then, I only knew about this sort of experience from Dennis the Menace cartoon. You know the drawing: somebody knocked someone else head with a hard object, and afterward; they draw the stars above the fainting head!
My knees were knocking each other without my asking them to do it. Again, until then, I only know about this sort of experience from my watching of The Three Stooges television comedy series.
I was eighteen years old.
Suddenly, I moved myself from the pews towards the aisle. My friend’s mouth gapped, wide-opened. Then, his face turned angry.
Only after a few years I knew why my friend reacted that way (I didn’t see him again after that). He was shocked. Then he was angry because he was expecting trouble – the trouble that I had got him into when my family found-out that he brought me to church, and I got converted!
Anyway, I reached the front. The pastor laid his hands on me and said, “Peace, my son, peace.”
On the way home, I felt such a peace in my heart. I had never experienced that before in my life. I could feel it tangibly over my chest. It was supernatural. I felt it when I woke-up the next morning. I felt it tangibly over my chest twenty-four-hours a-day for ten days.
Later I came to know that Jesus is called `The Prince of Peace.’
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
He really came into my heart.
One day, my cousin Bee Bee came and stayed with my family, temporarily, because she got a new job nearby. Not long after that, Bee Bee passed me two Crusaders comics. I read them, and was caught by them. It said that `Jesus is God’ and `He loves me.’ I knew the love of Jesus because I had experienced it during a Christian youth gathering. I sensed such an atmosphere of love which I had never experienced before.
So I said within myself, “if Jesus is God, and He is love, what have I got to lose?!”
So I approached Bee Bee, and told her that I wanted to be a Christian. Being afraid of any possible repercussions from my immediate family, she asked me to follow The Sinners Prayer at the back cover of the comic book – by myself.
Anyway, I don’t blame her for being cautious. It was her prayer and initiative that got me the miracle which you are about to read.
Part of The Sinners Prayer was `Jesus, please come into my heart.’ So I prayed that night. I prayed reading The Sinners Prayer, knelt down beside my bed, and lifted-up my hands, and asked Jesus to come into my heart. I prayed sincerely. But nothing happened!
I reasoned that, `if Jesus, Who is God; and had come into my heart, I would know the difference.’ `It can’t be that God Himself had come into my heart, and I felt nothing!’
So I approached Bee Bee again. I said to her, “If Jesus had come into my heart, how come I couldn’t feel even a little difference?” She asked me to pray again. I did this for four consecutive nights, for about twenty minutes each time: kneeling, sincerely opening my heart wide, and lifting-up my hands. Yet, I sensed nothing at all.
So here I was, again, asking Bee Bee. I believe she was praying hard for me.
So she asked me to ask around if there was any church nearby that I could attend, and let her know about it
Well, I remembered a friend mentioned about a church. This friend had some friends there that he hadn’t seen for some time. He was quite interested to visit them. So, my friend agreed to take me on that very Sunday.
I can’t remember the message now. But what I remember - was the pastor announcing that God told him that there was someone there - needing the peace of God. He kept calling for `that someone’ to come forward. I knew if I wanted to be a Christian, I would have to make my way to the front.
Nobody responded. The pastor kept waiting. By this time I was thinking about the cost of the decision I was contemplating to make. `My studies… would my father stop supporting me should he come to find-out about this.’ My family was Buddhist. `Would I be kicked-out of the house?’
I had a momentary mental black-out. I was seeing stars. Until then, I only knew about this sort of experience from Dennis the Menace cartoon. You know the drawing: somebody knocked someone else head with a hard object, and afterward; they draw the stars above the fainting head!
My knees were knocking each other without my asking them to do it. Again, until then, I only know about this sort of experience from my watching of The Three Stooges television comedy series.
I was eighteen years old.
Suddenly, I moved myself from the pews towards the aisle. My friend’s mouth gapped, wide-opened. Then, his face turned angry.
Only after a few years I knew why my friend reacted that way (I didn’t see him again after that). He was shocked. Then he was angry because he was expecting trouble – the trouble that I had got him into when my family found-out that he brought me to church, and I got converted!
Anyway, I reached the front. The pastor laid his hands on me and said, “Peace, my son, peace.”
On the way home, I felt such a peace in my heart. I had never experienced that before in my life. I could feel it tangibly over my chest. It was supernatural. I felt it when I woke-up the next morning. I felt it tangibly over my chest twenty-four-hours a-day for ten days.
Later I came to know that Jesus is called `The Prince of Peace.’
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
He really came into my heart.
