After I accepted Jesus as my Lord
and Savior at the tender age of about 13 years old, God gave me
the conviction that the most worthwhile thing that anyone could
do while on earth was to point people to God through His Son. I
was excited about the idea of using my life for something that
has eternal fruits and, more importantly, that will fulfill the
greatest desire of God’s heart, that is, for everyone to be
saved. With this conviction and a God-given passion, I made it
my life’s goal to share the gospel with everyone whom God brings
into my life, whenever it is possible.
My parental upbringing and life’s
journey have shaped and equipped me for what God has called me
to do. Having grown up in a Cantonese & Mandarin speaking church
has enabled me to share the gospel fluently with Chinese
speaking people in Singapore and Asia. I am grateful to God for
my godly mother who left behind a legacy of passion and boldness
in sharing the gospel with everyone she met. 8 years ago, I
fought cancer and that gave me a better understanding of the
mental and emotional states of cancer patients. This experience
has also brought me closer to those who are sick.
So far, I’ve witnessed to about 70
or 80 people. Other than relatives and friends, God has enabled
me to overcome all fears and inhibition in sharing the gospel
with total strangers as well. They include taxi drivers, tour
guides and fellow tourists, security guards, cleaners, shop
assistants, shoppers at markets and supermarkets, pathology
assistants, insurance salesmen, doctors, tradesmen, people at
bus stops, terminal cancer patients, dialysis patients, and basically anyone who cares to listen to
what I have to say. The Holy Spirit would guide me and with
kindness and gentleness I would tell these people about God.
Quite often, I would bring up
current events and linked them to bible prophecies and truths
and explain how they could receive Jesus as their Lord and
Savior. To the sick and dying, I would share my testimony of
God’s presence while I was going through cancer and pointed them
to God, the giver of eternal hope.
I thank God that out of the 70 to 80
people I have spoken to, I have only encountered 3 hostile
rejections. Once an elderly lady in her late 80’s angrily said
to me, “I’ll rather go to hell than believe in Jesus!” She
reported me to the nurse that I was sharing my religion with her
and I was subsequently rebuked and warned by the authorities.
Another elderly lady in her 70’s at a hospice commented to
another patient in my presence that I had the audacity to even
suggest that she should turn from her god to my God at her age.
Recently, a taxi driver did not miss the opportunity to
lash out at Christianity when I began talking to him about the
Christian faith. Whenever I encountered a rejection, I would
maintain a pleasant demeanor and continued to show kindness
despite being scolded. And I would continue to pray for these
people who, because of their misconception of the Christian
faith, had closed their minds and hearts to God.
Like the farmer in Jesus’ Parable of
the Sower in Matthew chapter 13, I have scattered good seeds
across the field. A few have fallen on fertile soil while the
fate of the rest is presently unknown to me. Regardless of the
outcome, all glory and honor belong to God who initiates and is
instrumental in drawing every person to Himself.
I am thrilled with the prospect of
meeting some people in heaven who would say to me, “Because you
shared, I’m here – thank you”. But, surely, nothing can be more
exhilarating and joyful than to hear my beloved Master say to
me, “Well done, good and faithful servant!” Until then, my
prayer is for faithfulness in carrying on being His privileged
sower of the seeds of His love.
