Testimony

"Life is a roller coaster, magnificently planned and structure."

This is a story... of well my testimony... on why i am who i am today...
not my acadamic or relational pursuits, but my spiritual one.

I was born into a Buddhist family with some exceptions, taught to pray at the altar and chant using the 108 bead rosary.
Life as a kid was simple... and i must say i think i was pretty spoilt, demanding the latest lego toys, always wanting to go to the playground and play, free from all the academic stress of schooling life.
Life continued on and i believe when i reached the kindergarten years, my sister started bringing me to church. You may be confused my now... but well my sister was a Christian and she was brought to Christ by my uncle...
At that time i couldn't sense the tension building up, however i do remember my mum constantly questioning me whether i was a Christian or a Buddhist. My constant reply was always that i was a Buddhist.
Now if something hadn't changed... i wouldn't be a Christian now would I?
Well i guess it happened sometime during Sunday School. Somehow... the notion that someone died for our wrong doings... really appealed to me then. Abstract as it may seem, to a kid knowing he has constantly done wrong, really wants to be forgiven. Forgiven for our sins... what a great thought indeed... somehow during that period i came to accept Christ as my Lord and Savior and i can still remember my mum's stunned face when I told her I was a Christian. I vaguely remember my mum asking me to hold joysticks and kowtow towards the east or something the next day...
Was my christian walk after that smooth sailing? Obviously not i guess... the best word to decribe my walk... even now is a rollercoaster.
In primary school, my sister met her catholic boyfriend and eventual husband in NUS. Now to those unfamiliar... Catholic, protestant relationships are highly discouraged, due to well certain customs and doctrines i guess? So well, i stopped going to church then. Boy was this to complicated for my immature mind to comprehend.
A few years later, in 97, my cousin Daniel invited me for his church camp in NUS. And during the church camp something special happened indeed... i was touched by the holy spirit. The feeling i must say is overwhelming... a sense of peace and calmness... yet also a sense of overflowing happiness... undescribable by human words i must say.
So eventually i joined Aldersgate Methodist Church(AMC). The Sunday School, which is held at FMPS. I stayed on for 2 years but eventually once again left when i was in primary 5. Why you may ask? I seriously have no idea, maybe due to sloth? Maybe because i thought God was unfair, putting me in the last class. However, looking back now, those 2 years in 5/6H were probably the most character enriching years. I don't think I'll forget that class.
During those 2 years... there was always a constant prompting trying to bring me back to church. My great friend Jason always invited me to go to his church when we slept over at his house. So life continued and i eventually left HPPS with 238.
Now i must say that is a magical number. Because it allowed me to go to Fairfield Methodist Secondary School. No other score would have gotten me to FMSS in my opinion. And even on the 1st day I step into fairfield... something my principal said really struck me.
"In fairfield, no one comes here by chance, you are all here because God intended you to be"
Pretty amazing rite? lol. Anyways the most remarkable thing was that withing the 1st week of school. My ex-churchmates from Aldersgate saterted bumping into me. Desmond.. andre... sadly i'd forgotten them... but well, it served as a soft prompting to bring me back to AMC.
Little people know it even today... but when they had those evangelical sessions in Fairfield and gave out those slips i would write AMC as my church.
Now how did i get back to AMC? Well its thanks to Kevin Lam, my sec 1 - 3 classmate. Somehow i'm still amazed how he could so frankly invite people to church, people such as Edwin White also. I guess i really have to thank him for it.
It was a pushing step, but i was really never involved in participating actively in church. One sermon that struck me was the one which likened church participation to that of an orange. Where i was at was stuck on the orange peel, not able to enjoy the juicy inside.
Well... my alienated presense was soon to be changed, by the annual church camp to Genting, Malaysia. It was really something like a spiritual refresher and i really got to know others in my church, such as Joanne, Diana, Ray, Kristal... all in my camp group... I even remember playing polar bear on the coach ride for hours.
From there i eventually got to know more and more people in my church...
Really amazing how Christ wanted me to go back to him isn't it. Some people may think this is a foolish thought due to mere 'coincidences' but well... i noe what i should noe i guess? haha
Well now my spiritual walk is continuing... somehow it has taken sort of a backfoot because of As... hmmmm may I find the wisdom to prioritise wisely.

Gosh this is qutie a long post i must say.