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Category: Personal Experience

  • From Belief to Disbelief

    After the First Opium War, Britain took control of Hong Kong under a 99-year lease. Christian missionaries arrived soon after Hong Kong became a British colony. They provided education, medical care, and social welfare to local Chinese people. Even today, a large number of schools – both private and government-subsidized – are Christian-affiliated.

    I grew up attending one of those schools and had the blessing of learning about Jesus from a young age. Back then, I never really questioned whether the Bible stories we heard in class were true, and simply believed them with a child’s heart. I prayed to God every night and even addressed my diary entries to Him. As a quiet, introverted kid, it brought me so much comfort to have someone I could talk to silently in my heart – especially during the two years when my two older sisters were away in the US.

    I did eventually reunite with my sisters in U.S at 7th grade.

    However, my innocent and peaceful relationship with my Heavenly Father was shattered after a global history class in high school. It was a lesson touching on the historical background of Jesus. I can’t remember my teacher’s exact words, but I still recall the message clearly. He said something like, “Christianity is a Jewish religion. Jesus was a Jewish man who never left Israel. He only preached about his Jewish God to Jewish people.”

    I was stunned. Those claims were completely new to me, and I didn’t know how to process them. In that moment, I thought to myself, So Christianity is just like Buddhism — a religion made for a certain group of people. So Jesus doesn’t actually love me; He only loves people of His own race.

    Deep down, I wondered if I had misunderstood everything I was taught as a child. If Jesus only loved a certain people, then where did that leave me? 

    From that day on, I drifted away from the faith that once felt so simple and pure. I stopped praying to God and even began mocking Christianity with my atheist friends and family members.

    I might share in another future post how I eventually found my way back to faith. I wanted to write this particular incident in this post because, this week, I’ve been reading the book of Acts. Reading about Paul being chosen by God to preach the gospel to the Gentiles reminded me of my high school history teacher’s message. I couldn’t help but wonder: If I could go back to that day, knowing what I know now, how would I respond to my teacher’s claims?

    I would tell my teacher that while Jesus was born into a Jewish family and lived in Israel, His message was never meant to stay within one nation or culture. From the very beginning, God’s plan of salvation was for ALL PEOPLE. Take a look…

    Acts 2:1-4

    When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.
    Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.
    They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them.
    All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.

    Through the power of the Holy Spirit, people from every land could hear and understand the message of salvation in their own language. It shows that God’s love truly knows no boundaries — it reaches across languages and nations. Have you ever wondered how the Holy Bible, a book written thousands of years ago, could be translated into so many languages? There must be something supernatural at work — a divine power enabling people to understand and communicate in languages completely different from their own.

    And later, in the book of Acts, we see God choosing Paul – a Jewish man – to bring the gospel to the Gentiles,

    Acts 13:47

    For this is what the Lord has commanded us: “I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.”

    Acts 22:21

    Then the Lord said to me, ‘Go; I will send you far away to the Gentiles.’

    These verses together show that Paul’s ministry to the Gentiles wasn’t his own idea – it was God’s plan from the beginning, confirming that Jesus’ salvation was meant for everyone.

    And I will share one more verse that is the driving force behind missionary ministry. It was Jesus’ final command before ascending to heaven.

    Matthew 28:19

    Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

    If I could stand in that classroom again, I would tell my teacher that Jesus didn’t come for just one ethnic group – He came for the whole world. His arms are wide enough to welcome anyone who believes in Him – including me and you.

  • The Last Breath

    Having been an oncology nurse for over a decade, I’ve, unfortunately, witnessed many patients pass away and have performed post-mortem care countless times. Over the years, I began to notice two recurring patterns that seemed to appear again and again.

    The first is something we used to call “death comes in threes.” I first heard this phrase from a colleague. Often, we would go a long stretch without losing a patient, and then suddenly, when one passed, two or three more would follow within the same week. Some might say it’s just coincidence – but when you see that pattern repeat itself time after time, you can’t help but wonder if there’s something more than meets the eye.

    The second phenomenon is what I’d like to reflect on in this post – something I call “the last breath.”

    End-of-life patients often display distinctive breathing patterns. One is called Cheyne–Stokes respiration, characterized by alternating periods of deep breathing followed by gradually shallower breaths and temporary pauses in breathing altogether. The other is agonal breathing, a more erratic pattern with moments of rapid breaths followed by periods of slowed or irregular breathing.

    Regardless of which pattern a patient exhibited, there was always an unmistakable moment — a final, audible gasp, as if they were letting out one last heavy breath. Immediately after that, a wax-like pallor would come over the patient’s face , and you would know that a life had just slipped away.

    Each time I witnessed that final breath, I couldn’t help but imagine the patient’s invisible soul leaving their body along with that very last breath. By the way, did you know that the Greek word for soul is psychē, which literally means “to breathe” but was understood to be “soul, inner being or life”? That brought me back to the Bible verse in Genesis that speaks about God giving us breath — the very source of life.

    Genesis 2:7 (NIV)

    Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.

    The same God who breathed life into Adam still breathes His Spirit into us today, sustaining us until the day He calls us home. Friends, may we live each day mindful of that sacred breath within us, and praise the One who breathed life into our souls!

     Job 33:4

    “The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”

    Thank you, Lord.

  • “Praise The Lord”

    Yesterday, I went to help out at my husband’s work seminar. When the event ended and I started packing up, one of the attendees noticed me struggling with a heavy projector screen and offered to help carry it to my car — such a kind and unexpected gesture.

    As we got to the car, he glanced at my license plate and said, “Christian. ” It took me a second to realize he was reading at the frame around it that says “PRAISE THE LORD.”

    After he went back inside, I looked at that old frame again. It’s yellowed with age, but it still made me smile because of the story it carries.

    Many years ago, my mother got into a minor car accident and took her car to a shop for repairs. The shop owner must have replaced her license plate frame without mentioning it. My mom worships ancestors and traditional Chinese gods; she doesn’t believe in Christ. So you can imagine my shock the first time I saw her driving around with a license plate frame that said “HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD .”

    Years later, she gave that car to me. I eventually upgraded to a newer model but decided to keep the same license plate frame as a keepsake. And by coincidence, or perhaps not, my new license plate begins with the letters “LRD.”

    Sometimes, God leaves little reminders of His presence in the most ordinary places. And as I look back at my life over the past several years, I truly have to PRAISE THE LORD  for His everlasting love, faithfulness, and abundant blessings !!!

    Psalm 121:8

    “ The LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”

    Friends, God is not only present during big, spiritual moments, but also in the ordinary routines of life. His watchful presence covers today, tomorrow, and eternity.

  • When Darkness Drew Me Closer to the Light

    It’s been one month.


    When I first found out about Charlie Kirk’s assassination, I felt a sadness I couldn’t explain. It felt strange to grieve so deeply for someone I had never met – someone I only watched through social media, but whose actions had inspired me since 2020. Charlie’s boldness and his faith had often reminded me that truth still mattered in a society filled with twisted cultural trends.

    And now, he was gone. What kind of world have we become?

    What happened to Charlie was more than a political battle, but a wake-up call that the spiritual battle we’re all living in is REAL. Evil exists, but so does the power that stands against it !!!  His passing somehow stirred up something inside me – a strong desire to get closer to God and to be used as His vessel.

    It’s quite a shame to admit that until that moment, I hadn’t noticed how spiritual “dull” I had became. My days had been crowded with house chores, mom-duties, schedules, and distractions. For years, I was just going through the motion of Christianity without spiritual engagement.

    I prayed every night, but mostly out of habit.

    I served in church, but mainly out of a sense of duty.

    I had not touched my bible for months because I was too occupied with other books I wanted to read.

    In the days that followed I started re-reading John from the New Testament because I needed comfort and truth.

    John 16:33


    “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” 

    Jesus never promised us a life without pain. He warned us that evil would persist, that injustice and suffering would remain as long as sin does. But He also promised victory through Him! 

    John 1:5

    “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

    I know the light still shines as I watched something incredible unfold. People across the world began to pray, to worship, to repent, to speak out. Charlie’s passing didn’t spark violence against another group of people, instead, it sparked a global revival of faith. What the enemy meant for harm, God was turning into good. He was turning millions of lost souls back to Him.

    As believers, we have to hold tightly to our faith. Satan will try to tempt us with hate or doubt. But now more than ever, we must live with love, courage, and conviction.