Name: Chia Choon Seng
Age: 39 years old
It all started way back in the year 1998. I was in Form 4. Nearing the end of the year, together with the members of the Chinese Language Society, we would draw murals on our school wall. I remembered that once a week, my friends would go missing, leaving me in school. I was curious and asked “Where did you guys go? Why is it that every Wednesday I get abandoned to face this wall alone?”
They said they were attending a prayer meeting. I was a Buddhist then and I told myself, “Next week, I want to see what this is all about.” The week came and again my friends went missing. I decided to go look for them. I had the impression that Christians and Catholics were the same. Thinking I was “smart”, I went to the nearby Catholic church to look for my friends.
After checking the whole compound, not even a shadow was in sight. All I saw was the statue of Jesus, a large hall and church cleaners.
One week later, I followed them to this prayer meeting and met with the YFC person in charge. It was actually held in our own school. When we went upstairs, we found that the door to our classroom was locked. Everyone then sat in a circle by the corridor and started to pray while I, being slightly uncomfortable, kept checking if anyone was watching us.
That day, it was through a Singaporean staff Bee Lu who shared the gospel with me, and I accepted it without rejection. I prayed the sinner’s prayer with her. The funny thing was after the prayer, I asked her “Can I believe in Jesus and also be a Buddhist?” She just smiled and didn’t give me an answer. That was the perfect answer because if she had said that I couldn’t, twenty years later today, I will not be writing this testimony.
During the year end holidays, sister Bee Lu invited me for YFC bible studies. As I think about it, it was really the Holy Spirit working and building my faith. In my heart there were some resistance to continue bible studying but God made me a person of my word and I agreed to join the class and saw it through. I also remembered that she lent me a book about the existence of our souls, and I finished it within a day.
Slowly, I became a regular in YFC. I joined prayer meetings, bible studies, activities and camps. I was also a frequent emcee. I am amazed at being able to do this as I am a shy person.
I thank God because without someone preaching, how could we hear the gospel? How many churches now have regular evangelism efforts? I believe there are only a few. People are unwilling to share the gospel with strangers and it’s difficult to share with our family members who have yet to believe.
The most “frightening” thing in YFC is street evangelism, which is to share the gospel with strangers. It’s undeniable that sharing the gospel is something frightening, but after doing it, comes the joy. I have yet to find something that can bring me this same joy. People generally reject the gospel, but we who share it are working with the Holy Spirit which is a wonderful thing. We are messengers of the gospel while the Holy Spirit works through us to touch lives. For a person to come to Christ, it is not an easy task. On my own accord, I would never have come to believe in Jesus. It is still hard to believe that a person so deeply involved in Buddhism could now become a church “uncle” with his wife and three kids. I’m sure this was not done by my own decisions but God through YFC during that fateful prayer meeting. Until today, I still wonder what made me so interested in that prayer meeting; after missing the first meeting and asking my friends to take me to the second one. It was definitely not because of the invitation of those friends but rather due to my curiosity. It’s definitely a miraculous thing. I thank God for his mercy in saving me.