The Origin of My Belief
In February 1998 I became a Christian. For those unfamiliar with what this means, I have acknowledged my sins and accepted and submitted myself to Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. I believe that Jesus died on the Cross for my sins and, in response, I accepted His rule over my life.
Two years ago if you ask me whether I will ever be a Christian, my answer would be an emphatic “No, never.” Looking back, it is amazing how a short period of time have changed my outlook some completely.
You may ask: why do I choose to become a Christian? Isn’t that a silly thing to do? Why believe in something supernatural like a God? Bible stories that told of cripple people walking again and dead people coming back to life. Aren’t all these ‘incredible’ (in the sense that it is believable)? Aren’t these just stories in the nature of fairy tales? How can you believe in something so unscientific and irrational?
Indeed, before I decided to become a Christian, these are exactly the sort of questions that stop me accepting Jesus. These are some of the questions that I struggle with during the past year or so.
So what make me decide to believe? There are no specific thing or event that cause me to believe. Even the reasons are difficult to state. The decision to believe is neither rational, nor is it entirely irrational. Perhaps, at the end of the day it is just a matter of faith!
One thing I can say in my case is that this is not a faith that came suddenly. It is not a spur of the moment thing that happen, for example, during an evangelistic event. It is not an emotional decision, nor one based on ‘fee’. It is not a blind faith, or, a mere leap of faith. It is a faith that emerges through my experience throughout the past year or so.
During the past year or so I was engaged in a conscious and an active process of investigation and introspection. This process also, in a way, form part of the broader experience that led me to God.
If you have read other people’s testimony, there is perhaps no more boring and unremarkable experience that mine. Yet, the most special thing about this experience is that, from my perspective, it reveals a strong sense of influence and guidance over my life from an external source- a source that I now come to realise and appreciate as the work of God alone. This is an experience that is not easy to put into words, but nonetheless it is one that I would like to share with those who are interested.
The following testimony, experience or thoughts, or whatever you want to call it, adopt the following structure: