Church Building First Anniversary and Baptism 2003

Date: 7th December 2003
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Pastor Megan
As the church celebrates its first anniversary in its own church building, I have almost been with the church the same amount of time, so it¡¦s an important anniversary for me as well.

It has been an exciting year. How wonderful it is that one of the biggest problems facing the church at the moment is that already we are too large for this building! That is the kind of problem it is good to have. So we have to thank God for how he is using this church to both reach people and to grow them as well.

The English service has had a good first year as a ¡§proper¡¨ service in the sanctuary. We have seen attendance almost double in that time, and many of us grow in our gifts and skills in serving in worship.

GJs, our english speaking youth ministry, has undergone a significant amount of change, as we have added more variety to our program, so that we can fulfil the different purposes of such a program, such as fellowship, evangelism, worship, teaching, discipleship and so on. We have had several new people join this group during the year. Next year we look to even more change as we try to widen the English ministry to include people of Uni age. Please pray for us as we make this change.

The adult English bible study has had a very stretching but fun year. We have managed to study Deuteronomy, Hebrews, New Testament Overview, Prayer, Decision Making and How to Read the Bible. We have also had some times of sharing, of both seriousness and laughter, and it has been good to share our journeys with each other and encourage each other on the path.

The English Sunday School and Bible Study will also undergo some structural change next year as changes in numbers in different age groups means it is time to put some new and more formalised structures in place.

Thank you to all those who have served in all these areas of the English Ministry. All of you have been encouragement to me in your faithfulness to God and willingness to serve him.

One of the highlights for me of this year will occur with the baptisms of several people I have pastored and also taught in Baptismal classes this year. What a privilege it is to witness these people commit themselves to following Christ. I have been humbled by their willingness to be humble before God and allow him to work in their lives, even when that has been difficult.

Another highlight has been for Anton and myself to feel real belonging and community at this church when we come from a different cultural background. Thanks so much to all of you for welcoming us. We specially felt this when we lost our unborn baby this year, and so many many people supported us and loved us in so many ways. Thank you.

I have mentioned some programmatic changes for next year, but of course these are only important as they help us to achieve our more fundamental purposes. I have used a prayer of the apostle Paul¡¦s several times this year as a benediction, and I would like to share it with you here as my vision for the church ¡V one which helps both those who know Jesus and those who don¡¦t yet know Jesus, know his love more and more:

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth takes its name. I pray that, according to the riches of his glory, he may grant that you may be strengthened in your inner being with power through his Spirit, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love. I pray that you may have the power to comprehend, with all the saints, what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.
(Ephesians 3:14-20)

I really do believe that God can do with our church so much more than we could even ever dream of, and it is my prayer that as a pastor I will be open to the leading of God¡¦s Spirit.

Your sister in Christ,
Pastor Megan

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Simon Lee
I used to go to a catholic primary school in Hong Kong when I was young. I remember that there was a subject called 'The Bible'. This was my favorite subject as well as PE (Physical Education). When I was young, I really enjoyed listening to what Jesus did and other biblical stories, and I also believed that there's a God and believed in creation.

When my family including myself migrated to Australia, I didn't get much chance to learn more about the Christian doctrine until in year 8 when my cousin came to Australia from New Zealand. We both couldn't fall asleep one night and ended up having a little but impacting chat. My cousin is a Christian and she told me a lot of stuff on the book of Genesis. Unfortunately she had to go back to New Zealand after a short while so I didn't get a chance to know a nearby church.

In 1998, a friend invited me to this church (Kingsgrove-Beverly Hills) and I really enjoyed the times I had. I also want to give thanks to God how He solved most of my problems deep in my heart by preparing 2 great mentors giving advices. They taught me how to pray and to rely on God.

I was raised in a very money-focused family, they have high expectations from me and I was really pressured by them. I remember once when my mum told me to try out the selective high school test, I was really upset and pressured because I didn't want to change school again (because I have changed couple of times) and I didn't want to get into a selective high school. I didn't like sharing with my parents because they don't really understand me and also from my childhood. When I did something wrong and told my parents with honesty, they told me off without thinking by my side and soon, I had built this barrier and became very self-protecting.

Half a year later, our church organized a church camp and it was in that camp that I decided to follow Jesus and converted to become a Christian. I started reading the bible and I remember that I finished reading 'Luke' in one week's time. I also want to thank God that he prepared a bunch of brothers and sisters to support me when I was still a baby in spiritual terms. From talking to a mentor of my fellowship, I have learnt how to forgive other people. Thank God again because He changed me, I was not an easy-going person and was very strong-minded. I remember once when my parents and I had an argument over something and we didn't talk to each other for few days. To be more correct, I should say I avoided talking to them for a few days. After sharing with one of the mentors from my fellowship, I apologized to my parents and I am sure Holy Spirit told me to do so. There are more gradual changes in my life and I believe I am still changing because of God. I have stopped swearing, littering and stealing, etc.

I know God is with me, when I was upset and felt hopeless about the car accident 2 years ago, He was with me and experienced Him during the hard times. After that car accident, I have decided to follow Him for the rest of my life because I know He does love me and care for me.


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GRACE

I grew up in a Christian family and I've been going to church and Sunday school for as long as I can remember. I knew that God created this world and everything in it, including me. I knew all those famous Bible stories and all those great Bible characters. I knew I was a sinner and that the result of sin was death and separation from God. I knew that God loved the people in this world so much that He gave His Son, Jesus, to die on the cross for our sins so that we can have everlasting lives. Yes, I believed, but this God was still only a God who appeared in the Bible.

When I was about 10, my dad challenged me about whether I was sure about this God that I say I believe in, whether I was sure I would get to heaven. I realised that I can't go to church just because my parents are going, I can't say that I believe just because my parents believe, and I can't assume that I'll get to heaven just because my parents are going. Dad told me that I needed to have a personal relationship with God, to experience this real, living, loving God myself. At that time, I didn't understand why he asked me those questions, and I didn't feel the need to know the answers to them.

But this changed when my family and I migrated to Australia 4 years ago. There were so many new things I had to adapt to, so many things I had to learn. My greatest trouble was making new friends. I began to feel true loneliness, sadness¡KI didn't tell anyone about how I felt, because I didn't think that anyone would understand, and no one seemed to care. But through that period of time, God worked within me. Although I was alone, I knew God was with me. He always answered me when I asked, and during times of desperateness and loneliness, He was there to wipe my tears dry and comfort me. When I did something wrong and felt as if I didn't deserve His love, he showed me grace. At times, it even seemed like the whole world was against me, and Jesus became my best friend. He taught me to forgive, He answered my doubts and He guided me through the difficulties in life. I experienced the love and peace that He gave me, and it was truly something that no one else can give. God became real in my life. There were so many times where I did not follow what God wanted me to do, or made the wrong decisions, but the Holy Spirit was always there to guide me back to God. I realised that I'm a sinner who didn't deserve all the good things that He has given me. I was unworthy even to talk to Him directly. I made a choice to repent for my sins, ask for God's forgiveness and accept God's gift of salvation. Because Jesus sacrificed His life for my sins, God has forgiven me and accepted me as His child. I realised that I am nothing without Jesus, but with Him, everything is possible.

And in return for His love for me, the least I can do is to devote my whole life to Him. That's why I want to get baptized. I hope that through this, people in my life will be witnesses to the fact that I am willing to offer my life to God. Jesus himself was baptized too and I want to follow His example. And most importantly, I want to be baptised because God wants me to.

Joey

My first contact with God began at the age of 6 when my grandma took my mum and me to her church in HK.

In 1992, my family and I moved to Sydney. It so happened that after a few weeks of settling down...my " Auntie" invited our family to Beverly Hills Chinese Baptist Church and it was in year 8 that I went to my first YOUTH FELLOWSHIP.

During the years in fellowship, I was able to truly understand who my Heavenly Father was and I was given the chance to make the first important decision of my life. The chance for me to leave my old life behind and receive a new one from God was something so great that I didn't know why I had such blessing. The fact that He sacrificed his own son Jesus for our sins, I really didn't know how to repay this great gift and I knew God didn't want me to repay him with deeds but to follow him and have faith in him. Therefore, I want to acknowledge my need for forgiveness from God and to show him my submission and obedience (which have always been my hardest lessons and still are). I was converted in year 9. During these last few years, I have been able to know more about God and what it means to have God in my life. Growing up under the guidance of God through our teachers in fellowship and Sunday school has been very rewarding! However, as I became older and with a fair bit of commitments in my life, my spiritual life has deteriorated. God used to be my first priority but he became the last.

My pride and my own hypocrisy were my biggest trouble. I always believed I knew everything and had the right to say certain stuff, but in fact I didn't. I had gotten used to the idea to always pass on certain knowledge of what I knew to my family and friends because I thought my opinions were important and they should listen to me. However I never realised what I was doing was wrong! I was so enclosed in my own world that I could not even admit to myself that I was on the wrong side of the track. I was too proud. I had the desire to change my family when in fact the person who most needed to change was me. It took me a while to let that sink in. I have learned that no matter how bad the situation was, it wasn't up to me to fix it up or pass on my judgment. It was up to God. The idea of responsibility had gotten a bit too big in my head. I might have overused it. However, I knew God didn¡¦t give up on me. The situations that he allowed me to be in at times gave me the opportunity to see what I have been doing wrong all along. I realised that I needed God more than ever. I have no control over my life and I needed guidance. God was definitely there all the time even though sometimes I was too blind and stubborn to hear him but I had faith he was there looking over my shoulder.

It¡¦s always something that I couldn't figure out, why it took me so long to get baptised. But the fact that I am doing it now, I really appreciate God has given me this chance to show him how much it means to me to get baptised. God made me realise that I should never be a hidden Christian and should use this opportunity to show others who are not yet Christian of what a great gift I have received. Especially this year, which has been the most traumatic, I have experienced a lot and I have seen how God was really there. Without him, I might not have made it through. When I was most vulnerable, God was taking care of me, he made me realised how truly weak I was and I could never rely on myself. God's love was there all along and no matter what I did, he still loved me.

And now, the disease that I have got will always be something that I try to figure out. Why has it happened? But then again, there are so many things in the world that happen, but no one can provide answers! I have cried for help and asked God for answers and I know he is already really patient with my never-ending questions and hesitation. Things could have been worse but they are not and I need to thank God for that. I don't think I have fully grasped why I am going through this, but one thing for sure, I feel really blessed that so many people are walking this long journey with me especially my family and friends from church. In a way, I have learned that God is giving me this opportunity to really believe in him and have faith in what he has prepared for me and to overcome the obstacles that he had prepared for me to develop my endurance and inner strength. Brothers and sisters from church have done a lot for me and through them, I can see God is constantly always beside me. Even though times might be hard at the moment, they make the whole situation a lot easier for me to live through it.

God has been really good to me even though I have sinned so much. He is always there for me. I don't know what else I can do to show my appreciation but to let him know my commitment and love to him. I feel really blessed that God is in my life and will always be.

Daniel Kwong

My testimony is probably not as spectacular as the events that the apostle Paul would recount on his testimony, but my motive here is not to entertain but to testify that I have witnessed the Lord and feel the urge to become baptised. I will explain how God has reached into my life, which began in a non-Christian family.

My father grew up in Malaysia while my mother grew up in Communist China, both which are countries not too keen on Christianity, so as a result my grandparents practised a primitive form of Buddhism meaning that my parents had no form of religion at all. This meant that they brought up Gary and I were in the ways as they saw were correct and in the customs and culture of the Chinese.

My parents at the time were constantly working hard. Although we looked like the average happy family, it was certainly not the best without Christ ruling over our family. My parents had the usual arguments while Gary had our brotherly fights.

As God planned everything in the beginning, his plan was revealed to our family very early when I was a few years old. This was not a ¡§formal¡¨ plan but started his plan to save our family from sin. When I was a few years old, my parents having no knowledge of religion, decided that I was to be baptised as a Catholic if the need arose that I needed to attend a Catholic School. From then on, my religion was stated as Roman Catholic but due to my parents¡¦ motive for my baptism, I was only a Catholic in case I needed to go to a Catholic school.

My Christian life was soon to be transformed when in 1999, the most bizarre chain of events led me to Christ. On a normal Sunday, in which most Christians went to church, our family spent its usual time at home, doing nothing and waiting to go see Star Wars with my cousins as planned by my Aunt. However, Gary and I had an argument and our father punished us by not allowing us to see the movie. As Gary was on the phone with my Aunt, my Aunt also said she had wished to cancel the movie as her daughters both had a dispute.

My Aunt thought that there was something definitely wrong in both our families, so she decided to seek a solution, the one that has changed all of our lives, going to church, Beverly Hills Chinese Baptist Church.

My perception of BHCBC was very different, although I had not regularly attended a Catholic Church, still I had a deep sense that there were many things that were different. I was greeted by very cheerful people, who I call brothers and sisters now.

When I completed my first year of highschool, and after I had been at BHCBC, I decided to leave the Catholic Church as I saw that there was hardly any relationship encouraged with God as most of the time people spent there time talking to the Catholic priest and people were not able to have a relationship with God as they often needed to pray to Mary or saints who would pray to God for them. I also left the Catholic Church as the significance of God was constantly covered by traditions such as the sign of the cross before prayers and kissing the Bible. In summation, I left the Catholic Church, as it did not follow the Bible, which God commands us to, and I saw the Catholic Church was a way in which people lived a life worthy to the Pope and Priests.

While this transition occurred, my family was drastically changed when we came to change, as Christ worked in our family.
¡P My father ¡V who was the angry figure in our family, began to show compassion for his children in different ways. Previously he had used physical discipline and said it was out of his love, but I never saw it that way.
¡P My mother ¡V Christianity seemed like it was going to fail in our family, as my mum had difficulty in accepting Jesus as her Saviour. Our whole family was divided and it was the first time our whole family prayed together, for the acceptance of Christ by our mother
¡P Gary ¡V we had fewer fights, although we may have had fights, they were not physical and as the sun set, we would forgive and let go.

I changed along with my family. I felt God calling me to be a follower of the Baptists and reminding me that he had given us the Bible for us to follow on earth. The Holy Spirit guided me through my spiritual battle, although I was unaware of it. God¡¦s promise of the Paraclete helped remove my hard heartedness and allowed me to see the plan he had for me and that was to be a proper child of God and obey him through his words. Since following the Baptist Church, I have seen that all that God commands us to do is in the Bible, no need for stupid traditions and praying to Mary and the saints. I have also learnt to have a closer relationship with God, that is, a relationship that does not need me to ask someone else like Mary to pray for me or go to confession to have my sins forgiven by a priest.

My parents were quickly baptised in 2001 and I knew it was a fresh start that God had given our family. I felt a strong urge to be converted in the Baptist Church but I was like most people as I was too afraid to speak up. God opened the door to me early 2002, when Annie Shum, Andrew Wong and Vincent Tang asked whether I would like to be confirmed as a Baptist. My conversion made it clear to me that I was saved by the grace of God, which continuously amazes me, not by the works I have done or whether I have committed a serious sin such as murder, as I was taught at a young age.

In summation, God has not only transformed me but he did this as a result of transforming our whole family. As God discretely revealed his plan to our family through my Catholic Baptism, I had a ¡§passport that allowed me to enter a Catholic School, however my salvation as a Catholic was one that was you could say as treading on thin ice as it had no concordance to the Bible. Today, as a result of my own FREEWILL, I have already accepted Jesus Christ to be my Saviour for God¡¦s eternal plan for myself. I was baptised as a Catholic without FREEWILL and had no understanding of its significance. Today, I feel it is God¡¦s plan and have a strong desire to be baptised as a result of my own decision to show that I want to start a new life and follow the Bible as Jesus commanded it.

 

Lucy

Good Morning/Afternoon Everyone,

My name is Lucy and I¡¦m 19 years old. I was born in China, in the city of Shanghai and now I study Computer Science at the University of New South Wales. This is my testimony to the living God who has loved me, called me and forgiven me through the grace of his son, the Lord Jesus Christ.

I grew up in Sydney, in a supportive and accepting family of four with a sister who¡¦s currently attending high school. My parents are Buddhist. We have a huge, custom redwood worship stand in our living room built especially for the Buddhist statue, the glass bowls of fruit, 50cent sized ceramic cups always filled with water and the golden incense holder. Although the stand reaches up to my shoulders, I¡¦ve never felt anything behind its significance. Something about talking to a statue, cleaning the yellow smoke stains off the ceiling and positioning the furniture in wind positions, which did not coincide with my inner conviction that there is an intelligent creator and a higher force, which governs this world. Yet growing up without God, I had put my faith in my studies, human effort and at times, I felt like I was enslaved to conform to the expectations and fashions of this world.

I first experienced knowledge about God when I was in the 9th grade. My girls¡¦ high school had weekly Christian Ed classes taught by this red-haired lady who was also my geography teacher. My Christian Ed teacher spoke as one with honest passion, logical reasoning, and a controversial sense of humor. She told us stories of this creator and a universal cohesive force, which we call God. She spoke of heaven, of her own revelations and conversion and of the significance of Madonna videos in Italy during the late 80s. She lifted up her leg on the table to show us the boots she wore when trekking up Mount Sini and through Mecca. Her words were earnest, powerful yet humble and she backed them up as one with experience. She once boldly declared that Christians have the freedom to drink and spoke of the time she shocked one of her ex-students by buying her a bourbon and cola in front of her friends. She also emphasized that diet cola, chocolate and Greek plate smashing is more fun than getting drunk any day. But truly the most significant thing she talked about was this man called Jesus. She declared that he is God in the flesh and was sent by his father to die by crucifixion as to atone for human sin. That even though Jesus was holy, he was human and had experienced pain and human emotions. He was one of those people, who when he talked, everyone listened and were amazed and I believed her, because that was the type of influence she had over her students. She said Jesus was the promised messiah and it¡¦s not by our own works but the grace of God that we are saved.

Sometime during the next few years, I prayed for this God to reveal himself to me and show me the richness of a Christian life. At the time, I didn¡¦t know any churches I could attend or even where to obtain a bible but God had provided me with some close Christian friends and his Holy Spirit. My first bible was a devotional bible and had an inscription on the cover: ¡§Lucy, May the word of God influence you in many ways.¡¨ I was given this bible after my car accident in the 11th grade when I got hit outside my high school in the rain. I flipped in the air, landed face down on the road, with one of my shoes nearby. God recovered me to full health, but he also cemented my trust in him, and hope in relationships at the same time.

When I started university, one of my close friends, Renee, had filled in an application for me to attend a Mid-Year Conference UNSW church camp with her. She didn¡¦t hand the form in, but sort of pointed to it with a toothy grin. This camp was unique from all the other camps I¡¦ve been to throughout high school.
Pervading our surroundings, there was this sense of inclusion, enthusiastic energy and a harmonization of spirits. The first years sat with the post-grads and seniors during lunch and discussed the food, study and how God had worked in their lives. I cannot fully describe it, but these people were genuinely friendly, passionate, and possessed this zeal to love God and his creations. We were all united and ignited under the Holy Spirit, and for brief moments, I experienced this sense of what heaven would be like. We all wore nametags and everyone introduced themselves to everyone else. The 3 most asked questions were: 1. What course do you do? 2. Which year are you in? And 3. Which church do you go to? I could answer the first two, but had trouble explaining the last one. I prayed about this and once again God delivered. This church moved and now celebrates its 1year anniversary for being 10 minutes away from my house.

I often get asked, how do I know that God exists and is intervening in my life? It¡¦s hard to give a one-dimensional answer.
How do you condense to 50 words or less, every living day when God speaks, guides and gives meaning to life, answering your prayers through his love, sacrifice and promise? It is not through blind self-reprimand or convoluted logic, but an active relationship that possesses a power to bring everything, even suffering to one¡¦s advantage so that we may become ¡¥kings and priests¡¦. Romans 5: 2-4 affirms ¡§¡K And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.¡¨ In essence, it is a relationship that flourishes upon submission and obedience. It is an odd thing to do, baptism is odd, it¡¦s a celebration where you witness seemingly reasonable people get dunked underwater in front of strangers, friends and family. But Jesus has commanded this and so we do it, for he has looked upon his children and said, ¡§Trust me.¡¨


Hayden Chan

Looking back, I have been, and still am, so blessed in all aspects of my life, even though some of them were fairly well disguised at the time. There have never been any great ups or downs, perhaps because God understands that change and I are not good friends.

I first attended church with my parents shortly after emigrating to Australia, when I was about 7 years old. Every Sunday was filled with Bible stories, hymn singing, great friends ¡V it was all very comfortable. Questions such as ¡§Who is Jesus?¡¨ were easily deflected by my well-versed answer of ¡§He is the Son of God who came to the world to save us from our sins by dying on the cross and rising again on the third day.¡¨ Prayer was something you should do at church and just before meals.

By around the middle of high school, however, the questions became harder to answer. How can a 2000 year old cross save me? I had no idea. Nevertheless I did not dare to ask. People like me were supposed to know the answer! I had Christianity down to a fine art, but at that time I started to feel exactly like the fool who built his house on the sand. I felt the pressure and hated it, I was angry that God never seemed to reveal Himself to me, never had any dramatic life changing moment. At the same time I never thought that I needed Him, since I did not really need help with anything.

But thankfully I was never brave enough to completely let go. I¡¦m sure that was God working, and I am so thankful He never let me go. He gave me the determination to instead go the other way. Unfortunately pride still made me wary to ask questions, but God mercifully provided answers through speakers, books, teachers, friends and a loving, patient family. At one evangelistic night when I was in year 11 the speaker especially spoke to those who have been to church for a long time, but never really received Jesus as their Lord. Yes, that was me!

The more I learnt, the worse I felt. In this new light I was proud, envious, impatient, ignorant¡K I was a sinner. But at the same time I thought it was OK since according to my half learnt theology, God somehow works everything out. I prayed, I read the Bible, and tried to ¡§be good¡¨ but I did not achieve the joy and peace I was expecting. But God wasn¡¦t ignoring my cries, even though it felt like that at the time. He answered it simply by bringing me back to the foot of the cross. At a summer youth camp the whole plan of salvation was explained to us. God gave me the wisdom to finally understand the answer I thought I knew. I realized the grace of God is bigger than I ever imagined ¡V as the Bible says, where sin increased, grace increased all the more. This brought me a new purpose, a new hope, and certainly the peace and joy of God filled my void as He promised.

This doesn¡¦t mean life is plain sailing from now on. Actually there are still times of doubt, of sadness, of tiredness, of laziness. But by the mercy of God my sins are now carried by Jesus ¡V that¡¦s what He did 2000 years ago. ¡§God showed His love for us in this: while we were still sinners, He died for us.¡¨ I pray that everyone can come to know this God that I know, to experience the same joy and peace, and live with the same hope of eternal life! Praise and glory be to Him who loves us and calls to us, and I pray that we can respond to His call by accepting Him as our God and Saviour!

EDWIN

Many of you have probably known me since I was in Year 4, when I first came to this church, small, immature and naive. Not much has changed since then, but I have grown in one aspect, which is my faith. As I was raised in a Christian family and background, most of my teenage life I¡¦ve been sheltered under the caring wings of my parents. As Aunty Tiny, one of my bible study leaders, challenged me last year to experience God myself, I began to think about my relationship with God, and started to consider and think about what it is like to be baptised. I was slightly put off being baptised initially, as I thought it was just something for older people, and that once you were baptised, you had to be really obedient.

Nevertheless, I decided to start talking to people about it, what it involved and how I should approach it. There probably was no exact time when I could say that I was converted, but more of a realisation of how God has played such a great role in my life, especially during this year through the HSC and stresses of leaving school.

One incident which I remember was during my trials before a maths examination, in which I was really nervous, unprepared and stressed. I was emotionally, physically and spiritually drained, and I felt so weak and powerless. On the verge of breaking down, I sat down and prayed to God, telling Him all my problems and asking Him to help me through this difficult time. After prayer, I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace inside me, one which I¡¦ve never experienced before. It was then when I truly realised how much God loves me and cares about me, completely understanding what I¡¦m going through, as He came down as a man once before. It was then when I realised that God is in control of everything, and He has the ultimate plan for everyone of us. From then on, I was strengthened in my faith, in trusting in the Lord to carry me on His shoulders. All I need is to have faith.

When Pastor Megan presented the opportunity to become baptised just a few months ago, I decided to really consider baptism and take it as a serious step in my spiritual journey. Not just a thing for old people, but an acknowledgement that we are all sinners, fallen short of being called righteous in the eyes of God. But because of His incredible love for us, He sent Jesus Christ to die for us, so that all who believe in Him, will not perish, but have eternal life.

Although I¡¦m not a perfect Christian, actually, I¡¦m very far from it, but I hope to grow in spirit and in truth as I walk alongside Jesus in my spiritual life. I¡¦d just like to thank everyone who have supported me spiritually through the years, pastors, bible study teachers, friends, and of course my loving family. For those who haven¡¦t been baptised yet, I urge you to consider it as a serious commitment, but one you will never regret. Thank you for allowing me to share my testimony to you all, and I¡¦d like to end with my favourite passage from the Bible, from Isaiah, 40:29-31.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles
They will run and not grow weary
They will walk and not be faint.

Jeoffrey
I had started to go to church on a regular basis, when I came to Australia in 1992. I was 5 years old, so, I wasn¡¦t really there for worship of any kind. Just to play. It was like that for a number of years. Soon after, I started Sunday School. I knew Sunday School was a place to learn about Jesus and God. Before we started Sunday School, we had to sing praise to God, but I never realised that. And so, it was the worst part of my day on Sunday, mainly because I can¡¦t read Chinese. And there was one teacher, who had always noticed us boys not singing, and we got punished by her for not singing, standing up and singing solo, singing as a group of boys in front of everyone. But that was always over after a while. I gained knowledge about the bible through Sunday School, but it was more as a story rather than a religious belief. Then in yr 6, my friends had grown by another year, and moved to the youth service. I felt kinda lonely during the Sunday School, because it was me, and 3 other girls. I was very intimidated, outnumbered by 3 to 1. The Auntie in charge of Sunday School saw that, and gave me the choice to move up into the youth service. I knew it was the wrong motive to move up, but it was much better than being with 3 girls. So, I moved up.
It was mainly in yr 7, where I had started to believe the stories I had learnt in Sunday School. I realised they were more than just stories, but was a belief. Throughout yr 7 and 8, my mind grew spiritually, and I understood the messages the mentors were giving. I knew what I was believing in, and who I was believing. It was Jesus. I knew that to believe, I had to accept Jesus as my personal saviour for my sins.
Within my heart, I accepted, but, I was too scared to walk up to a mentor and tell them that. For a few weeks I didn¡¦t make a move, until Auntie Maureen approached me and said she¡¦d like to talk to me after I came back from soccer. I thought that this was my chance to tell her. And when I went back to church, I finally found Auntie Maureen¡K but along with 2 others. I walked into the room and I was really nervous. And they started to talk to me about my belief. At the end of it, I was a Christian.
The past few years have been the most hectic of my life. Not my whole family is Christian, because my dad isn¡¦t. He has affected me the most in my life, probably because every few days I would get into trouble. Even up until now, I still get into trouble, for mainly minor things like not helping out or house chores and when I did, he never said anything. Throughout my high school life, he was harsh on me. Conversations never came up when it was just us, or when our family is there. It was just my sister and mum who I would easily start a conversation with. My mum always told me that, no matter what he is still my dad, and I should at least try and do the things he wants me to.
I knew my dad wanted the best for me. But his method for doing so, I thought was harsh. It was him who brought me closer to God. There have been countless arguments over the years. All of them I would end up crying. My mum always saw me sad when these arguments occur. And the next few days after the argument I would be silent, not talking to anyone. My mum would talk to me and encourage me that my dad isn¡¦t Christian, we have to accept him and try to be a living representation of what a Christian is like. I tried, but I would always end up in trouble. The reason I disliked my dad is most probably because of the way he teaches me, by way of scolding me, not caring for my feelings. But I never showed it. Though I know the 10 commandments tell me that I have to honour my father and mother, most of the time, and I can only do half. I tried hard, but never worked. There have been times where I blame God for doing this to me, I always ask him why he puts so much pain in my life. And then I think back to what Jesus has done for me. And my faith in Him grows.
The past few months, I have only got into trouble a few times. And I thank God for it. I know that my dad wants the best for me, and recently I have improved into being the son he wants me to. I realised that my improvement is God's doing. And that without him I know I can¡¦t handle things that come into my life. Also, I think that God has begun to change his heart, as arguments within the family have decreased dramatically.
I'm here because I want to get baptised. My dad has actually helped me rely on God more than ever and has helped me realise God's power in everything. After every argument I would pray as hard I could to Him, to get me past these things, and to change my dad¡¦s heart so that he could become a Christian. For the past 5 years I have been praying for him to be changed and become a Christian. But it hasn't changed yet. But I believe God can do it. And through these hard times I have gone through with my dad, I have learnt to trust God with all my things, and not trying to do all things by myself. I know that God will be able to change my dad¡¦s heart in his own time. God's care of me has made me realise that he can do anything and everything.