In 2013, soon after arriving in New Zealand, I was invited to a Chinese church’s Bible study. Though I didn’t understand much, I enjoyed the fellowship and kept attending. At a Sunday service, when the pastor asked who wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior, I raised my hand—thinking it simply marked the end of that season. I prayed the sinner’s prayer and was baptized soon after.
Later, I began attending Auckland Baptist Tabernacle, where I learned about Jesus’ unconditional love. Having grown up in a family where love was rarely expressed, this message deeply moved me. Yet, I still misunderstood sin, thinking it was merely human mistakes. I saw Jesus as a loving teacher, not the only way to God.
In 2018, I returned to China and drifted away from faith, turning instead to yoga, meditation, and New Age teachings. I considered Jesus only one of many spiritual leaders. But when I came back to Auckland in 2022, staying with my former pastor’s family, I began reading the Bible again. I realized I was like the Israelites—loving God’s gifts but not God Himself.
In 2023, while listening to Paul Washer’s sermon “What Is the Gospel?”, I finally understood the depth of my sin and the cost of Jesus’ sacrifice. When I heard His cry, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?” I wept, realizing He bore God’s wrath for my sins. At that moment, I truly repented and believed.
Now I know Jesus is not just the way and the truth, but the life itself. Once dead in sin, I have been made alive in Christ. From 2013 to 2023, God patiently transformed my heart—and I can joyfully proclaim: Jesus Christ has saved me.
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