How the Lord Found Me
Before I believed in Jesus, I followed Buddhist teachings. I grasped the core ideas quickly, and at first, those practices helped ease some of my anxieties. But as I went deeper, questions began to surface—questions I couldn’t ignore.
One that stayed with me was about the six paths of reincarnation (Samsara). I began to wonder: what exactly determines which path a person is assigned to? How were different variables being weighed against one another? Who manages all those? Obviously, there was no answer, but while I was left wondering, life took a sharp turn and led me to a different country. In this different country, I faced different challenges and fears—and suddenly, the Buddhism practices didn’t help me anymore, causing me to start searching again.
A Governing Thought
One thing I always held onto was this: if there really was a God above all things, including what our five senses could detect in this physical realm, then He should not be close-minded or afraid of questions, especially the well-thought ones; He must be willing to answer questions and be reasonable about it. That was the criteria I used to know if Someone qualifies to be God.
God’s Pursuing Me
Then something unexpected happened: everywhere I turned, someone was preaching the gospel to me. It felt like the Lord was arranging these encounters, no matter how much I tried to walk away.
Eventually, I prayed—even though I wouldn’t have called myself a Christian yet—“Lord, bring me to the center of Your way.” Soon after, I found myself at a home meeting with believers from the local church. When I asked to be baptized, while all the official churches had told me it was not their scheduled time for baptizing, the believers in the local church didn’t hesitate—they showed me a verse that said, “Look, here is water… why wait?” and baptized me right away in a bathtub! It wasn’t fancy, but it was real. I was so happy afterwards, because after all those years of searching and wandering, I knew I had finally found Him—and I had entered into His camp.
After that, I did some “church hopping and shopping.” Despite the fancy lights, sound effects, and fun activities at other places, my hunger to know more of God was never satisfied. But the first time I went to the Lord’s table in a local church I was truly fed! I couldn’t stop going there after that—and I’ve been feasting every time since. On top of that, I always sensed a strong light there—something so real and attractive. I simply couldn’t turn away.
A Prayer for Growth
Since then, the Lord has been faithful. I remember one of my first prayers: “Lord, help me grow fast—no matter the cost.” I told Him He had my permission, even if I might resist later. He took that seriously and has been faithful to it.
His Love Remains
Today I can say—He knew my name before I even knew His. He never let me go, no matter how much I mocked Him. He found me, He gained me, and He’s still growing in me. I love Him, and I know now: He loved me first.
This is not just my story, it’s my memorial to His faithfulness. If you’re seeking, doubting, or even mocking Him—He’s not far away. He’s waiting. And the river is still flowing.