Patty Lam's Testimony

My Walk In Christianity

Is there something important in your life that you’ve been hanging on to for a long time? Something that you can’t necessary explain? Well, everyone does! In my lifetime I’ve learn to put faith in something that I cannot see but can feel. The presence of Christ.

I was born in Macao on February 2, 1986. Macao was a place where Buddhism was the dominant religion. It was no surprise that my grandmother worshipped certain statues. Not knowing why, I bowed my head and put incense in front of the statues just like her.

I went on doing the same old worship until it was time for me to start an education. My parents chose a private Catholic school, St. Rosa, for me to attend because it was highly ranked. Their decision changed my life. That was the first time I got to hear the real Christmas story.

From my memories, St. Rosa was a pretty school with a big church besides it. I never got to attend Sunday service during that time even though I wanted to because no one was willing to keep me company. There was a period twice a week where my teacher told me stories about Jesus and yet this man seemed just like any ordinary man to me.

When I moved to America at the end of third grade I met Auntie Cissy. From then on she took me to Evergreen Baptist Church. Little by little, I understood the pieces that I learned about the Bible back in St. Rosa. Jesus was a man that was sent by God to die for us (our sins). He was special because he was the only one who never committed sins. Whenever I felt guilty I thought of Jesus and I’d pray for forgiveness.

There was a time when I’ve been idle with my daily prayers. Aunt Cissy moved from Rosemead to Laguna Beach and she started to attend a new church. I was left with nothing to do on Sunday because Evergreen Baptist was too far away. My mom made a suggestion that I should find a church nearby. But I was lazy and I ignored her idea for about a year.

Boredom was probably the main reason why I finally seek to attend a new church. There was a Southern Baptist Church just right down the block and so I thought why not try it and see what happens. Within weeks, I was back on track with Christ again. I never had that sense of safety before; I felt like he was always with me. My Sunday school teachers showed me a good example. They gave more than they expected. I really learned a lot from going to Sunday school about Jesus’s love for people.

Now that I am a Christian I don’t think I will ever regret the day I took the chance to participate in a new church. Even though the Sunday service is a little different we all have something in common--having faith in God and trying to spread his gospel to every ear on earth. I am currently looking forward to learn more about Christ and hanging on to the faith that I have in him.

--Patty Lam