Jesus Came and Saved Me in My Bedroom
I did not know I became a Christian (Former Buddhist)
WILD LOVE HOLY ISLAND, THE SERIES
I did not know I became a Christian (Former Buddhist)
God in my childhood.
“Jehovah, His name is Jehovah.” said the middle age man in a white robe.
I was young, very young that I didn’t remember who that man was, how I met him, and I doubt if that event happened.
“Remember, it is God’s name.” He said.
Despite my broken memory, and how difficult that foreign name may seem to a young child. That name stuck in my head, perhaps my soul.
As a born Buddhist, I did not try to figure out who was Jehovah until recently an event proved to me the existence of God. I felt Him, or Her, or Them, Whatever God maybe.
I felt joy that I finally found what I was searching for, it was God all along, but there was slight pain that even how near God was, I was not able to have a hold of Him, like a mist of fog, beautiful to the eyes but could not be caught even how hard I tried. I yearned to know more about God, wanted to be one with Him. God occupied every single thought of mine.
The only connection I had was a memory as a young girl in Catholic school. During school time, I had a chance to participate in a Catholic ceremony. I didn’t know what that was; I saw people lined up and receiving a small piece of bread. They put that in their mouth. I wanted to receive that too, but I was not allowed to as I was Buddhist.
I didn’t think much about it, but now that memory has returned to the present. I thought of Jesus as the way to connect to God.
I went through the story of who Jesus was. I read about miracles He performed, walking on the water, changing water to wine, healing the blind, raising the dead, and rising after His death.
That was too hard to take in. My practical mind denied it. But even though I was not convinced, all I wanted to do was to learn and get to know who Jesus was. I was obsessed with His life. For many hours and days, He occupied my thought, which was very helpful in distracting me from thinking about my ex.
I was freshly abandoned by my loved one, a man whom I believed was meant for me. Even though he made it clear to move on and moved back to where he came from, deep inside, I still hoped we would get back together.
His last day was the most painful of my life because what I hoped for would not come true, and he would leave forever. We were not meant to be together. There was no miracle. I cried over and over.
The pain became bearable to the point that I begged Jesus, whom I was still skeptical about.
“Save me, if you are real. Take me now. I am in pain.”
The flash thought came into my head.
“Check on the internet.”
I typed quickly on google.
Who is God?
I clicked on one of the search results and began to read.
“Have you ever felt that you are just one out of billions of people on the planet?
Well, you might be but that doesn’t mean you’re not special to God.
God made you uniquely and He has a very cool plan for your life?”
I read through the messages and cried even harder as I always felt like I was no one and wanted to be special to someone, but I have never thought that someone is God.
“God made us so we can all have a relationship with Him. The kind of relationship where you could talk with Him about anything that’s on your mind.”
I always felt lonely, even when people were around, as if something was long missing. The idea of being able to speak to God fascinated me.
As I read, I felt captivated by the moment. The sense of time was not relevant. It was short, and it was long, and it didn’t exist.
“Accepting Jesus as your Savior will begin your relationship with God here on earth as well in heaven.
Would you like to connect to God and ask Jesus to become your friend?
To begin your relationship with God just repeat this prayer.”
I didn’t give much thought to what this act would mean. All I wanted was to be loved and accepted as I am, so I read through the prayer with tears on my face, choking up and down while those words came out of my mouth.
The prayer addressed that I confessed Jesus is Lord, and I believed that God raised him from the dead.
At that moment, the story that once was so irritating to my mind became naturally taken in like the logical mind barrier was destroyed, and everything was possible to happen, including every miracle Jesus performed in the past and what he did in my life afterward.
“I declare Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, please fill me with your Holy Spirit that I may be faithful to do what you asked me to do.”
End of the prayer, a deep peace penetrated my whole being, and tears stopped as I had never cried before. I felt content and safe. I was saved.
I was conscious and knew exactly what had happened, but I didn’t know that I had converted to Christianity.
Only later, I went to a church, and a minister who dedicated her life to Jesus asked me,
“If you like to get connected to God and ask Jesus to become your savior, repeat a prayer after me.”
I repeated a prayer after her and realized for the first time I had already done it on my own in my bedroom, no, maybe with Jesus Himself.
After we finished a prayer, I told her the story of how Jesus saved me.
She was amused.
That was the story of how Jesus came into my life, but that was just the beginning of a wonderful journey with Jesus by my side which I documented in Wild Love Holy Island, The series. Here is the list of already published stories, Enjoy!
Wild Love Holy Island, The Series.
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