21/04/2026
On 22 March 2026, we rejoiced in the confirmation of Claire Goh and the baptisms of Ho Yong Lin, J Bavidh, Gwyneth Kim, and Lau Jia Hui! 😇🎉
Below is a testimony from one of them, shared anonymously:
“I go by John. I was born in Singapore and I come from a small family, with an elder sister 10 years older than me. When I was six, we moved to India due to my mom’s medical condition.
I grew up in a non-believing family, so God felt distant—more like a higher power than someone personal. School was tough. I was bullied, often left out, and struggled to fit in, especially since I couldn’t speak my mother tongue well. Still, life wasn’t all bad—we had our ups and downs, but we were content.
Everything changed when my mom passed away. Watching her die broke me deeply and left a void I didn’t know how to fill.
After 11 years in India, my dad, sister, and I moved back to Singapore to start over—but it wasn’t easy. We lived in a homeless shelter for 16 months before being evicted, then moved from place to place just trying to get by.
Even though I didn’t believe in God then, I felt like someone was providing for us. I remember one January, during a Coldplay concert, when every place was fully booked. My dad and I went from hotel to hotel with nowhere to stay. In desperation, I started praying—not knowing who I was praying to. Somehow, we always found a place.
After 11 days of being homeless, we got an HDB appointment. The night before, my dad almost spent our remaining money on a hotel but fell asleep. The next day, we found out we could get a rental flat—and had just enough for the deposit. That made me wonder if someone was watching over us.
A few months later, I began exploring Christianity. One day, I heard the gospel, and the next day everything felt different—more hopeful, brighter. I woke up the next morning feeling like a new person. But I didn’t fully understand it, and over time, I drifted away.
In early 2025, I hit one of my lowest points. My dad was jobless, we relied on financial aid, and I was deeply depressed with suicidal thoughts. I stopped taking care of myself and felt completely empty.
One day, I came across a video about the end times. It unsettled me, but it stirred something inside me. I started praying again, and gradually found myself praying to Jesus.
Then I felt a strong prompting: “Go to church.” I went, not even realizing it was Palm Sunday. I expected barriers, but instead was welcomed with “Come as you are.” A man approached me and spoke about struggles I hadn’t shared—it surprised me.
The following week, on Good Friday, nothing seemed to happen during the service. But afterward, as I spoke with him and looked at a statue of Jesus, it hit me—how much He loved me and died for me. I broke down in tears.
That day, I gave my life to Jesus—not just in my head, but truly as my Lord and Savior.
Now, in 2026, I’ve been baptized and am living in answered prayers. My journey hasn’t been perfect—I still struggle and face challenges—but now I have hope.
I know God is with me, even in my darkest moments. He’s healing wounds I didn’t realize were still there—the trauma, the rejection, the feeling of never being enough.
For so long, I believed I wasn’t enough. Now I’m learning that I am made in His image, fearfully and wonderfully made. God chooses the overlooked to show His glory. Even when I felt alone, He became my Father and brought godly community into my life.
I’m still not perfect. I still struggle with sin. But that’s why we have a Savior—because none of us are perfect, and Jesus died for us anyway.”
