I was born in 1946 and
baptized into the True Jesus Church (TJC) right after my birth. Looking back, I
feel that God has watched over me all my life, and I have received abundant
blessings from Him.
But You are He who took Me
out of the womb; You made Me trust while on My mother's breasts. I was cast
upon You from birth. From My mother's womb You have been My God. (Ps 22:9–10)
Thank God, I was blessed to
be born into a TJC family. God chose me from the day I was born. Hence, I did
not have to go through the process of seeking the truth. Instead, God was
already there to lead me throughout my life. This is God’s special grace to
MY GRANDFATHER’S CONVERSION
In 1926, my grandfather and
my father converted to the TJC from a Presbyterian church, where my grandfather
had been an elder. A group of TJC members from Xiamen, China, had come to
Taiwan to spread the gospel. That year, three churches were established in
During that time, Elder
Barnabas Chang preached the gospel in my grandfather’s town and was well
received. This was when my grandfather started to study and discuss the truth
with the TJC ministers. He believed that a person who has faith in Jesus Christ
must have the Holy Spirit. When the TJC ministers asked my grandfather whether
he had received the Holy Spirit, he replied, “We also have the Holy Spirit.”
Then they asked, “Where is
the Holy Spirit?”
My grandfather replied, “We
received the Holy Spirit when we believed.”
The ministers asked my
grandfather to turn to Acts 19:2, 6 and 7. These verses show that a person who
believes in Jesus Christ and confesses Christ with his lips does not
automatically receive the Holy Spirit. Instead, when a believer receives the
Holy Spirit, he or she will speak in tongues.
After this explanation, my
grandfather and a few others prayed for the Holy Spirit according to the method
taught by the TJC. Subsequently, a few among them received the Holy Spirit.
After experiencing the Spirit, they believed that Jesus Christ is truly with
the TJC. Thereafter, a few families, totaling about thirty people, left the
Presbyterian church and converted to TJC.
About fifty years ago, one
of my father’s nephews came down with a fever that lasted many days. His
temperature peaked above forty degrees Celsius. The doctor across the street
examined the boy several times. He told my father, “We’re good friends, so I’ll
be honest. I have tried every medication available, including antibiotics. The
prognosis is not good.” This was a worrying thing for my father to hear.
But then, he remembered a
certain deaconess by the name of Mary Yang. God had blessed her with special
gifts. If a person was ill or demon-possessed, they would be healed after she
prayed for them. So my father got on his motorcycle and rode to Kaoshiung,
which was seventy kilometers away from our hometown Matou, to find her. At that
time, all the roads were unpaved gravel roads, and the motorcycles were made of
scraps of metal. The journey to Kaoshiung took him over two hours. When my
father finally arrived, he explained everything to Deaconess Yang. However, she
was busy with the local church work at that time, and would probably be
physically unable to endure the two-hour ride on the motorcycle back to Matou.
So she asked my father to sit down and read John 4:46–53.
This passage records how a
nobleman from Capernaum came to Cana to ask Jesus to heal his child. But
instead of going to Capernaum with him, Jesus told the man, “Go your way; your
son lives” (Jn 4:50). At the time, the man’s son was in Capernaum, which was
about twenty-five kilometers away. On his way home, the nobleman was met by his
servants, who reported to him that his son was healed. Upon inquiring further,
he discovered that the fever had left his son at the exact time Jesus had said,
“Your son lives.”
After my father had read
this passage, Deaconess Yang said, “Let’s pray together. Afterwards, your
nephew will be well.” So my father prayed with Deaconess Yang at the church in
Kaoshiung and then returned to Matou, resting at the church in Tainan on the
way. Once he reached home, my sister-in-law met him at the doorway. She said,
“Dad, the fever has receded.” Moreover, my father found out that the fever had
reduced at around 11 a.m., when he had been praying with Deaconess Yang in
The God we worship is
almighty, transcending time and space. Although Deaconess Yang and my father
had been praying seventy kilometers away, God’s power still came upon the sick
child at home. I’m thankful for my father’s testimony, for it not only
strengthened the faith of the second and third generation of believers in our
family, but it also helps us to understand the God we worship—He is truly
living, omnipotent and omnipresent.
GOD’S GUIDANCE IN MY LIFE
So I perceived that nothing
is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works, for that is his
heritage. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him? (Eccl 3:22)
Through God's guidance in my
life, I was able to find a job that I truly enjoyed. From young, I had always
wanted to be a teacher. When I was fifteen years old, I visited Taipei with a
few other people. As we toured the city, we passed by the best university for
education in Taiwan. I thought to myself how wonderful it would be if I could
one day be admitted to this university. I even asked someone to take a picture
of me in front of it. God fulfilled my wish some fourteen years later. At the
age of twenty-nine, I enrolled at this university to study education.
Since I worked in education,
I also became heavily involved in the religious education and counseling work
at church. Hence, God allowed me to serve Him according to my talents and
interest. He also allowed me to work happily as a teacher for thirty years,
which I believe is a special grace from God.
I have no greater joy than
to hear that my children walk in truth. (3 Jn 4)
I believe that those who
have a family will put their focus on their children, and will be concerned
about their children’s future. But the Scriptures tell us that we do not need
to worry, as long as our children walk in the truth.
My wife and I took our three
sons to church services since they were young, even at night. Attending church
became part of their lives and they continued to attend services regularly
after they started school, even when their school assignments increased and
things became more challenging. If they had an exam the next day, they would
attend the evening worship service and study afterwards.
As a parent, this made me feel more at ease,
because I knew that this habit of regular church attendance would help my
children hold on to the foundation of faith, so they would not easily go
astray. Thank God, today all my children have graduated from university and
have their own careers and families. Most importantly, they have remained in
the church and are able to participate in church work, which gives me great
comfort. In fact, the best inheritance that we can give to our children is the
inheritance of faith.
In 2002, I took early
retirement. In September that year, I attended a wedding officiated by Elder
Huang from Tainan. He had not seen me for six months, and remarked that I had
lost a significant amount of weight. Although I attributed this to exercise and
eating a healthy diet since retirement, he was still worried and recommended
that I get a check-up. A couple of weeks later, some visiting theological
training program students also noticed my weight loss and suggested the same
thing. Although I felt fine, I thought I might as well take their advice.
I waited a month before I
booked an appointment at the hospital, as I could get a twenty percent discount
during the month of my birthday. The day after my physical examination, I
returned for the results. The doctor said the weight loss seemed to be due to a
tumor. Four days later, he called to confirm the diagnosis of colon cancer. I
became weak at the knees when I heard this. Since we live next door to church,
my wife and I immediately went there to pray.
Later, I underwent surgery
to remove fifteen centimeters of intestines, followed by six months of
chemotherapy. Although I was in remission, the doctors continued to monitor my
condition for seven to eight years afterwards.
In retrospect, if God did
not send various people to recommend that I see a doctor, I would not have done
so. But God alerted me through these brethren, and prompted me to take action.
Though the diagnosis was bad, it was discovered early, so the treatment had a
greater chance of success. God is indeed a God who constantly watches over and
takes care of us.
Our Jesus is more powerful
In April 2009, during the
last day of our spiritual convocation at my home church, I had a heart attack
and was taken to hospital. Because my condition was critical, my heart was
stopped and I was connected to a mechanical pump for four days. This procedure
was effective, but it came with adverse effects. I experienced facial edema, or
swelling caused by a build-up of fluid in the facial tissues. Later on, there
were problems with my kidneys and blood circulation. My blood vessels burst,
and the locations of the bleeding were not found until seven or eight days
I had to stay in the Intensive
Care Unit for eighty days, where I was comatose for the first forty-four days
and hooked up to a ventilator.
The attending physician, Dr.
Wang, informed my wife and children that the prognosis was not good. Since he
had seen my wife and kids praying, he asked them if our religion permitted
resuscitation, and whether I would want to return home before taking my last
breath. These questions sounded like a death sentence, so my wife became very
sorrowful. She said, “Last month, when my husband was unconscious, Jesus saved
him. Now, we can only ask that you use your professional judgment to help us,
while we pray at home.”
Later on, my wife called two
sisters and asked that they notify everyone to pray for me. The doctor had
pronounced that there was nothing more he could do, so the only way now was to
rely on God.
Over the following few days,
my wife noticed that my dependence on the ventilator was gradually declining.
The doctors had said that even if I recovered, I would be attached to a
ventilator for the rest of my life. Yet, after a week, I was able to breathe on
my own. My wife was overjoyed. The doctor remained cautious, but after five
days of observation I remained stable, so I was moved to a regular cardiology
My attending cardiologist,
Dr. Yeh, came to see me in the cardiology ward. The first thing she said was,
“Uncle Huang, Dr. Wang said that your Jesus is definitely more powerful than he
is.” When we heard this, we were greatly comforted. Dr. Wang was an experienced
professional working in a large hospital. But since my recovery defied his
prognosis, he could only declare that this was a miracle from God.
He sent His word and healed
them, and delivered them from their destructions. (Ps 107:20)
When we are ill, it is
natural to seek the best medical care possible, but we must have the correct
mindset. It is our Sovereign God who allows us to live and heals our illnesses.
Doctors may aid the process, but God is sovereign and in control. So when we
see a doctor, we must remember to constantly rely on God through prayer.
Since my recovery, I have
continued to give thanks to God for the grace He has bestowed upon me. May this
sharing encourage everyone to have more trust in the Lord Jesus. May all the
glory and honor be to our heavenly Father. Hallelujah! Amen.