Esther Wong
I grew up in a Christian family. Going to church on Sundays is part of my life ever since I was born. God has been gracious to me. Everything in my life went smoothly. I went through different stages of life like everyone else did. Having been grown up in a Christian family, I always believed in Jesus died on the cross for me. When I was 8 years old, I made the commitment to follow Jesus. Nothing unusual or special happened that made me turn to Christ. Looking back, my life does not have much change after I made the commitment. I continue to go to church on Sundays with my family and everything else in life went by smoothly as usual.
Showing posts with label testimony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label testimony. Show all posts
Thursday, February 3, 2011
血癌展開我與神的關係
黃惠慈
我生長在一個基督教的家庭,每個主日返教會是我自出生以來生活的一部份,神一直很恩待我,一切都很平順,沒有特別的經歷,面對的都是一般人年青人成長必經的階段。在基督教的家庭長大,自少都相信耶穌為我的罪死在十字架上。八歲那年決志跟隨主,我的決定是沒有特別或不平常的事情發生。信主後,生命沒有多大分別,都是恆常返教會,生活一切如常。回想我的成長,我一直相信神及聖經教導有關神的事情,但沒有真正經歷神及與祂有密切的關係。
我生長在一個基督教的家庭,每個主日返教會是我自出生以來生活的一部份,神一直很恩待我,一切都很平順,沒有特別的經歷,面對的都是一般人年青人成長必經的階段。在基督教的家庭長大,自少都相信耶穌為我的罪死在十字架上。八歲那年決志跟隨主,我的決定是沒有特別或不平常的事情發生。信主後,生命沒有多大分別,都是恆常返教會,生活一切如常。回想我的成長,我一直相信神及聖經教導有關神的事情,但沒有真正經歷神及與祂有密切的關係。
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Gift
Naomi | English Translation: Linda Yang
At 14, I realized for the first time that I was my own person, that I needed my own space, privacy.
Then, I found that the secrets I wrote in my journal often became topics of conversation with my mother.
So, like a frightened little bird, I hid the journal at the bottom of my backpack and took it with me everywhere.
But a classmate found it and pass it around in class.
That was the start of the nightmare.
At 14, I realized for the first time that I was my own person, that I needed my own space, privacy.
Then, I found that the secrets I wrote in my journal often became topics of conversation with my mother.
So, like a frightened little bird, I hid the journal at the bottom of my backpack and took it with me everywhere.
But a classmate found it and pass it around in class.
That was the start of the nightmare.
禮物
小米
14歲的時候,第一次意識到自己是一個獨立的人,需要有自己的空間,享有自己的隱私。
然後,時不時地發現自己寫在日記裡的秘密,成為母親與我談話的主題。
於是,好像驚弓之鳥一樣把本子藏在書包的角落裡,隨身帶著。
結果,被同學翻出來,在班裡傳閱。
那是那場噩夢的起頭。
14歲的時候,第一次意識到自己是一個獨立的人,需要有自己的空間,享有自己的隱私。
然後,時不時地發現自己寫在日記裡的秘密,成為母親與我談話的主題。
於是,好像驚弓之鳥一樣把本子藏在書包的角落裡,隨身帶著。
結果,被同學翻出來,在班裡傳閱。
那是那場噩夢的起頭。
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Ten Years
Naomi | English Translation: Linda Yang
At sixteen, she had hair down to her waist.
Father grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head on the wall. He kicked her in the face until she was disfigured.
Through her tears, she saw Mother standing in the doorway, sneering.
Haha
At sixteen, she had hair down to her waist.
Father grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head on the wall. He kicked her in the face until she was disfigured.
Through her tears, she saw Mother standing in the doorway, sneering.
Haha
Labels:
grace,
poetry,
salvation,
testimony,
thanksgiving,
translation
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Unconditional Love
Janet Lui
This isn’t a story to celebrate me, but to celebrate Jesus and what He has done for me and what He continues to do every day. I write this because this is my way of thanking Him for loving me and washing my sins away. I never deserved any of this for a second, yet He loves me so much that he has led me out of the darkness. I want to share with you my love for Him and how I am ready to dedicate my life to Him.
I fell away from God during the first few years of post-secondary. I didn’t feel as if I belonged in church with all the “good kids.” Christians were just too good, while I felt sinful, guilty, and ashamed every time I stepped into church. I told myself: this is not where I want to be. I didn’t want to pretend that I’m a good person. So I left altogether.
This isn’t a story to celebrate me, but to celebrate Jesus and what He has done for me and what He continues to do every day. I write this because this is my way of thanking Him for loving me and washing my sins away. I never deserved any of this for a second, yet He loves me so much that he has led me out of the darkness. I want to share with you my love for Him and how I am ready to dedicate my life to Him.
I fell away from God during the first few years of post-secondary. I didn’t feel as if I belonged in church with all the “good kids.” Christians were just too good, while I felt sinful, guilty, and ashamed every time I stepped into church. I told myself: this is not where I want to be. I didn’t want to pretend that I’m a good person. So I left altogether.
無限的愛
Janet Lui | 中文翻譯:楊光
這個故事慶祝的不是我的成就,而是耶穌,慶祝他為我所作的並每天繼續做的一切,用我的方式感謝他給我的愛並洗淨我的罪。雖然我根本不應得,但他很愛我,帶領我走出黑暗。我想與大家分享我對他的愛,我怎樣準備好將生命奉獻給他。
大學的前兩年內,我遠離了上帝。我覺得自己與教會裡的「好小孩」太不一樣了。基督徒們實在是太好了,而我每次走進教堂都會感到有罪惡感、很羞愧。我告訴自己:我不想在這兒呆下去,我不想假裝自己是個好人。所以我徹底離開了。
這個故事慶祝的不是我的成就,而是耶穌,慶祝他為我所作的並每天繼續做的一切,用我的方式感謝他給我的愛並洗淨我的罪。雖然我根本不應得,但他很愛我,帶領我走出黑暗。我想與大家分享我對他的愛,我怎樣準備好將生命奉獻給他。
大學的前兩年內,我遠離了上帝。我覺得自己與教會裡的「好小孩」太不一樣了。基督徒們實在是太好了,而我每次走進教堂都會感到有罪惡感、很羞愧。我告訴自己:我不想在這兒呆下去,我不想假裝自己是個好人。所以我徹底離開了。
Labels:
baptism,
depression,
testimony,
transformation,
translation
Saturday, May 1, 2010
My Trip to China
By Stephanie Young, guest contributor
This November, I had the unexpected opportunity to use my skills as an occupational therapist and joined a team from EMAS on a short term medical trip to China. I say “unexpected” because I had other plans for myself this fall. Needless to say, I had a lot of doubts and fears going into this trip at first, but with a few encouraging nudges from friends and family and the prayer support of countless warriors, I said yes, and, two months later, found myself flying across the Pacific to a city in China.
This November, I had the unexpected opportunity to use my skills as an occupational therapist and joined a team from EMAS on a short term medical trip to China. I say “unexpected” because I had other plans for myself this fall. Needless to say, I had a lot of doubts and fears going into this trip at first, but with a few encouraging nudges from friends and family and the prayer support of countless warriors, I said yes, and, two months later, found myself flying across the Pacific to a city in China.
我的中國一行
原文:Steph Young | 中譯:蔡穎
去年十一月,在出乎意料的情況下,我能夠使用自己職業療法的專長,隨著傳愛醫援會短宣隊前往中國。我之所以說這是「出乎意料」因為我本來已計畫好了秋季的活動。不用我多說你也可能知道,我開始的確對這次行程有很多疑惑和懼怕。但在朋友和家人鼓勵的推動,及無數代禱勇士們的支持下,我終於答應前往。兩個月後,我已在太平洋上空飛往一中國城市。
去年十一月,在出乎意料的情況下,我能夠使用自己職業療法的專長,隨著傳愛醫援會短宣隊前往中國。我之所以說這是「出乎意料」因為我本來已計畫好了秋季的活動。不用我多說你也可能知道,我開始的確對這次行程有很多疑惑和懼怕。但在朋友和家人鼓勵的推動,及無數代禱勇士們的支持下,我終於答應前往。兩個月後,我已在太平洋上空飛往一中國城市。
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Chinese Olympic Diver’s Baptism Testimony
Source: www.gospeltimes.cn | English translation: Linda Yang
Chinese Olympic diver, Fu Mingxia and her husband, Antony Leung, former Financial Secretary of Hong Kong shared their testimony on Yuan Zhiming’s blog. Known as China’s diving queen, Fu is a former member of the Chinese Olympic diving team and winner of three Olympic gold medals. Leung, a successful Hong Kong businessman, had previously left the business world for a tenure as Hong Kong’s Financial Secretary. They married in 2002 and were baptized in November 2009.
Chinese Olympic diver, Fu Mingxia and her husband, Antony Leung, former Financial Secretary of Hong Kong shared their testimony on Yuan Zhiming’s blog. Known as China’s diving queen, Fu is a former member of the Chinese Olympic diving team and winner of three Olympic gold medals. Leung, a successful Hong Kong businessman, had previously left the business world for a tenure as Hong Kong’s Financial Secretary. They married in 2002 and were baptized in November 2009.
Labels:
baptism,
Fu Mingxia,
Olympic athlete,
testimony,
translation
中國著名跳水運動員伏明霞、梁錦松一家信仰見證
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Jobless Meanderings
By Pseudonymous
Being laid off isn’t fun. Your identity, to a large extent (although it shouldn’t be), is attached to what you do for a living. I am particularly proud of my living because I have a cool job: I’m a fashion designer. I went to Ryerson. I’m artistic. I’m creative. I’m different. I’m unique—and I’m proud of it. Landing my first job was a proud moment. Prestigious agency, fancy job title, working downtown—and I loved what I did. I was on my way. Or so I thought.
Being laid off isn’t fun. Your identity, to a large extent (although it shouldn’t be), is attached to what you do for a living. I am particularly proud of my living because I have a cool job: I’m a fashion designer. I went to Ryerson. I’m artistic. I’m creative. I’m different. I’m unique—and I’m proud of it. Landing my first job was a proud moment. Prestigious agency, fancy job title, working downtown—and I loved what I did. I was on my way. Or so I thought.
漫步在沒有工作的小徑上
原文:Pseudonymous | 中譯:蔡穎
被解雇不是件好玩的事! 一般來說,人的身分建立在他的職業上(雖然這是不應該的)而我尤其以工作而自豪 –– 我是一名時裝設計師,我畢業於多倫多的Ryerson大學,我是個藝術家,我充滿創意,我與眾不同、獨一無二 –– 而且為此我感到驕傲!得到我第一份工作是個令我驕傲的一刻 –– 有名望的工作室,高級職稱,在市中心工作,而且做得是我喜愛的工作。一切都安置妥當、向前進,至少我是這麼認為的。
被解雇不是件好玩的事! 一般來說,人的身分建立在他的職業上(雖然這是不應該的)而我尤其以工作而自豪 –– 我是一名時裝設計師,我畢業於多倫多的Ryerson大學,我是個藝術家,我充滿創意,我與眾不同、獨一無二 –– 而且為此我感到驕傲!得到我第一份工作是個令我驕傲的一刻 –– 有名望的工作室,高級職稱,在市中心工作,而且做得是我喜愛的工作。一切都安置妥當、向前進,至少我是這麼認為的。
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Taiwan Part II: The Public Declaration
By Iris Lo
It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon, and I was sitting at a restaurant with my friends, waiting for our take-out orders. We were planning to take our lunch to the beach, where we can hang out until the baptism later that day. I looked across the table at my friend Cindy*. She had just graduated from senior high school, and today she was going to be baptized in the ocean. Her face showed a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and she was very quiet, as if trying to contain all the emotions within herself.
It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon, and I was sitting at a restaurant with my friends, waiting for our take-out orders. We were planning to take our lunch to the beach, where we can hang out until the baptism later that day. I looked across the table at my friend Cindy*. She had just graduated from senior high school, and today she was going to be baptized in the ocean. Her face showed a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and she was very quiet, as if trying to contain all the emotions within herself.
台灣第二章:公開宣言
原文:盧詠莛 | 中譯:蔡穎
那是個多雲的星期日下午,我和幾個朋友坐在餐廳裡等我們點的外賣,計畫著將午餐帶到海邊,在那兒打發時間,等待將在海邊舉行的浸禮儀式。我看著坐在對面的朋友Cindy*,剛高中畢業的她要接受浸禮。她很安靜,彷彿要將一切情緒隱藏起來,可是我卻在她臉上看到了夾雜著興奮又緊張的心情。
那是個多雲的星期日下午,我和幾個朋友坐在餐廳裡等我們點的外賣,計畫著將午餐帶到海邊,在那兒打發時間,等待將在海邊舉行的浸禮儀式。我看著坐在對面的朋友Cindy*,剛高中畢業的她要接受浸禮。她很安靜,彷彿要將一切情緒隱藏起來,可是我卻在她臉上看到了夾雜著興奮又緊張的心情。
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Interviewing Edith: Getting a Taste of the Life of a World Changer
By Linda Yang
Office conference room after lunch. Edith with her usual tall thermos of caffeinated liquid. Me with my fingers poised to type on the slick keyboard of my MacBook. What followed was an interview that whetted my appetite for the oh-so-clichéd but still vastly appealing aim of “making a difference.”
Office conference room after lunch. Edith with her usual tall thermos of caffeinated liquid. Me with my fingers poised to type on the slick keyboard of my MacBook. What followed was an interview that whetted my appetite for the oh-so-clichéd but still vastly appealing aim of “making a difference.”
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Examples of Love
I went from being a happy girl to someone totally different. I went through a time where I decided I wanted to die, and I told God I want to die. The next morning, I woke up, and I was still alive. I thought maybe God wanted me to keep living. I wanted to die because I was tired of this world. I thought that everything was strange. I also did not know how my future would be like.
愛的範例
原文:佚名 | 中譯:趙泰和
我從一個快樂的女孩變成了一個完全不同的人。我曾經有一段時間想結束生命,告訴神我想死,可是第二天早上醒來,發現自己還是活著,或許神希望我繼續活下去。我之所以想死是因為我厭煩了這個世界。我覺得所有的事情都很奇怪,並且對未來的路一無所知。
我從一個快樂的女孩變成了一個完全不同的人。我曾經有一段時間想結束生命,告訴神我想死,可是第二天早上醒來,發現自己還是活著,或許神希望我繼續活下去。我之所以想死是因為我厭煩了這個世界。我覺得所有的事情都很奇怪,並且對未來的路一無所知。
Friday, April 3, 2009
His Grace is Enough
By Emily Xu | English Translation: Linda Yang
When I first accepted Christ, all I focused on was the receiving of eternal life and going to heaven. I didn’t really understand the Lord’s sacrificial love nor was I able to make myself interested in reading the Bible. I also was not very keen on attending church and often tuned out during sermons.
There were even times when I felt that the Lord’s commandments impeded my freedom, as if this “label” of being a Christian had trapped me. It was not until once during service, we were singing a hymn, and when we sang the words, “God’s grace is sufficient for me,” the tears began to fall. I thought of myself, entering this world naked and yet had been given so many blessings and so much love, I was moved and felt filled in a way that has never happened before. At the end of the song, my heart was uncharacteristically at peace, and the tears kept pouring down. I felt the realness of God, like a child, who had left home for many years, now finding herself tightly held in her father’s arms. My heart was seized by both gratitude and repentance. A few days later, it was Easter, and as I watched the film “The Passion of the Christ,” each whip-inflicted wound on Jesus’ body shook me to the core. I could not imagine that pain, could not imagine that shame.
When I first accepted Christ, all I focused on was the receiving of eternal life and going to heaven. I didn’t really understand the Lord’s sacrificial love nor was I able to make myself interested in reading the Bible. I also was not very keen on attending church and often tuned out during sermons.
There were even times when I felt that the Lord’s commandments impeded my freedom, as if this “label” of being a Christian had trapped me. It was not until once during service, we were singing a hymn, and when we sang the words, “God’s grace is sufficient for me,” the tears began to fall. I thought of myself, entering this world naked and yet had been given so many blessings and so much love, I was moved and felt filled in a way that has never happened before. At the end of the song, my heart was uncharacteristically at peace, and the tears kept pouring down. I felt the realness of God, like a child, who had left home for many years, now finding herself tightly held in her father’s arms. My heart was seized by both gratitude and repentance. A few days later, it was Easter, and as I watched the film “The Passion of the Christ,” each whip-inflicted wound on Jesus’ body shook me to the core. I could not imagine that pain, could not imagine that shame.