Persecution began

I believed in the Lord when I was a student at a college. Persecution started during my first few months of believing when my dad heard a lot of rumors about our church and how brothers and sisters tried to brainwash us and wanted to gain permit in the UK. Therefore, I was not allowed to go to church or see brothers and sisters.

One afternoon, my dad scourged and hit me because I refused to tell him who phoned me, that really made him very furious. My study books were tore and my new typewriter was broken. At that time a verse in the Bible really encouraged me, “Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell”. Despite of all these pressures and ill-treatment, I continued to have strong faith in Jesus as He was the true God and Saviour.

That morning I was about to leave the house to go to Chinese school, trouble began, my dad was very infuriated, there were no exercise books except 2 Bibles (English and Chinese) in my bag. I forgot to place the books in my bag that morning but my dad didn’t believe me. He tore my Chinese bible and threw it in the bin. What kept me going was that I know who I believed. Jesus loved me and died for me. I continued to trust and believe, but it was pity a few sisters were ill-treated and was threaten by their dads, couldn’t sustain therefore they left church. Early morning on my way to college, I was very hungry, I ate 4-6 bananas in one go. At times it was hard, I was constantly monitored and once time my dad followed me to the bus stop. Despite of these, I never turned back as God loved and He was with me and I was not alone. I took all opportunities to go to church after my lessons, before or after my Pizza Hut shift. I treasured the time spent with brothers and sisters and pursuing God in the meetings.

I gave thanks during that first few months as a new believer, even there were a lot of pressures at home. But what kept me going was the support from brothers and sisters and their prayers. Even there were pressures and fears at home, I gave thanks to God, I was able to baptise with 9 other Christians.

Everyone who believes in Him will not be put to shame

My dad used to persecute me, but I gave thanks to God, my dad believed in the Lord a week before he passed away. It was the mercifulness of God and His grace. God is true, He answered my prayers, and not long now my mum will believe the Lord soon. God will never disappoint me because I trust in Him. He is faithful and trustworthy. Praise God in the highest. Salvation belongs to God.