When I was young, my parents used to call an exorcist for an exorcism whenever my family had a problem. It made me think that God the Creator must exist even though people call Him by different names. So after I graduated from high school, I followed one of my friends to her church. I kept the Sunday service every week and attended all the church events, but I still felt something missing in my heart. They told me that I just had to have faith in Jesus’ blood. But I didn’t understand what that faith meant, and I did not feel any connection between God and me. Then I felt depressed and stopped going to church.
However, I was still seeking God in my heart. Whenever someone talked about church, my ears pricked up. I used to think that I would go right away if I find a church that follows the teachings of the Bible. But when the truth showed up right in front of my eyes, I did not recognize it and just let it pass by me.
A few years ago, my husband and I invited some of our friends who lived in different cities. Some of them came the previous day which was Friday, and stayed overnight at our house. The next morning, the wife of a friend of my husband asked me, “Do you know where the Church of God is in this area?” I had once seen the Church of God by chance, so I gave her directions there. But then I wondered why she was going to church on Saturday.
Soon after, they sent us a magazine which had an article about her church, along with a message of appreciation for inviting them to our home. While reading the article, I became curious about God the Mother. So I called one of my friends who is a strong Christian, and asked her if the Bible really teaches that we have God the Mother. She was pretty negative about it, so without a second thought I just decided not to be curious about it anymore.
Two years ago, we moved to an apartment in a suburb. I spent most of my time at home because I had no friends there yet. Then I became a friend of a neighbor who lived in the same apartment complex. She left a very good impression on me; she always said hi to me with a smile whenever I saw her in the street. So I kept a close relationship with her and often visited her with my children.
Last spring, I went to her house like usual, and one of her church members, who was there, gave me an invitation card for the Passover. “Church of God!” It seemed to be a coincidence, but it also seemed that there was something that kept trying to connect me to that church. Thinking that it might be the one I had been searching for, I visited the church the very next day.
The Passover, the new name of Jesus … I wasn’t familiar with any of these, but I became God’s child that day, being deeply moved by God’s promise of the forgiveness of sins and eternal life. Keeping the Sabbath day that is a sign between God and His people, I became more and more convinced that I’d found the truth that I’d been looking for so long. When I learned who I really am, where I am from and where I am going, I became desperate to let my husband know the secret of life. But he did not want to hear anything about our church.
A few months ago, my husband changed his job and I began to help him with his work. His job is to paint the wall, mixing paint with lacquer or paint thinner. One day, my husband was working in an enclosed area for more than three hours, and showed signs of disorder. I was so scared and told him that we should stop, but he stubbornly said that he had to finish the job. My heart was burning and I yelled at him to stop working because it was not worth ruining his health for money. Tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so sorry for my husband.
The next afternoon, I prayed to God from the bottom of my heart and sat quietly in front of my husband.
“Honey, let’s do everything in God. Since your wife and children go to this church, why don’t you come and see?”
My husband seemed to think about it for a little while, and said that he would go to church when he had a chance. Not long after that, he kept his promise. He came to the Bible seminar, and the next day he studied the Bible more and received the truth.
I was always so eager to preach to him, but I didn’t pray to God enough. Through this experience, I was definitely able to understand that the door opens when you pray to God. From now on, I will not forget to pray to God first. I pray that my family will always remain as humble children in our Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother.
SO Jeong from Korea