I was born in the Philippines. I was raised in a Christian home where the Bible was open and Christ was taught. Since I was born, I’ve been going to church where my father is the pastor. I heard him preach many times about the situation of man that because of sin we will die someday and there are only two places to go after death and that is heaven or hell. He doesn’t end his message without mentioning about salvation that only Jesus Christ can save us from hell and death. As a kid that knows nothing but playing, that didn’t bother me.

Sunday School was my second home where my mother is my teacher. I liked Sunday school. There are lot of fun times, games, prizes, and friends there. She taught us many Bible stories. Just like my father, she will never end her class without mentioning Jesus dying on the cross for our sins to save us from death and hell. She would asked us every Sunday if we knew where we are going after death. If we are not sure, we must accept Christ to be our personal Savior and then she would us in prayer. I always prayed when she led us every Sunday. Again, as a kid all I was concerned about was how to have fun. Death and hell did not bother me because all I knew was that if I prayed that prayer I am okay.

I was 6 years old when one night we were having snacks in our living room. I was playing sword fight with forks with my little sister. While playing, I saw a wall outlet. I thought that that was where my dad, mom, and other adults plug something for it to work. Out of curiosity, I plugged the fork into the outlet. I instantly felt the pain starting from my right hand to my whole body. My hand was as if it was glued to the fork, I tried to let go but I couldn’t. I screamed in pain. I felt so helpless, I was really in pain. I couldn’t feel my right hand any more. “I don’t want to die” was the only thought that came to my mind while I was in that situation. I felt someone grab my hair. It was my dad and he was able to pull me. I was weak. I thought I was going to die. I was really afraid because I thought if I died that moment, where am I going? Am I going to hell or heaven?

Even after a while, I couldn’t stop crying because of fear. I asked my dad as he calmed me down, “What if I died that moment am I going to hell or heaven?” He answered me simply “if you are saved you will go to heaven, but if not, you will go to hell.” Then I answered him “I am saved, I am always praying the acceptance prayer in my Sunday school.” Then he answered me “If you are saved, then why are you afraid to die?” His answer made me cry even harder. I realized that I was not saved. As a 6 year old kid, I didn’t know the meaning of death until that moment where I could have died, and that even though I was only 6 years old, I can die.

That night, I accepted and received Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. Just like what my dad did where he saved me from that helpless situation where I cannot do anything to save myself, Jesus Christ did as well and much more. He saved me from my helpless situation that I cannot do anything to save myself from death and hell. But God gave His son Jesus Christ to die on the cross of Calvary for me. I do not fear death anymore because on the cross Christ destroyed death for me. I can say that if I die I will be going to Heaven and be with my Savior. Forever saved, safe, and secured in my Father’s hand.

As I matured and grew up, I naturally got involved in the ministry. I saw my parents’ hardships, because of that I did not want to be in the ministry. I felt the Lord calling me but I kept on running away knowing it will not be easy for me. To study, graduate, work, and be a professional was my plan. I kept doing things my own way to satisfy myself until I attended a summer camp meeting in 2013. The speaker preached that our life is in vain if we will not use it for the work of the Lord for His glory. God broke my heart. He opened my eyes that everything that I’ve been doing for myself is vain. It made me sad, I could have given those times serving the Lord, sharing the Gospel to the lost. I thank the Lord for what He did that night, breaking me and giving me the desire to be used in the ministry. People throw broken things away. But I believe God never uses anything until He first breaks it.

I was in a senior in high school when I started helping other local churches and work as a church worker in weekends. In 2014, I enrolled at the Fundamental Baptist College for Asians in Tarlac City, Philippines. There, I learned many things about the ministry. After 3 months, God opened a door of opportunity to continue my studies and training at Marietta Bible College in Marietta, Ohio under the leadership of Dr. Myron Guiler. By God’s abundant grace, I will be finished in my Bachelor’s Degree this May of 2018.

I thank the Lord for He did not only save me but He put into the ministry. He gave me the privilege to tell others about His plan of Salvation. He enabled me to teach children, distribute Gospel tracts, knock on doors and do soul winning.

Since I was a kid, I went with my mom whenever she taught children in the villages. As I grew up, I became the one who taught the kids. We have 6 children centers in our city. I thank the Lord that some of the kids that I taught are now the ones teaching the kids in other areas of our city. I was also able to do music ministry. I helped my mom in teaching the choir. We have different groups singing in the church. I guided the kids’ choir. It touches my heart to see those kids continue singing for the Lord. It is my joy to see the kids that I taught serve the Lord and be involved in the ministry of the church. My prayer to God is to use them continually and that they more grow more in the ministry.