Monday, December 22, 2008

Jerry's Conversion

I first met the missionaries through my classmate who was not a member of the church. My classmate, my brother, and I went to DeliFrance (cafe) every Sunday evening while we chatted with the missionaries in English, since it was more a one-on-one and effective way to learn English. Although we went through many pairs of elders, trust and friendship was established. A pair of Elders gave me a Book of Mormon during Christmas (1998). Upon walking home, when asked by my classmate, “Are you ever gonna read it?” I said, “No.” It was the first BOM I threw away before I arrived home that night.

Elder Bell first brought me to the senior missionaries’ English class, which was my first time to go to an LDS church’s building. After about a year, since the public exam was done, we stopped contacting the missionaries.

About a few months later, I wanted to learn English again and found Elder Bell, who was the AP at that time, serving in the mission office. (The Hong Kong Temple has a chapel and the mission home within the same building.) After visiting, Elder Bell and his comp taught me the “first discussion” at the visiting lobby of the HK Temple. The Spirit was strong and I felt it, although I didn’t know what the Spirit was at that time. I got the BOM again and sincerely read 3 Nephi 11. I called and left a message at the mission office. For some reason, I never heard back from them. The BOM was put on my book shelf. One day cleaning up our home, my mom asked, “Are you ever gonna read it?” “No,” I replied. It was the second time I threw the BOM away.

A few months later, I saw a pair of elders doing GQ on the street, (GQ=Golden Questions=street contacting). Among all the people passing by, brushing them off, I had the same feeling I felt in the temple. That feeling drove me to them, Elder Wong and his comp.

This time is different…. I have always been a “question boy,” who asks many deep questions in whatever I learn in class. Many questions like, “How can people be made out of dirt?” “Where is the exact physical location of heaven?” I mean, come on, how can those US missionaries explain all this in Cantonese? Elder Wong was a HK native. Within two weeks, the Lord sent another native to the area, Elder Lai. (Notice it was a miracle; because of the hard language, it was rare that two natives served together.) Without language barriers, many of my questions were answered.

I still remember the first time I knew the BOM was true. It was a quiet night; and I was alone at home. After reading it for 30 mins that night (I had been reading it daily for two months), I knelt and prayed, and prayed for a few mins. Suddenly a strong feeling came to my heart and mind. I knew it. I knew it was true.

I was baptized by Elder Wong and confirmed by Elder Lai on Feb 13 and Feb 20, 2000.

Now…, would you like to hear my mom’s conversion story…??? She was Buddhist all her life. Later..., I baptised her…. Well, before boring you, I will tell you next time.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Exam Week of My Dreams

There may have been moments of confusion in times past regarding the author identity for one post or another on this blog. You may have discerned my British National-Asian Sweetheart uses alternative spellings for words (which is my one of my "favourites" about him, as a case in point) but just to celestialize our blog a bit more, I decided to take action and research how to identify different authors for different posts. Cheers for blogger for being so user-friendly...Problem solved! I am now able to post as myself, and cute Husby is able to post as himself. He even drafted a story from his life which should be coming soon. Yes. Be excited.

In the meantime, allow yet another musing from myself, the Champion of Finals Week. Somehow I managed to have only two final exams total for the end of this semester, both of which are accomplished as of today. I also have one 5 minute presentation which I will do tomorrow morning. After that, no more...! What an anticlimactic end to my favorite semester ever. Makes me feel like I have really gotten the hang of it, though. Gotten the hang of school, that is. After a decade and a half of formal schooling, I have officially figured out how to research all the best teachers, obtain all the best classes, and align myself with all the best study buddies. I also learned how to release myself from the bonds of procrastination, which only lasted one semester, incidentally not the current one, but at least now I know I am capable of being 100% on top of stuff if I really choose to be. And the nostalgic feelings will continue to come over the next few months, I'm sure, as I enter Winter Semester 2009--my last six credits of undergrad work. Who knows what will come next.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Worth the 4 Minutes

Maybe it was just because my frazzled, end o' semester brain was in dire need of some peace and perspective, but today I watched this music video and it brought me to tears. What a grateful heart I have, knowing God sent His beloved Son to bring peace to this troubled world. My greatest times of joy have come through feeling the love of Christ enter my heart, as I begin to see others through His eyes. He lived and died a perfect being, and still He lives today, my Savior and my king.

I also got a really good feeling, the kind that makes my heart beat fast and my hands clasp in front of my chin, from reading the religious freedom ad posted in the New York Times by the Becket Fund for Religious Liberty (link at right). If you don't want to get to it through the LDS newsroom, here is the direct link:

And here is the direct link for the beautiful video mentioned above, because it was my first time to try posting a video and apparently it is more difficult than all you avid bloggers have led me to believe.

It is about 4 minutes long, and worth every bit of it. Created by BYU alum and faculty--way to go, wonderful school! Jerry and I thank God every day to be here. We are privileged to attend.