TESTIMONIES THAT GLORIFY OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST
There are
two people that not only molded my early childhood character but also
influenced my Christian thoughts for the rest of my life. They are my maternal
grandmother and my father who was also my role model. When I was one year old I
had diphtheria and was on the verge of death. My maternal grandmother, the only
Christian in our family at that time, prayed for me, and the Lord healed me.
This healing resulted in my mother, several relatives and friends believed in
the Lord Jesus Christ and were baptized into Him. My grandmother was uneducated
therefore could not read the Bible, but she was a "doer of the Word of
God." Her heart was pure and she trusted in Jesus.
When I was ten
years old my grandmother died. Just before breathing her last breath she prayed
out loud in the Spirit and spoke in tongues. Then she looked up as if she had
seen a heavenly vision. She smiled and the Lord took her home. Something
miraculous happened. A sweet smell filled the room. There were no flowers but
it was fragrant. That miracle impacted many relatives that were not Christians.
My father Zacchaeus Wong was a teacher in an American Mission School and did not
believe in what was taught in our congregation. After a serious discussion with our minister for three hours he made a decision to be baptized
in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ. There was a thunderstorm but he insisted
on receiving the baptism without delay. Both my father and the minister rode
their bicycles to the Kinta River and he was immersed in the "living
water" while it was still raining. Soon after his baptism my father was
baptized in the Holy Spirit and spoke in tongues as the Spirit gave utterance.
After my father had received the Holy Spirit he was very joyful and went
everywhere telling people about the Lord Jesus Christ.
The Pacific War
broke out. Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor and then Malaya the following day.
As soon as our town Ipoh was bombed our family, together with five other
families that are related to us, evacuated to our uncle’s tin mine in the
jungle. Including the mining workers about 50 people were housed in a bamboo
and thatched grass roof building called "kongsi". There were
two large rooms. All the men slept in one room while the women and children
slept in the other.
The British had
prepared to defend Malaya by placing their armed forces along the coastline.
The Japanese knew the defenses and parachuted their troops in the middle of the
peninsula thus avoiding a head to head battle. They had penetrated the jungle
by riding on bicycles that could be folded and carried on their backs. Nobody
knew how close the Japanese crack troops (marines) were until it was too late.
The adults in the "kongsi" discussed about how the Japanese
soldiers had surprised neighboring villages and raped the women and young
girls. Out of the discussion there was a decision to cut the hair of all the
women and girls to make them look like males. They even wore men’s clothes.
One morning
while I was still in the room, suddenly all the women and girls rushed in and
quickly hid under their beds. There was horror in their faces. I was ten years
old at that time and did not know what was going on, so I looked for them under
the beds. They gestured me to get out of the room, and whispered
"Shish!" As I tried to leave the room I heard a great noise outside
the room. My father was standing on the doorway. I ran and stood next to him on
his left. There were many soldiers with guns and bayonets in their hands. There
were, maybe, 20 or 30 of them. They were wearing khaki uniforms with
camouflage. I saw leaves stuck on their uniforms and helmets. Their faces were
painted. They looked ugly. I was terribly frightened.
They were
shouting at my father, "Kuniang, kuniang." That means
"young women and girls" in Chinese. They knew that my mother,
sisters, other women and girls were inside the room. That battalion of
sex-starved, blood-thirsty Japanese soldiers were armed to the teeth. My father
was unarmed. I saw the Japanese officer drew out his Samurai sword and placed
it on my father’s chest. All the other soldiers standing next to the officer
had their bayonets thrusting against my father’s chest. I was scared. I looked
up at my father. He had his eyes closed and was calling on the Name of the Lord
Jesus Christ. He had been praying in the Spirit, completely resigned the
situation to the Lord.
While my father
was praying, the officer and the whole battalion did something that can only be
explained as an intervention from God. They retreated and shouted "baka,
baka", that means "stupid fool" in Japanese. They just left us
and went to the back of the building and started killing the dogs, cats and
chickens and ducks. That was how they satisfied the Samurai martial code. Once
a Samurai sword or bayonet is unsheathed, it must spill blood before returning
to its sheath. It could have been my father’s and my blood had our Lord Jesus
Christ not intervened and protected us. Praise and thank our Lord Jesus Christ
for His protection. HalleluYah!
This testimony
is true. My family had experienced God’s protection and so can you. Here is
what the word of God says to all true believers who are in grave danger:
"Blessed be the LORD, Who has not given us as prey to
their teeth. Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers; The
snare is broken, and we have escaped. Our help is in the name of the LORD, Who
made heaven and earth." (Psm. 124:6-8)
May God bless you