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Below are testimonies from our very own brothers and sisters in EFCOS Essence Fellowship.
If you would like to post a testimony on this website, please e-mail Gary Tan at [email protected].

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Jason Cheng Posted: 24 Jun 2003

My name is Jason, and I have been a Christian for about three years now. I was born into a non-Christian family and my family is made up of dad, mum and two older brothers and a younger sister. My growing up was a bit peculiar though because I spent most of my life growing with my grand parent, aunty and uncle. When I was 9 my grand parents moved to Auckland, New Zealand where I spend the next 8 years going through primary, intermediate and high school education. After my Bursary Examination I was accepted into a Software Engineering degree in Sydney University which is the degree which I am currently finishing off.

The first time I went to church was the first year of my university study. I can still remember singing hymns and sitting through a boring sermon (It's not easy sitting through a long sermon on hard wooden chairs) but I got to say I really enjoy the fellowship there and you could really tell that there was something different about these people. After returning from that visit, I felt tired and reluctant to go back to church again. So I begin to think up excuses of turning down Tim (the dude that ask me to go to church), and I can still remember that my excuses usually all revolved around having no time and too busy with university (you guys know how it is with uni).

But it was not after a long while when I am beginning to run out of excuses as Tim ask me time after time again that I decided to go back again. And this time around I find myself really enjoying the small groups and finding the people there interesting to talk to. So from that point on I continued to go back and begin my journey to know a friend that will change my life.

Before I became a Christian, I have to say that I was living a very good and comfortable life. I had a loving and caring family; I did not have much to worry about but my duties as a student which was to study. I had a view that the most important thing in this world was to do well at school, getting a good job and make lots and lots of money. I was really focused on what others think about me, and that the way to gain respect of others was to prove my abilities in my profession and "show off" every opportunities that I have. I was a very self focused, superficial and fairly materialistic person.

After I became a Christian, I realized and understood that there was a more profound purpose for our existence which is to love God and love others around us with all our mind and strength. That there was a Creator which has always looked after me and cared for me through my happy times and sad times. Someone that I could talk to and will always accepts and understands me no matter what I have done. He made me see that there is more to life than just work and been noticed by others. He has change my prospects to life and defined a whole new framework of what gaining respect from other really is all about. I began to read the Bible from the New Testament (still battling through the Old Testament... hehe) and I was captivate by the this Man, Jesus. He had a wisdom in His heart which is nothing like what I have seen. He understood human weaknesses, and really does knew me personally.

I hope that through this testimony you could see God¡¦s amazing love and that He is a personal God that could make a real positive impact in your life. To finish off I would like to leave you a passage from the gospel of Luke: "And I say to you, Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For every one that ask receives; and he who seek finds; and to him who knock, the door will be opened." (Luke 11:9-10).

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May Chien Posted: 25 Jun 2003

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Michael Liu Posted: 9 Jul 2003

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Gary Tan Posted: 15 Jul 2003

My name is Gary, I was born in Taiwan and my family migrated to Australia (Perth) when I was 7 years old. I have two older brothers, and we currently all live separately by ourselves in Sydney. Only my oldest brother and I are Christians in the family. I am currently studying Bachelor of Engineering in Electrical Engineering at The University of Sydney, and I have recently graduated from Bachelor of Science (Mathematics and Computer Science double major). I am in my final semester of the five year double degree program.

I first went to church when I was about 11. I attended Sunday School and not knowing what is going on at all. I stopped going after the first couple of times. I was really too young to understand anything at that time. In 1993, when I was 13, I went to a church camp. It was there when the Pastor asked those who would like to follow Jesus to stand up. I stood up. At that time, the reason I became a Christian was probably influenced by the people around me. I find them to be so nice and so joyful all the time! I started going to the youth fellowship, and in November of 1997 I got baptised. After the completion of my year 12 examinations, I came to Sydney to study. I continued to attend church and fellowships, and it was only during these times when I really got to know God and Jesus better through the Bible.

I find how wonderful this book is, and how challenging it is to my life. Many parts of the Bible, I can relate it to my life directly, whether it is during my good times, my bad times or basically any time! I find God really knows me more than anything and anyone. I find he has plans for me in my life, and I can really feel it as time goes on. Looking back, every part of my life was God's plan, and I would not have gone through it without him. A verse I would like to share with everyone is: "God is my strength and power, and He makes my way perfect." (2 Samuel 22:33). I find whenever I am down and upset, he gives me strength and power to stand up, and in him, my life will be perfect. I put this verse next to my desk and on the title of my website at all times.

What I have learnt so far is that, God is real, as I have personally experienced it in my life! This life we are in is also real! We need to make the right choice and a serious decision at every stage of our lives, and there is no better choice than to submit ourselves to Jesus Christ today. This is a choice I made 10 years ago even until today I still do not regret one single bit!

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Kevin Chien Posted: 19 Jul 2003

It's amazing how God works in our lives so that we can come to know him.

I was brought up in a pretty typical Taiwanese family, not wealthy, but it was great just having the whole family living together! It's been a family tradition to worship ancestors and make offerings to the gods (kind of a mix between Buddhism and Taoism). As a child, we would participate in the rituals, say burning incense and some other stuff, thought it was cool fun. Even though I wasn't a very big fan of religion, my perception was that all religions are good since they all teach us to be a good person and being a good person is all you need to be to go to heaven (otherwise the system would be pretty dodgy wouldn't it?). And Jesus? Well, he's just the great religious leader of people who goes to church.

My family migrated to Australia in 1992 when I was 11. We were invited to a Taiwanese church so as to know more friends, since we had no relatives or friends in Australia. I didn't like it at all! May be it's because I was shy, don't know anyone there and on top of that thought it was pretty boring. But one thing I've noticed is the people were extremely friendly even though we've just met for the first time. Couple of years later I was invited by a friend to a church camp. Don't remember much of the content, but at the conclusion of it, the speaker asked everyone who wants to believe in Jesus to stand up so that he could pray for them. At the time I just felt this great urge to stand up, and so I did - something which I wouldn't normally do to embarrass myself!

It's strange how I become interested in going to church and joined the Bible study group there. That's when I started learning what Christianity is all about and met the Jesus whom I never knew before. Through reading the Bible and people's help, I came to recognize that I can never get to heaven or be accepted by God by just being a good person. Because no matter how hard I try, I will not satisfy God's standard in loving Him and loving the people around me. But thank God that Jesus the son of God should become man to die on the cross for you and me, to pay for the penalty of our failures. And by Jesus rising from the dead, I know that his promise of eternal life is true also for he has overcame death himself. Even though there wasn't such a dramatic feeling of emotion inside me when I became a Christian, but I know I already have God's forgiveness through trusting in Jesus because the Bible firmly tells us that "In [Jesus] we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace."

Knowing Jesus also helped me a lot in relating to my mom. You know moms, they always like to keep on nagging about the same thing and I usually become very impatient and quarrels with her. But Jesus says to honour our parents, so it's something I've been working hard on and yes I am slowly getting there!

So friends, if you do not know Jesus yet, I would encourage you to find out who he really is and what he has done for you. Hope you can also enjoy the great forgiveness that we have in Jesus!

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Lily Wang Posted: 24 Jul 2003

I migrated with my family to Auckland when I was 12. In Taiwan, I had no religion and did not think much about spirituality or God at all. I didn't like «ô«ô (it was a 'tradition' rather than something we believed in) and avoid as much as I can. Gods, spirits, ghosts are just stories - why bother?

We were introduced to a Taiwanese church there. Through a few family outings, cell groups, and Bible studies, we became regulars at the church. My parents then decided for the family to be baptised. I didn't object and ¥i¥H»¡¬O¡y°g°g½k½kªº«H¤F¡z - I didn't understand fully what was involved. Jesus is great, loving, God is powerful, and we are saved by believing. I was happily serving God, but only with my 'spare time'.

What was missing was a change in my life. I was the same old me going my own way. Although I appeared 'successful' to people, I felt that there was no peace, no rest and little enjoyment. Then I did not go to church, neglected the Bible for many years because of mainly of study and exams in high school - I always liked doing well academically. ¤£¬O»¡¡G¡y¤ß¸Ì¬Û«H¡A´N¥i¥HºÙ¸q¡F ¤f¸Ì©Ó»{¡A´N¥i¥H±o±Ï¡z¶Ü¡H How easy, I don't have to go to church! (Ignoring ¡y§A­Ì¤£¥i°±¤î»E·|¡A ¦n¹³¨º¨Ç°±¤îºD¤Fªº¤H¡A­Ë­n©¼¦¹ÄU«j¡z (Hebrews 10:25)).

After the HSC-equivalence in NZ, Bursary, and got into medicine at UNSW, we moved to Sydney. In first year, everyone was so competitive and the stress was not funny! I knew no one here and it was boring memorising things! I like maths, sciences and logic - memorising was just not in! L I got to know some Christians in my year. I tried to avoid talking about 'religion'. When asked whether I was a Christian, I didn't know how to answer. I believed that there is God and Jesus saved us, but I didn't have the qualities of a Christian. I was struggling - am I a Christian or not? I wasn't 'good enough' to be one! I'll only bring shame to God. I was invited to a dialogue meeting by a friend and decided to start doing a Bible study with her each week although I had 33 hours of uni per week then. Then I knew my problem immediately - I'm worshiping my idols - ¦¨ÁZ, ¦¨´N. How can I change? I didn't have time to go to church, no time for Bible studies, no time to do anything!

Praise the Lord, even though I ignored God so, he has brought me back to Him. Now I understand that God does not expect us to be perfect on our own - we are sanctified through Christ. "For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God." (Colossians 3:3). I began by going to International Unichurch every Sunday and read the Bible more. Then I went to EFCOS. Although each trip would take me more than 2 hours by public transport, I wanted my family to join me and being Taiwanese, it was harder to talk them to come to an English church. Praise the Lord that my whole family is back to God! J Only he can do this to our lives.

I still like studying, but it's not my goal to achieve the 'best' - to satisfy my pride. I study because it is for the glory of God and I want to know more. "... whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." (1 Corinthians 10:31). I enjoy what I do everyday much more because there is a purpose and reason to life. Uni and study still take up a lot of my time energy but I am changing my priorities step by step.

If you believe that study, exams, work, and money are the 'achievements' of your life, think again. When someone passes away, what do you remember about them? How much $ they have in their bank account? They drove a Mercedes E class? They got an UAI of 99-point-something? If we only have one life to live for, we should seek out the meaning and do what is really important. "the time is short ... For this world in its present form is passing away." (1 Corinthians 7:29-31).

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Michael Hung Posted: 26 Jul 2003

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Spencer Chen Posted: 29 Jul 2003

Hi, my name is Spencer. I'm studying a PhD degree in Biomedical Engineering at Univeristy of New South Wales. I'm a nerd around computers and a freaky risk-taker playing sports, but unfortunately, I don't have the gift to do well in neither categories.

I've been going to EFCOS for years upon years. I can still remember about 8 or 9 years ago, I was asked the question, "When did you become a Christian?" At that time, I could not define an exact moment; I could not remember if I ever put up my arm up and accepted Jesus. It is like one never really know when the moon rose from the east, but when you lift your head, there it is.

God must have been listening and would perhaps said to me, "That's too easy for you, Spencer. I can't let you become a Christian just like that." Either He didn't spoke aloud, or I didn't listen; in any case, God composed a plan to change this.

On a May day of 1998, the news of my decision to get baptised reached my parents who were in Taiwan at that time. My original plan was to get baptised first before I let them know. The sun has already retired into the night. Darkness gradually engulfed the kitchen window by window, panel by panel, from the stove to the bench, from the bench to the dinner table, until the entire room was only lit by the eery green glow of the intercom clock.

In the shadows I sat, the phone held insensibly in my hand. The call was still connected, but no words was spoken. Two stubborn souls breathed in silence, unable to convince the other, unwilling to let go of our emotions, incapable of letting go of our emotions, awaiting... awaiting for words... awaiting for courage... awaiting for the other to give up.

Finally, in courage, in resignment, in strength, and in heartbreak, "If you get baptised, the day you are baptised, is the day we end our father-son relationship."

This is the moment that changed my life. This is the moment, I felt the pain in Jesus as He was nailed on the cross, taking up all the punishment for our disobedience to God, the excruciating pain, feeling so distant and separated from the Father, He yelled, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" Father, Father, why have you forsaken me?

That day, I became a Christian. That day, I finally knew what becoming a Christian truly involves. It was the day that the vessel was smashed into pieces by God, each piece grounded to powder, all so that He can make a better one, a perfect one, one that would show its true worth, as it is designed by God. And I know, I am able to endure all this pain because God has designed me so.

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Lisa Mah Posted: 30 Jul 2003

What I remember most about my childhood is the sharp distinction between school-days, and non-school days. The main event on non-school days was church. On church day, my mother would deck me in an itchy tartan dress and frilly socks. This signalled the beginning of the whole ritual - the procession to church, the funny smell of old carpet inside the building, enduring the warble of old people singing hymns, (my sister called them the Choir of the Sheep), then finally rounded off to Sunday School. This was the Christianity I grew up with, and it was boring beyond belief. I thought Heaven would be like church, minus the musty smell. However, given a choice of eternal life spent with stuffy angels, or eternal life frying in the fires of hell, I chose the lesser of the two evils and resigned myself to church.

During high school, the standard questions every first generation Chinese growing up in Australia must ask, I asked. Who am I? Australian or Taiwanese? How can I be both when I feel like neither? Forced to go to church camp in year 9, I spent 4 days surrounded by Taiwanese people. Overwhelmed by the weird mannerisms, by a language I only half understood, I decided to act cool and ignored everyone. God did not ignore me though. Having fallen asleep through most of the dreary talks, he finally got through to me on the last day. 'You are a sinner', He said. The force of this simple remark left me breathless. How could I, your average teenage girl be a sinner? I hadn't committed murder, or broken any laws, and only told the occasional lie. Determined to hold fast to my rosy view of the world, I resolutely put this fact away. However, the niggling feeling that I was indeed a sinner persisted, resurfaced and was confirmed one day in a Christian Studies class.

'God is perfect and demands perfection', said my Christian Studies teacher. With a head of tight red curls and piercing eyes, she looked like she knew what she was on about. 'Whether the law abiding citizen, or the lowest of criminals, no one will attain God's standard. Technically, we are all destined for hell.' Thankfully, that was not the end of the story. She went on to say that there was a way to be right with God, to reach his perfect standard. That was to believe in Jesus, believe that He died for us, taking our sin, dying the death we should have died, and rising again, conquering death.

One other memorable event occurred which further shattered my view that Christianity was a tame religion of stilted ceremonies preformed on Sundays. It was during chapel. The speaker preached Jesus. Jesus was a man, just like you and I, he said. Jesus ate, got tired, and loved playing with children. This Jesus, this man, died for you and me, painfully nailed to the cross. It shocked me, that a person, and not just any person but a sinless person should die for me. Also, it had never occurred to me that Jesus might feel pain. He had shared the same legendary status in my mind as Robin Hood or King Arthur, inconsequential and bordering on the trivial. Confronted with the death of Jesus, of love incomprehensible, something in my life had to change. I had to acknowledge Jesus as Lord of all, and live accordingly in worship and dependence.

Now, as a child of God, with the help of God's Spirit, I try to work out what this means. It means loving God with my heart, my mind and soul, and loving the people God created. It means I live with an eye on eternity, to the time when God will finally bring everything under Jesus, where all will worship him as Lord, and His glory will be manifest. The question of whether I am Australian or Taiwanese is no longer relevant. I am a child of God, and that is all that matters. As I wait eagerly for his coming, I know that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present not things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate me from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 3.38).

(Scripture quotation taken from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version, copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.)

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Glen Wang Posted: 20 Aug 2003

My name is Glen; I am a student at UTS hoping to graduate sometime next year. I am stuck in Japan at the moment, doing a compulsory part of my course and should be back in Oz February 2004.

I lived in Taipei until I was eight, and spent quite a bit of time trying to grow up in the countryside. My pastime activities consisted of fighting with kids next door, and being chased by their killer canines. My weapon of choice was a 2 x 4 wooden plank with nails sticking out, and my shield was a huge wok. I am not sure how it all started - I did almost no homework, I was always getting into some really big trouble at school and injuring myself, and had to disobey everything I came across. This continued even after we moved to Australia. I fought my way up till Year 11, I think by then basketball was taking up all my time and energy.

I cared very little about what I did and how it affected other people. If there was something I wanted, I believed it was up to me to get it with my own hands. No, I didn't believe any god had any control over me or how I was going to live. I think I was ignorant and arrogant.

Mum used to take my older brother and I to mass at a Catholic church. I must have been in Year 5, way too young to be able to handle such torture. I remember that was the lowest point in my week, and that those wooden benches were a real pain in the back. My brother and I found ways to entertain ourselves during mass and often got kicked out by Mum because we just couldn't stop laughing for some reason. The only time I looked forward to mass was when they had this band accompanying the hymns. I enjoyed watching people playing with instruments.

Mum transferred me to a Catholic primary school where we prayed before class and memorized Bible verses. I had no idea what they were on about at the time but just sort of tried to follow. The first high school I went to was Anglican where we had regular classes on religion and praying and more Biblical stories. I then went to a private school where they had a subject called Christian Studies and we had to attend Chapel Service every week to sing 500 year-old hymns over and over again until the music teacher was happy with every word. I kind of saw where that was headed, so I started to wag it altogether.

My older sister Nancy had been coming to EFCOS for a few years already when I fluked the HSC and got into uni. I didn't know who the people were and didn't care, but I went a few times to fellowship just so that I could join the dudes for basketball after church. Then came the fateful day. After basketball I heard Leo say that the guys were heading off to a Men's Convention that coming weekend. I thought it was better than having nothing to do so I asked if I could go too. At first there were no vacancies left but I think Eric decided not to go for some reason, so I took the spot. Even today I have the sneaking suspicion that he deliberately pulled out so that I could go (thanks bro).

The Men's Convention made a lot of sense to me. The speakers explained everything very clearly and made me think. They answered questions instead of avoiding them or contradicting them like a lot of Morman missionaries did to me. I never knew the Bible was so rich in content. I was attracted by the knowledge of those speakers, who really spoke in truth, in that they supported everything they said with a Bible verse, and also answered questions that way. I knew they weren't trying to fool anyone; what they were saying were legitimate and valid.

Not long after the convention I was invited by Big Mimi to join the church camp. I am so grateful that she did. I am equally grateful that my sister brought me to this church and prayed for my salvation with the other brothers and sisters. The camp in 1999 was truly memorable. I had never met such a loving group of people who cared for newcomers and their questions. I always believed that humans were headed for self-destruction because of all the hate and greed, but these Christians showed me the other way to live - the only other way to live.

It was then that all of those Bible passages I had been forced to memorize, even from as far back as primary school, all of the sudden clicked and began to make sense. I realized that people around me who cared about me, my mother, had all been planting seeds in me, and God had been speaking to me ever since I was a kid. I was blinded by my arrogance and rebellious nature and failed to see Him altogether. The one verse that had stared at me for quite some time at the old Essence room finally told me who God was and still is - God is love. What I saw in God's family at the camp was exactly this.

I accepted God's offer to forgive my imperfections and transgressions through Jesus' death on the cross and resurrection, and want to try and live a better life each day in response to His grace. I want to do for my family and non-believers what brothers and sisters had done for me five years ago. This is the total opposite of who I was, selfish, disobedient and reckless. I struggle everyday to kick my old self out the window and live the way Jesus did. I don't fight anymore, by the way.

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Kazue Higashi Posted: 3 Dec 2004

This is Kazue and this is my testimony, I thank God that he loves me more than I deserve. I also thank May, she led me the way. I also thank Gary, he was very patient to wait for my testimony!!

I knew God when I was a 4 or 5 year old kid, but I would say that I finally knew who Jesus is, 20 years later since then.

My mum is a Jehova's Witness. She used to take my brother, sister, and me to their Kingdom's Hall. Then I knew the word "God", "Jehova" and so on. When I remember the time I was in Kingdom's Hall, I don't have any bad feeling. People were very nice, friendly, and looked happy to be there.

We went to Kingdom's Hall twice a week, and apart from that, once a week, my brother and me had lessons (Bible studies) at home with Jehova's Witnesses. We used their own text book with Bible. Mainly we use their text, and Bible was treated like a dictionary.

When I was 14 or 15, I stopped to go Kingdom's Hall. My brother had already stopped at that time, I don't know why. We have never talked about it.

The reason why I stopped to go there is, I found out that I don't like some of their policies and rules. Especially blood transfer, they say that it would be better to die than to be given someone's blood into their body. When I was injured, my mum insisted on not to give me blood. For me, it sounds like that my mum does not love me. She respects god more than my life? So what is god? I felt like that.

Anyway, when I became a high school student and got busy to do my own thing, I left Kingdom's Hall and Bible studies. High school and uni, everything was exciting. I thought I would be a "Godless person" like many Japanese are. My mum did not say anything about it, she continued to go to Kingdom's Hall by herself.

In July 2003, I went to Australia as an exchange student. A week later since I arrived in Sydney, I met May. I firmly believe that God organized me to be May's partner, what do u think, May? =P May told me that she is Christian on the very first day, and I said that "my mum is, too." (I found out JW is cult later ... It's a different story). In September, I visited church with May. That night, May and I talkd about God, Bible, till late. I felt "something is coming. something really big, it will change me". After that, maybe you know the story.

It was very exciting to join Bible studies, I loved that. When I was doing Bible studies with JW, people never asked me "what do u think, Kazue?". But here I can ask! Even thoungh it sounds like a silly question. "If there is God, why is our world so mad?".

So now, what is the problem? What stops me to be a Christian? Is it because I'm a JW, or something else that I got in high school and uni. Bible studies helped me a lot, and it was also helpful to talk to May. She was always there when I was nervous, when I have question about God. She told me that God loves me many many times. She found Ivy who used to be a JW, it was very meaningful to talk to her. And Gary, he did one to one Bible studies with me, he spent so much times on me.

There are so many sisters and brothers who I can talked to, I really thank God about it.

Eventually, on 27th of June, I was re-born.

Before I left, I was staying at May's place and spent a lot of time doing Bible studies with May and Kevin. It was a unforgettable week.

It was painful to leave Australia, but I had to leave on 4th of July. Thanks for coming to the airport May, Gary, Candy, Kevin and Rachel.

I was able to find a church soon in Japan, and I have been here since. It is called Kagoshima International Church, we started Bible studies as well. It is a very small church, but it is growing.

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Yvonne Wang Posted: 24 Mar 2005

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I had been living in Sydney alone from 2001-2002. Then, another "coincidence" happened in 2003: my mom got transferred to Sydney because of her job. When my mom was opening her bank account, one of her former colleagues from the middle school she used to teach in two decades ago recognized her in the bank. The colleague turned out to be Lily Wang's mother. I have already heard about Lily Wang when I was in high school in NZ, and I was aware that she was one of my seniors in medicine, but I didn't know that my mom knew her mom! There had been no contact between the two moms for more than a decade! Through this, I started going to EFCOS again.

Although my growth in character and spirit has been slow, there is quite a difference between the me a few years ago and now. I'm also losing desire for some of my bad habits. These changes could not have occurred without God's special plans and lessons for me. God has helped me sort out the priorities in my life and look at things from a much wider range of perspectives. Finally, I hope everyone in church will apply God's words into their everyday life and experience growth in the fruits of the spirit as well as help each other grow.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and selfcontrol. Against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23.

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