I was born and raised in Singapore in a Buddhist family. Naturally, I practiced the Buddhist faith, sincerely believing that I was worshipping God. In 1984, I came to the University of Minnesota to study business.
Within my first month in Minneapolis, I rented a car and drove to Toronto to visit a Singaporean friend who was studying there. I drove 90 miles an hour most of the way in order to get there quickly. Suddenly, I lost control of the car, and it spun around, went off the shoulder, and rolled over about four times. When my face went into the windshield, I remember crying out two words: “Oh, God!” The car was totally destroyed, but I escaped … needing only eleven stitches.
I strongly believe it was God who saved my life, but I was confused because I did not cry out to my Buddhist god as I would have normally. It was at that point that I began searching for the God who saved my life. I went to a church service a few weeks after the accident and heard the gospel of Jesus Christ for the first time.
It was there that I met the God who saved my life! I stopped trying to reach Him through my own efforts, and, instead, trusted in His mercy and grace to save me. I then chose to serve Him as the Lord of my life and turned away from my Buddhist beliefs.
I felt as if I had been raised from the dead. I no longer had the desire to smoke, drink, and curse … I only wanted to tell the whole world what Jesus had done for me. I contacted my Singaporean friends at Purdue University, the University of Wisconsin, and my friend in Canada. They all transferred to the University of Minnesota.
My testimony was evidence of the miracle-working power of Jesus Christ. Within weeks, all of these friends became Christians! I know that God is also going to use me when I return to Singapore and continue to preach the good news of Jesus Christ.