There is No Such Thing as a Self-Made Man

I share my testimony a lot. I was told that it is an effective way to share the Gospel. Almost always, I share how I didn't grow up in a Christian family, how I was pretty much the first Christian in my family, and how coming to faith "by myself" stirred up a passion for evangelism within me. I used to "boast" that my faith is real because I had to even go against my own family (see here). I have even seen myself as a "self-made man" with regards to my faith. Well, nowadays, I share my story a bit differently.

Yes it's true that growing up, I was not a Christian and I practiced a mix of Buddhism and ancestral worship. It's also true that neither of my parents went to church, with my dad especially being strong on atheism. It's true as well that I went to a secular school while living in a Muslim country. It's especially true that when I first became a Christian, both my dad and my grandparents were upset with me.

However, my faith didn't just come from a vacuum. I am not a self-made man. God placed many things in my path that led me to where I am today.

My mom, even though she did not go to church, is the first Christian in the family. Her reasons for doing so is in large part due to family pressure. Since she knew how suffocating this pressure is, she bore it all for me so I wouldn't have to feel as much pressure either from her or from my extended family.

My mom, even though she didn't lead me to a saving faith in Christ, did teach me the importance of prayer. Ever since a young age, she's told my brother and me that prayer works, that we can ask God for anything.

My mom, even though she didn't read the Bible too much (again due to family pressures), did tell me a few Bible stories. At the time, I don't think I even knew they were Bible stories. But I'm sure seeds were planted.

My mom, even though we had many options, chose to put me in a Christian school after 9th grade in high school. This was my first systematic exposure to the doctrines of Christianity. It was also there (Dalat International School in Penang, Malaysia) that I someone shared the essentials of the Gospel with me.

My mom, even though I did not know it, prayed for me night and day. I know that it is due to her simple but persevering prayers that I am where I am today.

My mom (and dad), even though I did not ask for it, are our biggest financial supporters. Without them, we would not be able to do much ministry at all, let alone even sustain ourselves.

Last week, my mom and dad cam to visit us in Chicago. We planned a week-long birthday celebration for them.

The points is...

However crazy our testimonies may be, there is always someone behind the scenes who played a huge but often unacknowledged part. The "self-made man" idea is simply not true. We owe everything to others and everything owes its existence to God. Ephesians 2:8-9 says, "For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God."

So... Who is that person in your story? Who is the one who helped shape you into the person you are today? Write them a note of appreciation, and pray to God for them. Share your story with me too!