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| William Leung's Journey |
| It started with a question that I already knew how to answer. If you die tomorrow and end up at the gates of heaven, what will you tell the gatekeeper so that he will let you in? My answer was something like this: I’ll tell him that I have accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. I believe that Jesus is the son of God and that he died and rose again to pay for my sins. I believe and have accepted this. Read More |
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| Leslie Carter's Journey |
| Sharing my own experience of God’s work in my life is proving harder than I had imagined. My desire to speak eloquently and get the words just right makes me frustrated. Exciting, though, is that no matter what is shared, nothing will change the fact that his presence in my life has had a most profound effect on me. Read More |
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| Maria Bo's Journey |
| My name is Maria. I was 13 years old when I became acutely aware that I belonged to a Christian family. Honestly. Before that, all those years of Sunday service and family prayer had seemed to me like no big matter. I thought that everyone did those things, much like going to school or attending piano lessons. Of course, I knew in the back of my mind that my two best friends did not attend church like I did. But it wasn’t really until middle school that it really began to dawn on me: My closest friends don’t believe in God. Read More |
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| Kylan Schroeder's Journey |
| Have you ever done something really unsatisfying? For Charles Darwin, the apostle Paul, and me that dead end was religion—only where the other two abandoned it, I fell into pointless routine. I don’t know what the word “religion” means to you, but for me it meant rules, rituals, and habits—things other people labeled good or bad, ceremonies with special music, and attendance at a church building every Sunday morning. Read More |
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| Chad Hegelmeyer's Journey |
| Shortly before I left home to go to Berkeley (and in the midst of all my worries about material and physical things) God gave me one simple but overwhelmingly clear challenge: to make my relationship with Him my own. In other words, my faith up until that point had been semi-dependent on other people like my parents and mentors. Read More |
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| Jess Tang's Journey |
| A few years back, I stumbled on King’s Harbor Church by complete accident...or maybe it was no accident at all. I can’t pinpoint what exactly it was, but as I learned more of God’s heart and character at that church, I began to feel His love and presence like I had never felt before. God touched my heart. Read More |
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| Gordon Ng's Journey |
| Perhaps the best way to open this is with a question- what exactly, makes a good Christian? I used to think that if I went to church every Sunday, said grace before I ate, and asked for forgiveness from God before I went to bed each night meant that I was being a good Christian. But I wasn’t, really. All this church going, praying, bible reading- it was all routine more than anything. Read More |
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| Josh Vera's Journey |
| While many would depict the beginning of their Journey with the Lord at the commencement of their relationship with Him, I experienced a not-so-unfamiliar twist in which I did not feel the path of Christ’s guidance beneath my feet until a good fourteen years into my relationship with Him. Before this, I was carried down that path by the spiritual leaders in my life, starting with my parents. Read More |
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| Arijaan Bulk's Journey |
| I am the daughter of immigrant parents from Holland. The Dutch culture and traditions are a huge part of my life. As a result I grew up going to a very conservative Christian Reformed Church full of Dutch people. Read More |
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| Elizabeth Boydston's Journey |
| Everything in my life had directed me towards Jesus, and as my dad asked me some questions about whether I understood what it meant, I nodded. Of course I did, Jesus died for my sins and I had accepted him as my savior, and in being baptized I was making it official. I remember being baptized that Easter at my church in a big blue plastic bathtub, and I remember having a feeling that I was really special and loved. It was in summer camp throughout elementary school that I realized some of the gravity of what it meant to become a Christian, and it was there that I was able to make my faith my own. Read More |
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| Emily Harter's Journey |
| I grew up in a Christian home. My early days were characterized by Sunday school memory verses, church crafts, and bedtime prayers. I was a fairly stable child until middle school, when all the other girls started to look like young women and I was still short and flat as a board. Read More |
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| Justin Nakamura's Journey |
| Something God has been teaching me recently is the concept of resting. During this past year, He's challenged me to trust more and more in Him and His power instead of my own efforts. Read More |
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| Rebecca Chambers's Journey |
| I’m a person who loves order. I thrive on neat lists, time schedules, and thinking things through. I’m the kind of person who makes a pro/con list for every major decision of my life and analyzes my choices down to every minute detail. Which is why, looking back, the decision to follow Christ was a radical change in direction for me. Read More |
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| Tim Cho's Journey |
| Whenever I look back at my childhood, I always remember my hectic, almost obsessive desire to fit in with my peers. From as far back as I can remember, I was always was a little bit of an oddball – it always seemed that I was so different that others were hesitant to get to know me, if not absolutely repelled by my eccentric nature. Read More |
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| Sean Tai's Journey |
| At the start of junior year of high school, I was overwhelmed by my new classes and teachers. Every day I went from being entrapped at school to slaving over assignments at home, and it reached the point where as I slept my mind cycled through physics equations and panicked as I couldn’t make sense of them. The days dragged on, and even with the support and encouragement of my family, I suffered. Read More |
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