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「从灵媒到传信者」：翁叔的恩典之路

Jennifer Tay — Fri, 09 Jan 2026 04:56:52 +0000

随着《何等恩典》的旋律响起，翁叔心中的情绪也给这水涨船高。他心爱的孙女拨动着木吉他的弦，他则唱着他熟悉的歌词。

这是当年让他眼泪直流的同一首歌——那天，他遇见了主耶稣。如今再次唱起这首歌，他为恩典带领他走了这么远而不胜感恩。

小时候，翁叔常跟着姨妈去教会。那时的他只把主日当作例行出门：诗歌、讲道的流程他都参与，都听，但这一切对他而言没什么特别。

可是，当教会领导层回绝了他姨妈的请求，不愿为她丈夫从中国回国所需的文件背书时，他的中立态度转为失望。在年幼的翁叔眼里，教会显得冷漠又无情。

随着岁月流逝，他与一切有关神的事离得越来越远。少年时期，他结交了不良伙伴，很快卷入帮派活动。打架、暴力，甚至坐牢，逐渐书写成了他的生命故事。

他轻声说：“那些日子让我学会的，是流血，不是流泪。为了生存，我把心硬了起来。”

二十来岁时，他的人生出现了灵性层面的转折。一次他随帮派朋友参加道教仪式，本只打算旁观，却发生了不寻常的事。他感到一种说不清的感觉，仿佛有某种存在进入他里头。从那天起，从那天起，每逢还没走到庙门，他的身体就会不受控制地摇动、跳动，不由自主地舞动。

他因此被视为在生者与灵界之间沟通的“灵媒”。

将近二十年，他做过许多道教仪式，也给人指引；虽然表面看起来颇有意义，可他心深处却感觉越来越空。那些他所事奉的灵并未给她带来安宁，反而只留下深深的疲惫。

尽管如此，日子还是照常往前走。他成了家，育有三名孩子：一女两子。大女儿信了主，他没有阻拦，只是旁观。

他轻声说：“我看见她变了。她变得温柔、善良，也懂得尊重人。若是教会能带来这样的改变，那就让她去吧。”

几年后，小儿子陷入低谷。翁叔照着”过往熟悉的宗教仪式”想帮，却毫无转机。无助之中，他看见大女儿的介入——为弟弟祷告、安慰他，最后还邀请他去教会。

出于好奇，也因着做父亲的那份默默的挂念，翁叔答应星期天跟这一起去教会。他上一次走进教会，已经是几十年前了。他并不期待什么——因为他对教会最后的记忆仍是当年的“冷漠又无情”。他只想看看女儿究竟找到了什么。

敬拜开始，《何等恩典》充满会堂，当敬拜一开始，诗歌《何等恩典》充满整个会堂，他的内心忽然被触动。不一会儿，泪水便止不住地流下来。

他说：“很奇怪，我从没那样哭过。以前打架流血都不掉泪；那天却哭到停不住。”

那一刻的感受，是他从未经历过的。

“过去服事的那些‘灵’，让我心烦、迷失；但这位灵，使我得着平安——这个感觉是温柔的、释放性的、充满喜乐的。”

从那一周起，翁叔一周接一周地回到教会。他渴望更多类似那初次触动的经历。后来，他亲眼看见小儿子把生命交给基督，他的心再次被撼动。同年的圣诞，翁叔也作了决定，接受水礼归向主。

他家人对他的决定感到又惊又喜，他妻子也问他为何这么突然下这个决定。

他只是简单地说：“既然找到了真理，还等什么呢？”

那一刻成了他生命的转折。昔日的道教灵媒，将一切都割舍放在了耶稣脚前。他清理家中之前供奉的神像，抛开了以往的旧习，开始在教会忠心服事。

信主前，翁叔是一位脾气火爆的人；但信主后，他改变了。就算朋友嘲笑他是一个基督徒，他仍学着以平静的心对待，时刻提醒自己要像基督那样。

过去望尘莫及的平安，如今就活在他心里。

今年八十岁的翁叔，身体不比从前，没法亲临教会参加礼拜。可是，他仍持续着一往直前的精神，每个主日都准时上线参加聚会。圣经成了他日常的陪伴。他一天会读上好几次，也常分享圣灵对他是何等真实、何等亲近。

他笑着满脸感恩地说：“我们全家都认识了主。儿女和孙辈中好些人都在教会服事，我的孙女，甚至被呼召成为牧师呢！”

提起主的恩典，他眼里闪着泪光：“我原本破碎、不配，神却给了我新生命。

祂不只救赎了我，还把祝福延续到世世代代，赐给我一个同行信仰的家。这就是恩典——何等恩典。”

所以，当翁叔与孙女合唱《何等恩典》时，这不仅是一首诗歌，更是他的生命见证。

这不仅是一首诗歌，更是他的生命见证。

每个字，都回荡着救赎的旅程，也见证那位从不从未停止向人伸手的神——无论他曾多眼盲、犯了多少错、离了多远、甚至被多坚固的营垒深深的捆住。

翁叔的一生，宣告着一个坚定不移的真理：没有哪段过去破碎到恩典触及不到；没有哪颗心刚硬到恩典软化不了；也没有哪个年纪太迟，迟到恩典来不及给予。

反思：翁叔他没有去找神，是神来找到了他。他昔日追求的“权能”，如今在恩典里得着——基督把他从捆绑中召回，进入新的人生。

他的故事也呼应圣经以西结书 34:16的应许：迷失的，我必寻找；被赶散的，我必领回。确实，没有哪个过去太破碎、哪个人太遥远，到神不能把他呼唤回家的地步。

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“From Medium to Messenger”: A Journey of Grace

Jennifer Tay — Sat, 27 Dec 2025 03:50:00 +0000

As the melody of 何等恩典 (Such Grace) filled the room, emotion welled up within Uncle Oon. He sang the familiar words as his beloved granddaughter gently strummed the acoustic guitar.

It was the same song that had once brought him to tears – the day he first encountered Jesus. Singing it again, he was overwhelmed by how far grace had carried him.

As a little boy, Uncle Oon would tag along with his aunt to church. At that age, church wasn’t something he took seriously – it was simply a weekly outing. He sat through the hymns and sermons, but none of it meant much to him then.

Yet that neutral view shifted to disappointment when the leadership turned down his aunt’s request for help to endorse documents needed for her husband’s return from China. To young Oon, the church appeared cold and heartless.

As the years passed, he drifted further away from anything to do with God. As a teenager, he associated with the wrong crowd and soon became entangled in gangsterism. Street fights, violence, and even time behind bars became part of his story.

“Those days taught me to shed blood, not tears,” he said quietly. “I hardened my heart to survive.”

In his twenties, his life took a spiritual turn. During a Taoist ceremony he had gone to with his gangster friends, only as a spectator, something out of the ordinary happened.

He felt a strange sensation – as if something had entered him. From that day on, before he even reached the temple gates, his body would begin to move on its own, dancing involuntarily.

He became known as a medium, a bridge between the living and the spirits.

For nearly twenty years, he performed rituals and offered counsel. Outwardly, it seemed meaningful. But deep inside, he was empty. The spirits he served never gave him peace, only weariness.

Nonetheless, life went on. He got married and became a father to three – a daughter and two sons. When his eldest daughter became a Christian, he didn’t stop her. He simply watched.

“I saw how she changed,” he said. “She became gentle, kind, and respectful. If the church could do that, then let her be.”

Years later, his youngest son went through a crisis. Uncle Oon tried to help him through familiar Taoist rituals, but nothing seemed to change.

Helpless, he watched as his eldest daughter stepped in – praying for her brother, comforting him, and eventually inviting him to church.

Out of curiosity and perhaps a father’s quiet concern, Uncle Oon agreed to go along that Sunday. It had been decades since he last stepped into a church.

He wasn’t expecting much, as his last memories of church were cold and heartless. He only wanted to see what his daughter had found there.

When worship began and the song 何等恩典 (Such Grace) filled the sanctuary, something stirred within him, and the next thing he knew, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“It was strange,” he said. “I’d never cried like that before.

During my gang days, I could fight, bleed, and never shed a tear. But that day, I couldn’t stop.”

What he felt that morning was unlike anything he had ever known.

“The spirits I served before made me restless and lost. But this Spirit brought peace. It was gentle, liberating and full of joy.”

Uncle Oon returned to church the week after that, and the week after, and the week after. He was hungry for more of what he had first experienced.

When he witnessed his youngest son give his life to Christ, something moved within him. That very Christmas, Uncle Oon made his own decision to be baptised.

His family was pleasantly surprised by his response and his wife even asked why he decided so suddenly.

Uncle Oon simply replied, “Once you’ve found the truth, why wait?”

It became the turning point of his life. The man who had once been a Taoist medium laid everything down at the feet of Jesus. He cleared the idols from his home, left all his old practices behind and began serving faithfully in church.

Before knowing Christ, Uncle Oon was easily angered and quick to erupt. But after his encounter with Jesus, he became a different man. Even when friends ridiculed him for becoming a Christian, he stayed calm, constantly reminding himself to be Christlike.

Now, he lives with a peace that once felt impossible.

Now at 80, it is physically more challenging for Uncle Oon to go to church in person. But every Sunday without fail, he joins the service on Youtube.

The Bible has become his daily companion. He reads it a few times a day and often shares how real and close the Holy Spirit feels to him.

Beaming with gratitude, he says, “My whole family has come to know Christ. Many of my children and grandchildren are actively serving in the church, and my granddaughter is now a pastor!”

His eyes glisten as he speaks of God’s goodness.

“I was a broken man, so undeserving, but God gave me a new life”, he says with tears in his eyes.

“He didn’t just redeem me – He blessed me through the generations, with a family that walks in faith. That’s grace. Such Grace.”

And so, when Uncle Oon sings 何等恩典 (Such Grace) with his granddaughter, it’s more than a song; it’s his story.

it’s more than a song; it’s his story.

Every word echoes the journey of redemption and the God who never stopped reaching out – no matter how blind he was, how wrong he had been, how far he had gone, or how deeply he had been entrenched in other strongholds.

Reflections:

Uncle Oon’s life declares one unshakable truth: No past is too broken, no heart too hard, and no age too late for grace to reach.

Is there an area of your life you’re believing for God to bring breakthrough?
Is there a loved one whom you’re interceding for?

Uncle Oon’s story echoes Ezekiel 34:16: “I will search for the lost and bring back the strays.” Indeed, no one is ever too far for God to call home.

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When Heaven Whispered My Name

Jennifer Tay — Sat, 29 Mar 2025 10:00:00 +0000

If you had told me a year ago that I would be a Christian today, I would have laughed.

For 40 years, I was Buddhist – not just in name, but in heart. The temple was my safe space. The incense, the chants, the statues – I knew them well. They were familiar, comforting, and a part of my identity. Christianity? That was a religion for other people. Not for me.

But sometimes, life takes a turn so unexpectedly, that when you look back, you could only say it was divine intervention.

My First Encounter: He Reached Out First

April 4, 2024. The day everything changed.

I was lying in a hospital bed, waiting for a major surgery. My surgeon had just told me that this was the second most complex procedure he had ever performed – after a liver transplant. A thousand “What ifs” raced through my mind:

What if something goes wrong?

What if I never wake up?

Fear wrapped around my heart like a vice. I had never felt so powerless.

And then, it happened…

I didn’t hear it with my ears. But deep in my heart, a voice spoke.

“Follow Me… I will forgive you.”

It was clear. Gentle. Loving. Real.

Was it my imagination? I didn’t know. But in that moment, an indescribable warmth washed over me. A peace I had never experienced before. The fear that had gripped me just moments before – vanished. It was as if someone had lifted it off my shoulders.

I let go. I surrendered.

And when I woke up, I was alive. In pain, yes. But alive.

As I recuperated, my mind kept returning to that voice. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t ignore it either. I started listening to the Gospels on YouTube. I started seeking answers. I wanted to understand.

My Second Encounter: He Brought Me to Church

People often ask me, “Who brought you to church?… Was it a friend? A relative?”

I always tell them the truth. “It was God.”

May 21, 2024. I was driving along Chun Tin Road, lost in thought when suddenly, I burst into tears.

Not just a tear or two. I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn’t understand why or what was going on.

And then, I heard it again. That familiar voice…

“Come to Me, My son.”

My heart trembled. I knew it was Him.

Without thinking, I pulled over. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my phone and typed one word into Google:

“Church”

The first result? Eternal Life Assembly – a church I had never heard of.

But I knew, deep in my heart, that I had to go.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. I had always thought churches only opened on weekends. But something told me – go now.

So I went.

I knocked on the office door. Someone opened it. And the moment I stepped inside, I wept.

I asked for a pastor.

Pastor Isaac led me into a room, and simply listened.

I poured my heart out. I told him everything – the voice in the hospital; the overwhelming feeling in the car; the deep, undeniable pull toward God.

Then he asked me one question.

“Do you want to follow the Lord?”

I nodded.

That day, everything changed. My past was behind me. I knew, without a doubt, that God had forgiven me.

Since then, I have been learning and growing in my faith. My wife is not a Christian yet, so I had to balance my time between family and church.

I soon found a place in the Chinese service. It was a blessing – everyone was so welcoming. I gradually grew to understand more about God, His love, and His plan for my life.

My Third Encounter: He Told Me Not to Fear

I was undergoing follow-up treatment, waiting anxiously for important test results.

Every night, I prayed, “God, are You really here? Are You really with me?”

Then, one night, I had a dream.

In that dream, I was sitting beside God. I was happy. I was at peace. I felt a joy beyond words.

When I woke up, I glanced at the clock. 3:57 AM.

For some reason, I felt the urge to Google:

“Christian prayers 3:57.”

And guess what popped up?

Lamentations 3:57 – “You came near when I called on You; You said, ‘Do not fear.’”

I stared at the screen, utterly shocked.These were the words I needed to hear!

I prayed again, “God, are You really there? Are You speaking to me?”

At that instant, I felt chills – not the eerie kind, but the warm, reassuring kind. A deep peace engulfed me, something I had never experienced before. Something so surreal. Something so real.

At that moment, all my doubts vanished. God wasn’t just real – He was speaking to me. He had been with me all along!

No Turning Back

This past year has been the most transformative of my life.

I was once a nobody. But now, I am somebody. I am God’s son. And I will always be.

My parents were Buddhists for 65 years. Now, they are joyful believers in Christ.

My brother-in-law? He wasn’t just a non-believer – he used to hate Christianity. He had wanted nothing to do with it.

But today? He follows God closely and obediently.

Slowly but surely, I know that God plans to bring my entire family into His love.

And this? This is only the beginning.

Because the same God who has transformed my parents, is now transforming me.

In my fear, He spoke peace. In my search, He led the way. In my doubts, He proved Himself real.

There is no one too far that He cannot reach. No heart is too hardened that He cannot soften. No life is too lost that He cannot save.

If He could reach me, He can reach anyone.

Even you.

Raymond’s story is a powerful reminder that God is not distant or silent – He is real, personal and actively pursuing us. Sometimes, He speaks in a whisper; other times, He moves through circumstances we cannot ignore. His love reaches beyond our doubts, fears, and even long-held beliefs.

If God could call Raymond, He can call anyone. The question is – when He speaks, will we listen?

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