Good morning everyone! Spontaneous post alert
I was rereading a book the other day “The Fourth Dimension” – Dr David Yonggi Cho (which in my next series, I do plan to review/recommend. The first few paragraphs of the book was a testimony from the author himself and how he gave his life to Christ.
The testimony is a powerful one and yes the Lord won his soul which has enabled him to make an great impact today. However, I am posting this because of the girl, who took part in soul winning particularly to Dr David at his time of need. She did not get discouraged and she did not give up. God used this girl to minister to …should I say the “old stubborn David” who has now brought thousands and thousands to Christ.
Dr David didn’t even know the girl’s name but he remembered the name she kept repeating…Jesus.
Have a read be encouraged…time to copy, paste, highlight the bits that hit me based on soul winning and then reference.
Writing back on Thursday 🙂
One afternoon I was working as a tutor. Suddenly I felt something oozing up from deep down my chest. My mouth felt full. I thought I would choke.
As I opened my mouth, blood began to gush out. I tried to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to flow from my nostrils and mouth. My stomach and chest soon filled with blood. Severely weakened, I fainted…
I was nineteen years old. And I was dying.
Frightened, my parents immediately sold enough of their possessions to take me to a famous hospital for treatment. The doctor’s examinations were careful, their diagnosis: incurable tuberculosis.
When I heard their assessment, I realized how badly I wanted to live. My desires for the future were to end before I even had the chance to start fully living.
…I turned to the physician who had pronounced the grim diagnosis. “Doctor, isn’t there anything you can do for me?”
His replied “No. This type of tuberculosis is very unusual. It is spreading so fast that there is no way to arrest it. You have three, at most four months to live. Go home young man. Eat anything you want. Say goodbye to your friends.”
I returned home in a dazed condition. Ready to die, I hung a three month calendar on the wall. Raised a Buddhist, I prayed daily that Buddha would help me. But no hope came, and I grew continually worse.
Sensing that my time to live was shortening, I gave up faith in Buddha. It was then that I began to cry to the unknown God. Little did I know how great an impact His response would have on my life.
A few days later a high school girl visited me, and began to talk about Jesus Christ. She told me about Christ’s virgin birth, His death on a cross, His resurrection, and salvation through grace. These stories seemed nonsense to me. I neither accepted her stories, nor paid much attention to this ignorant young female. Her departure left me with one emotion; relief.
But the next day she returned. She came again and again, every time troubling me with stories about the God-man, Jesus. After more than a week of these visits, I became greatly agitated, and roughly rebuked her,
She did not run away in shame, nor retaliate in anger. She simply knelt down and began to pray for me. Large tears rolled down her cheeks, reflecting compassion foreign to my well-organized and sterile Buddhist philosophies and rituals.
When I saw tears , my heart was deeply touched. There was something different in this young girl. She was nor reciting religious stories to me; she was living what she believed. Through her love and tears I could feel the presence of God.
“Young lady, please don’t cry. I am sorry. I now know about your Christian love, Since I am dying I will become a Christian for you.”
Her response was immediate. Her face brightened into a glow, and she praised God. Shaking hands with me, she gave me her Bible.
Search the Bible, she instructed, “If you read it faithfully you will find the words of life.”
That was the first time in my life I had ever held a Bible. Constantly struggling to gasp air into my lungs, I opened to the book of Genesis.
Turning the pages to Matthew, she smiled: “Sir, you are so sick that if you start from Genesis, I don’t think you will last long enough to finish Revelation. If you start from the book of Matthew, you will have enough time.”
Expecting to find deep moral and philosophical religious teachings, I was shocked at what I read. “Abraham begat Isaac, Isaac begat Jacob; Jacob begat Judas and his brethren.”
I felt very foolish. I closed the Bible saying, “Young lady, I won’t read this Bible. This is only a story of one man begetting another. I would rather read the telephone directory.”
She replied. “You don’t recognize these names right now But as you read on, these names will come to hold special meaning to you.” Encouraged, I began reading the Bible again.
As I read I did not find any systematized philosophies, any theories of medical science, or any religious rituals. But I did find one striking theme: The Bible constantly spoke about Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
The imminence of my death had brought me to the realization that I needed something greater than religion, greater than philosophy, and even greater than sympathy for the trials of human existence. I needed someone who could share my struggles and sufferings, someone who could give me victory.
Through reading the Bible I discovered that someone to be the Lord Jesus Christ.
– Dr David Yonggi Cho from The Fourth Dimension