My interest in Jesus grew as I got to know more about Him, Over a period of 6 months, I attended church on sunday, and mosque on fridays, perhaps getting the best of both worlds (so I thought). At one point in time, I stopped attending church when I got home to Singapore over the summer vacation. Being close to my family in Singapore brought home the gravity of the situation.
If I were to choose Jesus, I would face the wrath of my family, perhaps even being expelled from home. These were all real fears and I was not sure that knowing Jesus was worth paying this price.
When I was home for the summer, I did my job attachment with my sponsoring company. I had muslim colleagues who did not know of my inclination towards Jesus. I dared not shared my interest in Christ with anyone, fearing that I would be ostracised. On Fridays, I would make the trip to the mosque to keep up with my muslim colleagues though I wasnt really interested.
My christian friends introduced me to my first church in Singapore. It was a nice family church and I used to sneak out of my house early sunday mornings to attend service. I used to wake up early to go out on sunday as I did not wish my mom and dad to ask where I was going. I managed to keep this up for some time.
At one point in time in my life I had to decide for myself whether Jesus was really for me. I had come to hate the double life I was living. I thought to myself: If I really loved Jesus, then I should be willing to pay the price for what I believed in. I was considering getting baptised as a symbolic demonstration of my firm commitment to Christ since I was tired of being neither here nor there.
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