To Tell the Tale of God’s Love Down the Ages (1)

Many books have been written to tell of God’s love, but it seems there is always something new to tell and more to say. God’s love is so immense that it can never be captured, it is so deep that it cannot be fathomed, it is so tender that you can only feel it with your heart, it is so mysterious that no human words are capable to describe. God’s love is a vast and deep ocean that you can dive into and swim freely inside, setting you free. It is a burning fire that wraps around you, setting you inflamed but would not destroy, so that you will catch that fire and become on fire with God’s love and pass it onto others. It is a strong waterfall gushing out from God’s heart and poured into you, flooding you all over to the brim, then pouring out from you to quench the thirst of others who are looking for true love.

I have difficulty to further describe the love of God, for God is love, his essence is love and his nature is love. The aim of this article is not to write about God’s love in theory or through knowledge; instead, it is the urge of God that I have to share my own experience of God’s love in my life. This urge has been pushing me for years which I tended to ignore. I tried to escape from God’s hounding but he would not let go of me. He told me he has set me on fire with his love and I have to let his love known down the ages, so that the world can be set on fire with his love and every human being is able to experience his love deeply. That is why I am in front of my computer to start writing because I can’t resist him anymore. I will try to share with you little by little the events in my life which manifested his unconditional love for me, from which I can see he has called me and led me before I was born and shaped me as a potter shapes the clay in his hands, with tender care and love, into the image of his only Son.

Let me start with my family. I was born in China, into a warm family with loving parents and grand-parents. My father was a kind man, quiet and gentle, caring for others, to the extreme that his saplings took advantage of him quite often. My mother was helpful, open and daring. I have inherited some of her traits. I was well loved by my parents, my relatives, especially my grandmother (father’s side) who lost her only daughter at young age. Left with eight sons, she was not interested to have more boys in the big family. When I was born, she was greatly delighted and named me the queen of the family. You can sense somehow I had been spoiled. God had his own way to led me on.

At the age of seven, my grandmother (mother’s side) brought me to Hong Kong to be united with my uncle who is working in Hong Kong and my grandfather who was retiring and coming back from Australia. It was a big turn in my life: a little country girl thrown into the complex environment of a big city!! The spoiled child gradually changed into a disciplined girl under the guidance of the grandmother:
she was loving but strict!! Her motto was: ‘Taking care of a grand child is not the same as my own child, I have the responsibility towards her parents, so I need to keep her on the right track.’ Besides, my grandmother was an orderly and kind hearted woman, always being helpful to our neighbours, ready to share what we had. With her influence, I became a serious and helpful person, thank God I also kept the
openness and daring traits of my mother. Under the education system in China, a child only went to school for primary one class at the age of seven, that means, I did not attend school before I went to Hong Kong! Can’t imagine how I could cope up with the study in Hong Kong, especially with English. Myuncle was searching for a school for me to study. Without knowing the demands to study in Hong Kong, I was happy to follow my uncle to go from one school to another for interview, finally get settled in a school where I found friends and enjoyed my school days, getting into the rhythm of life of Hong Kong people quite smoothly.

God was holding my hand and leading me to another turn in my life: when I was in primary 4, one of my uncle’s friends suggested to him to get me into a good school, an English school!! Though I was at the top 3 of the class in my school, the standard of English of my school was far behind the school I went for entrance exam. The result for English was disastrous! I could not understand anything.. so I submitted a blank answer sheet with words of apology to the teacher, whoever correcting the paper. She/He must be astounded at my answer. But the Lord’s way was mysterious, after much effort from my uncle’s friend, I was given a chance to study in St. Rose of Lima’s School where I needed to adapt to another teaching system and to face new challenges. With my joyful nature, I did no worry at all though I only got 5 charity marks for English at the first test (the sisters were kind enough to give 5 charity marks to any student who deserved a zero!!) With some months of private tuition, I was able to catch up with English, God must be working hard on me! Happily, I grew among the laughter of classmates and under
the loving care of the sisters and teachers, knowing there is a loving God who cares. At the age of fourteen, when I was in Form 2, I became the daughter of this loving Father. My life is taking a new path, heading into the journey into the love of God. Will share more on his love in my next article.

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