My Testimony

Deceived, Brokenhearted,
Caught Up In The World...
But GoD Was Always Pursuing Me.
I Was born again in 2023, and now Pursue Him Wholeheartedly.

Introduction

Hello! I’m Nostalgia. Although I was dedicated to God as a baby and grew up in the church, even though I read through the bible and got baptized when I was a teen, even though I desired to keep God’s commandments and thought I was a pretty decent human being…God confronted me in 2023 and my life hasn’t been the same since!

I’ve shared a lot of my story here, and that’s because I want others who grew up in a toxic family or a false denomination/heretical church to feel validated, and for those who feel insecure or broken due to feeling left out, never heard or believed, abused, raped, or their own sins and shortcomings to know there is hope and life can change for the better.

Throughout my story, I’ve shared bible verses or spiritual revelations that pushed me to make changes that has led to both setting boundaries so I could heal, or admitting fault and apologizing I could reconcile with someone. At the very bottom are some of these revelations with additional supporting verses or bible stories so you can see how I came to those conclusions. These are topics I find churches never really touch on, but these are the kinds of things the bible wants us to meditate on so our minds could be transformed, and in turn, our own lives and relationships. 

I’ve written this in October 2026, 3.75 years after I was saved. I’m at a point in my journey where I really don’t care to think about the past or talk about those who have hurt me anymore. After all, I am a new creature in Christ. My past identities, along with my past sins, fear, guilt, shame, and trauma no longer have the same grip on me anymore. I’ve been journaling since I was about 16, but this year at 32, I was able to rip them all up so I can move on officially. However, I know there is healing, comfort, and hope in a testimony, thus, I wanted to lay it all out one last time so others can learn and be touched by it. So, let’s begin!~

Nostalgia Cheerleader at High School
Nostalgia's High School Drum Line Performing At Juno Hoops

My Childhood & Family Dynamics

I grew up in Toronto, Canada, a super multicultural city. I also grew up in the Jane & Finch area, which was filled with immigrants, and also known for gang & gun crime.

I went to public school, so I was always surrounded by many cultures and religions, and our schools would help us understand and celebrate each others backgrounds by having us to presentations on our parent’s home country, and celebrating each other’s holidays (ie Diwali, Hanukkah, Chinese New Year). Our schools would also have multicultural assemblies where groups of students can perform their cultural dances and show off their traditional outfits. Thus, racism wasn’t really a thing here, though we could certainly joke about stereotypes since we got to witness it being true for the most part. But the most important thing was that we all grew up respecting or tolerating each other’s cultures and religions. We felt free and safe to ask each other about their expressions of faith, such as why a Muslim peer wore a hijab or was fasting, and no one took offense cause it’s a good thing to be curious. 

I grew up in a Christian household and was never swayed or enticed by other’s faiths, but I also didn’t connect much with other Christians because I was Seventh-Day Adventist. We were very strict on keeping the 10 commandments which included resting on the Sabbath (starting Friday sunset until Saturday sunset), and thus I wouldn’t watch cartoons, nor do homework or chores on that day. If I was invited to a party, I wouldn’t even ask my parents because I knew the answer would be ‘no’. And while it may suck to miss out at times, I did genuinely desire to be obedient. We also kept the Levitical food laws, so we didn’t eat pork or shellfish, and boy, it sucks when the only pizza available is pepperoni or vegetarian, cause I was and still am a pretty picky eater, but I was able to relate to Muslims and Jews in that regard.

When it came to making friends at church, I also didn’t really have any as they all went to the same private Adventist school (Crawford Academy). My family would also often show up too late for Sabbath school, which was when the youth got to talk and connect more with each other, and I never took part of Adventurer Club nor Pathfinder Scouts either. Thus, the kids at my church would see each other every day of the week, but they may only see me 2-3 times a month in the congregation. It also didn’t help that my church was very black, and I was often known to be white or Asian washed as I didn’t have the blackest of hobbies or interests, nor did I listen to much black music, nor watched channels like BET…

This blog, Chromatic Dreamers, was created because I had a dream to play with a band on stage, and I made that happen by creating a Japanese pop/anime cover band. Being a 90s kid, I grew up with a lot of cartoons, but certain ones with relatable characters and cool storylines like Pokemon, Yu-gi-oh, Beyblade, Sailormoon and Cardcaptors had the biggest impact on me. In Grade 6, I gave Digimon a second chance (my brother loved it, but it was too violent for my 6yo mind), and I fell in love. YouTube had the ‘original Japanese opening’ in the recommendation section, and the music was so beautiful and meaningful compared to the English rap we had, so I wanted to hear more Japanese music. I also got curious about Japan as none of my classmates were Japanese, so it went under the radar. I learned then that other things I loved like Nintendo and Origami, my first digital camera which was by Canon, along with various other things like Karaoke, Karate, and Sony were all made in Japan, and that’s when my obsession started.     

But on top of my weird interest in Asian culture, I was also a tomboy, so I liked sports, video games, climbing fences, and pretending to be a secret agent, thus I didn’t care much to hang with the girls who only wanted to walk and talk about boring things. And while I have certainly embraced my femininity a lot since then, I’m still trying to figure out fashion and what works for my body. I also really loved musicals, so I really loved High School Musical, Camp Rock, Lemonade Mouth etc, but obviously, most of my black peers didn’t care for any of that, and would even mock them. So yeah, I was a weirdo, but I embraced it. I loved what I loved, and I wasn’t going to hide or be ashamed of it. I was social and outgoing, and I got involved in quite a few clubs, was on stage at almost every assembly, and definitely had the potential to be popular…but I didn’t really like what the popular people liked, nor did I liked their attitudes, or how they wanted to skip school and such. While they bullied or rejected some students, I was the one who would reach out to them, and usually, we had more in common and became great friends. 

Regarding my home life, I was quite miserable. So miserable, my mom would even ask me why I’m always miserable, but she was a huge portion of the problem. I grew up in a single-bedroom apartment, sharing the room with my freakishly tall brother who was quick to anger and would yell and/or physically hurt me just for being in his way or in the washroom when he needed it. And sadly, my parents never saw it and thus never believed me, or they’d say ‘all siblings fight’ and brush it off. When I’d come out from the room crying, no one would comfort me, or they’d get mad at me for scratching him in defense. While I learned to stay out of his way, there were many years where he had the only computer in the home, so I’d rush home to use it to work on a presentation, but I’d flee the second I’d hear the door opening, but if I was a little too slow and got caught, I’d get punched. I was really scared of him…and so were my friends as he would torment and bully them as well. He got suspended quite a bit in elementary and middle school, his name was called on the speakers so much (of course people looked at me too), and he even made teachers cry. Despite all this, I was still never believed or protected, nor was he ever punished. 

My parents also used to argue all the time. Me and my brother would watch cartoons in the room as they were going off outside. When I was 8 years old, they separated, and I actually wasn’t too bothered by it. In fact, I was a bit excited since my dad moved into a house in Brampton and my mom moved into a 2-bedroom in the same building, so I had my own room at both places (Mom still slept in the living room). We actually really enjoyed visiting my dad on weekends and holidays as he had a PS2, and we had bikes that we could ride around the neighbourhood, and he was usually the one we’d get to do cool activities with, like fishing, camping, and canoeing. He also took us to places like Ottawa, Montreal, and Grenada (went twice, once with only him, and once with both parents). The only major change that took some adjusting was that my mom no longer had a car and would leave early to get to her work downtown, so I got used to making my own breakfast/lunches and taking public transit to school (a short walk and a 2-3 stop ride. I would also walk through some park to get home as it was a short cut).   

Now, while my parents were separated, they were still together, so in Grade 5, my little sister was born, and that meant, I didn’t exactly have my own room anymore. I think in the earliest years, my mom and the crib would be in my brothers room and he was in mine, and then later, her and my mom in my room, and finally, mom back in the living room while I shared with my sister. I still really enjoyed time at my dad’s place though, and in Grade 6, I had a birthday party/sleep over at his house with a couple friends. But months later, my dad started seeing a lady and she was over one time. My dad was supposed to bring all of us back earlier as my mom signed me up for tennis lessons, but he only brought me back. My mom, obviously stressed with her 14yo son and 1yo baby in another city alone (not knowing about her) and asked to go get her, and they got into a more physical altercation, that lead to lots of court battles over the next decade. The lady and her 2 kids moved in soon after that, and her kids took over our rooms. We were still required to visit, but we didn’t enjoy our time there as we would feel some hostility by them, and that was supported we would put passwords on computers and locks on doors. Our bikes were also ruined by them, so there was nothing to do, and we didn’t enjoy our time there anymore.

Additionally, my dad would just drop us off and then head to work, so we weren’t even spending time with him either. Often, no one made food for us, so we would just find stale cereal boxes and crackers in the cellar to eat. That same Christmas season, we were there for the weekend but was supposed to go back for the holiday…but my dad said we’re staying. When it was dark out, I saw my brother by the front door with my sister in her car seat, and he said ‘we’re leaving’. I didn’t know his plan, we didn’t have phones or anything, but we really didn’t want to spend the holiday there. There was a full winter storm going on, but we somehow made it all the way across the neighbourhood to a plaza, and we stopped at Pizza Pizza to call our mom to pick us up, and she found a friend with a car to get us. Our dad didn’t go out to look for us (we would have been easy to spot), he just called to police and they showed up later to check if we were home.

At another time, I was visiting him alone, so I was in the car with his family. They stopped at a mall and he asked if I wanted to come, I assumed it’d be a short trip, so I said I’ll stay. The sun set, and it got quite chilly. I only had my brother’s old Digivice to keep me company. As hours went by, I considered going in, but I didn’t have a phone to contact them, and I wouldn’t be able to find the car if I came back, so I stayed. They came back like 4 hours later because they ended up watching a movie, and my dad didn’t consider to come get me first. The worst part was, while our father did fight in court to see us, I can recall at least 3 times when all of us packed up and took the bus 30 minutes to the police station on a Friday evening (court order), just for him not to show up. We would wait there for hours without any call, and then we were allowed to go back home. With all I’ve said above, I’m sure it’s no question why none of us really cared to see him anymore. When me and my brother were adults, he still fought to see my sister, but she would make every excuse (homework, sickness) not to go, and my mom stopped trying to force her. In my head, he chose another family over us, and that’s that. We’ll be fine on our own.  

So that’s the story with my dad, but now let’s get into the story with my mom. My mom was a decent mom when it came to raising us. We were always fed, our clothes were clean, and our physical needs were met. We learned good hygiene, never had holes in our shoes, and we would get new school supplies each year. My mom would pay for field trips, and would come out to our events, competitions, games and so on. We got gifts on holidays, cakes on our birthdays, and she would randomly get us new clothes or items she thought we would like whenever. All of us were somewhat picky, so she would make us foods we generally liked, and I enjoyed learning how to cook from her. She was present and we were taken care of, no doubt. But what I needed and desired most, specifically emotional validation and understanding, was lacking. 

As the eldest female, I was expected to do more chores and to sacrifice my plans to babysit my sister. My brother got simpler tasks like throwing out the garbage, but even then, he may just disappear without doing it, so my mom would make me do it anyways. He was never asked to stay downstairs to do laundry because my mom didn’t think guys should touch women garments, yet I was expected to fold his. I knew my mom worked hard to raise us 3 kids, so I would often go above and beyond, cleaning up and cooking meals before she came home, and pampering her by doing her nails and hair, and such…but the second I would complain about things being unfair, she would get louder than me and say we are all useless kids and/or how I don’t do as much as her, or play the martyr and go on about how much she sacrificed for us, and that if I think she’s a bad mother, I should go live with my father. If she came home and the dishes weren’t done, she’d yell and rant, and then call her friends about it. It was a small apartment, so we could always hear her going off from our rooms. Things were peaceful as long as I did what she wanted when she wanted and never complained.

While I started doing a lot at 8 years old, cooking my own basic meals and doing whatever chores, my sister didn’t have the same expectations even at 14 years old, and she knew it. My mom spoiled and babied her, giving her whatever she wanted, and never spanked her nor held down on punishments (usually groundings, or claiming she won’t get the gift she wanted) when she disobeyed or got a call from school. I’d warn my mom that she’s going to become more bratty and uncontrollable when she grew up, but my mom thought I was jealous and said she had to take care of her since she didn’t have a father figure. The odd time she would ask my sister to do the dishes, 15 minutes later, she’d tell us both to do it, and ultimately, just make me do it instead. On my sister’s side, even if she was grounded, my mom couldn’t enforce it since she was at work, and my sister didn’t even try to come back home before she did. In my case, I always told my mom where I was and would be back before sunset, mostly because I was scared of my neighbourhood after dark, but also because I didn’t want to worry or stress out my mom, but neither of my siblings cared in that regard, and that also frustrated me if my mom would freak out or rant about it. 

All in all, my biggest dream since I was 12 was to move out and get my own place and have my own room. As long as I was still living with my mom, I knew I’d always live in fear, be taken advantage of, and fight to be heard until then. I just wanted peace.

My only saving grace was my cousin. While our mom’s weren’t talking much, his mom (while not Adventist) signed him up to my church’s summer camp the year I was a leader-in-training (Grade 7 summer), and then Pathfinder scouts the same year I joined (middle of Grade 8), mainly to keep him out of trouble. A few years later, when we were 16, he got kicked out and somehow ended up living with us. While my family mocked my Japanese interests, he also loved anime, so we’d often watch it together and bonded over that. He was willing to do chores and babysit my sister, thus lessening my load and allowing me more freedom. His first stay, he slept in my brother’s room, but at later stays, since my brother had a girlfriend, me and him shared the living room, and then me, him and my sister shared the bedroom since my mom wanted the living room back. While in the living room, we got even closer through late night talks, and it was the first time I really opened up to anyone about my emotions and insecurities, and he was there to listen and comfort me. I never felt safe or comfortable crying in front of someone until him. Later, when my suppressed anger was starting to surface, my mom would in turn become more aggressive and even physical to try to ‘put me in my place’, but it only took my cousin stepping in and yelling for us to ‘stop’ for my mom to back off as she was scared of him. While he had a bad reputation and has hurt people before, I knew he wouldn’t do that to me or my family. 

Now, my cousin and I certainly had our ups and downs, but he has been my best friend, accepting all that I am, supporting my dreams, and giving me space to share my true emotions and burdens, which has been healing in itself. When I was finally able to move out at 25, my mom kicked him out and told him to go with me since my sister can’t be in a room with him alone, but I didn’t mind having him as a roommate. He is my greatest critic, that’s for sure, but I know it’s out of love. And his honesty, along with seeing the ways my actions or words hurt him, made me take a good hard look at myself and acknowledge my own toxic traits. For example, since I’m used to not being heard, I was the kind to give the silent treatment and be passive aggressive, but him being kinda dense would have no idea that I’m upset or what he did wrong. Thus, he pushed me to be upfront with him as soon as possible. If I was upset and wanted to run, he would force me to stay with him until I shared what was bothering me. He also made me realize I was acting the same way as my mom when it came to the running of the house: being impatient, ranting when I’m upset, and bringing up the past. Once I heard that, I snapped out of it so fast. I don’t want to be like my mom, especially after the pain she caused me, so it broke my heart to know I was hurting others the same ways. All in all, he has certainly helped me develop better and healthier relationships moving forward.

And on the other side, I’ve certainly softened him up a bit. He was used to being seen as the bad guy and embraced that trope, but I only saw a kind and sweet side to him, and would remind him of what he did for my family. I also provided a space where he felt wanted and at peace to be himself, and later, he was also able to be more open about his emotions and struggles. I was certainly one who believed women had it harder and I did hate guys for a period due to dating (more on that in the next section), but he helped me see how things are from their perspective and that no one really cares about them unless they’re useful, and how it’s mostly men who commit suicides, so I started to sympathize with their struggles, and I had more respect and understanding for the other gender. His actions growing up brought great woe to his mother, but living with me made him think twice about how his actions could have an effect on those around him, so he stayed out of trouble…for the most part anyways. 

Additionally, since moving out, I was able to see my sister in a different light, as someone who is still a child, with a different personality, and who grew up in another generation 
(10 year difference). Any issue I had with her was due to my mom, so I shouldn’t be taking it out on her. And even her dressing to the 10s and wearing weaves and such, while not for me, I understand since everyone has cell phones now. And hey, at least it was worth it since she won the Prom Queen title 😛 When I’d look back at the cards she drew for me and videos she took on my phone cheering for me, she really did love me and loved having me as a big sister. While we did fight, we certainly had more fun playing together. We also played regularly with the neighbours kids, board games, hide and seek, watching movies on Family Channel (Disney), playing on my Wii, or playing at the park, I was down for anything as I was still a child at heart and wasn’t ashamed of it. When our mom would take me and her to amusement parks or the yearly exhibition, I was the one who’d get on whatever ride she wanted with her. When my cousin later moved in, me and her both had fun torturing him. After I moved out, she started up a nail business once she had the room to herself, and later got into makeup, and she’s been quite successful. Many followers, regular customers, and even being invited to events, and I respect the hustle. As much as I was initially annoyed my mom was buying her all these things she didn’t need, if she is making her own money to buy false lashes and hair, that’s her business. 

And back to not wanting to be like my mom, just cause she didn’t get along with her siblings and stopped talking to them indefinitely, didn’t mean I had to have the same fate. When I came to these realizations, while I was initially upset at something my sister did and was keeping to myself and avoiding eye contact when she came over, I decided to just try talking to her and ask what’s going on, and she just started talking to me like normal. I think that same day, my mom was getting at her regarding her diet, but I asked her what’s it about and listened with interest and curiosity, and it sounded fine health wise, so I supported her. At a later date, our mom didn’t want her going to some concert, but would be okay if I went with her, so I did, and we started hanging out more often. Since I wasn’t heard growing up, I started hearing her out and she’s pretty smart for her age. My mom would rant to me about what she did, and after hearing both sides, I usually sided with my sister and didn’t see the big deal (ie she lost her phone at a party and my mom was mad about not being able to reach her…but she paid for her phone and plan, and she plans to replace it herself so…?). If my mom was ranting to us about my sister staying out late, not doing chores, or not listening, I would just shrug cause that’s what I warned her about ages ago, but was dismissed. Now that I moved out, it’s not my problem, so why would I get riled up?  

When my sister wanted a dog, my mom said ‘no’, and she was fine with getting a hamster or some other pet, but my mom was against it. When I was 8-10yo, my parents got me a fish and then a hamster, though, they didn’t live very long (a few months at most…both died when I was away at my dad’s though!). I can’t remember if my mom tried to use me as a reason for why she can’t have one, but I’m sure she did, and I didn’t think that was fair. If I had the opportunity to have pets, she should too, and just cause I couldn’t take care of them, doesn’t mean she’s the same as me. Anyways, my sis was asking me about what pet would be better, and a few moments later, she said she was on her way to get one. I was on the subway returning from buying something on Marketplace, so I said I’d meet her. I had a feeling they wouldn’t give pets to kids under 18 and I was right. She decided on a pair of guinea pigs and I signed off on it. I also took her home to ‘surprise’ my mom. We were expecting her to blow up, but thankfully, my mom came home with a friend and thus pretended to be cool with it XD When I’d visit and see their dirty cage (they poop a lot!), my sister would ask if I wanna clean it for her. I’d want to say “I didn’t sign up for this”, but I technically did.
 As I’m writing this, they’re like 5 years old, living longer than any of us expected. 

Us 3 (my sis and cousin) would hang out every now and then and do activities together, like movies, activities, grabbing food, or just going for a drive. I was able to share my heart and experiences with them regarding the family, and they would listen and understand, though they often sometimes challenge me to see things from another perspective. It was very interesting hearing their own experiences, memories, and views on my mom and brother, and they’re both the kind to just mind their business and not try to change people, which was something I had to learn to do since I had a codependent relationship with my mom. Our arguments often started cause I wanted her to understand and believe me, or for my brother to step in and help and act as the eldest child that he is, but hearing them say we can’t expect them to change and that they’re not exactly right in the head gave me something to think about for sure. I was getting frustrated and complaining because I thought there was hope for change, but now, I can accept it is what it is and put my energy elsewhere.  

Regarding my brother, during the pandemic, when I was still quite angry and annoyed with everyone, I started telling his girlfriend about all I went through and was demanding family counselling since no one believed me, but guess she passed it on, and he ended up texting me, apologizing for being a bad brother and didn’t make any excuses. It’s true that a ‘soft anger turns away wrath’ (Proverbs 15:1). I wanted to be mad and fight, but I had to let it go. However, it was nice to know he had the self-awareness to make a genuine apology compared to our parents. Since then, I’ve forgiven him and have been working at not being so afraid of him. At least now, we can talk more openly and joke over a meal. I even decided to host a Family Day with both my siblings and my cousin, and we played board games and got food. While my mom is usually the one to plan things for the family and thus would always be there, it became very clear that day that none of us are really that comfortable or open around her, and the vibe can be awkward as well. 

But all that to say, the relationship with my mom is still meh. I do truly love her, but I’ve had to set boundaries and avoid telling her much in an effort to ‘guard my heart’ (Proverbs 4:23). Over the years, anything I said will be used against me later on. If I came to her at a time when I needed help (ie being scammed or dating a sucky guy), she would use that story later to explain why I’m still foolish and should listen to her. To this day, she still denies my brother ever abused me, and often paints me as the bad child, even using stories from ages ago to support that. For example, when I was too young to remember, I spilled Cheetos in someone’s car and refused to pick it up. Or one time, she asked me to stay home for a bit so she could get medicine for my little sister, but I was upset about messing up my perfect attendance record (I still stayed though!). She claimed anytime I helped was rent, she was ‘borrowing’, thus I can’t tell others I helped with rent, even if I never got the money back. She’d also tell me stories or her own beliefs about my cousin to try to turn me against him, but I trusted him more, and I could make my own decisions. 

I am thankful for the many mental health resources available as it made me realize she is possibly a narcissist, or at least emotionally immature and toxic, and that the close mother daughter relationship I desired and fought for is not likely to happen. After the Family Day outing I hosted, even though she was working as it was a Monday, she sent all of us a text saying something like ‘wow, the people I consider family went out without me’. I couldn’t understand why she was upset as she always wished us siblings would get along and how she wants us to be there for each other after she passes and such, and here I am making an effort to bond with them, and it’s a problem. And trust me, it gets worse when trying to connect with extended family.  

I have a little cousin. Her dad is my biological uncle whom my mom stopped talking to ages ago, but her mom started working with my mom, and thus she started popping up now and then. At home, my mom would always say she’s spoiled cause her dad gives her what she wants, and how she always wants attention…but what 6 year old doesn’t? When her parents separated, she would go to their workplace after school and my mom was pissed about that too, even though it wasn’t her fault. While I was a little annoyed at her for always touching my stuff when she came over, one time I heard my guitar being strummed so I checked it out. She said she really wanted an electric guitar, but her parents said ‘no’ as she was already in piano lessons. I said piano is great, and showed her how to translate what she already knew onto the fretboard. I was so excited to share my hobby with someone, so I sat her down and taught her some basics. I then asked her what music she liked and she said K-ON! I was surprised as I didn’t know she liked anime, but also, it was the anime that really pushed me to have my first band attempt, so I got to show her some videos we recorded. She was sleeping over, so the following day, I had her tag along to the guitar store as I had something to return, and I gave her some advise on what guitar to ask for. In the end, she got the guitar and lessons, while still going through with piano lessons, and she’s been competing in both! Though, she more recently switched to bass (and I switched to ocarina lol).

Anyways, a couple years later when I already moved out, my mom called to tell me my lil cousin was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. I reached out to her, and to try to encourage her to live and look forward to the future, I said she could come over whenever, and we could watch anime and play guitar or hang out! If she had a PA day and such, we can hang out and maybe do something, and she took me up on that offer. When my mom later found out she was coming over, she first tried to make me feel bad by saying how my cousin gets to come over but my mom never got invited (I wonder why…I did let her visit a couple times later though!), and then tried to manipulate how I viewed her in saying that she had aunts, uncles, grandparents etc and got lots of gifts from them, things we never had…..but part of that is due to my mom not maintaining those relationships. And regardless, just cause I didn’t have something doesn’t mean another child shouldn’t. I’m a grown adult and she’s like 8. She’s also going through a hard time with her parents separation and being ostracized at school, and trust me, no kid would want to be hanging out at my mom’s workplace for hours after school as it was full of mentally ill people and always smells like smoke, but that’s what my mom does. She always assumes everyone else has some extravagant life and would be envious towards them.

But I share all this because my mom always talks about wishing we had other family to connect with, and yet when I make the effort to connect, she’s bitter about it. My mom has like 10 biological siblings and 10 adopted siblings, and while only few live in Canada, we weren’t really close to much of them. What I heard from her growing up was that her real family abandoned her, and that she always felt rejected by her real family because she wasn’t blood….but even so, I have memories of us visiting both our biological and adopted aunts and uncles, and our adopted grandma would stay over during visits and such, though, we haven’t seen most of them over the last decade. I just had the impression we were the black sheep of the families, but also didn’t really care much as families tend to tease and mock, or they’d complain about us kids. Family didn’t mean much to me growing up as it was, but as I grew up and my friends didn’t have as much time for me, I realized it’s a beautiful thing that I’m blessed with and I should make the most of it while people are alive. All in all, I grieved the loss of the relationship I wished I could have had with my mother, and established more distance and boundaries so she wouldn’t be able to trigger or hurt me the way she used to. 

As for my father, after various court battles over the decade and none of us enjoying time at his house, we all stopped seeing him. My siblings cut all contact with him, and while I didn’t care for him to have mine either, I didn’t fully block him in the same way. When our grandma on his side passed in 2023, he told me and I passed the news to my mom. This was probably the only grandparent I felt I had a real bond with. She did come to Canada almost every year until she had a stroke, but she would still call us for our birthdays, even calling me on my cell phone after I moved out. My mom was close to his mom, so she did reach out to share her sympathies, but then all I would hear is my mom going off at him about how much he owes us kids and this and that. Mind you, they had a restraining order, so this was the first time they talked in over a decade, but it was clear my mom hasn’t forgiven him. My dad was hoping some of us could come to the funeral, but I was already struggling financially and the trip there was long with multiple transfers due to Covid. I also didn’t really care to spend a week or two in the islands with him alone. This isn’t Japan where I felt more confident travelling around by myself and could easily find accommodation….but what made me say ‘no’ was him trying to manipulate me by saying ‘your grandma would love if you were there’…she’s dead. She won’t know or care. My brother didn’t bother, and my sister and mom didn’t have a passport, so none of us went. We did all come together to watch it online, and apparently, my dad’s wife, step kids, and the biological twins he had after my sister was born didn’t go either. 

After the funeral, he seemed very eager on reaching out to us, but I just assumed he was feeling kinda lonely since apparently his step family didn’t bother much with him either. Or perhaps the fear of death was catching up to him and he wanted a legacy or whatever it may be. I was also aware he had a ministry and was training to be a pastor or whatever it may be, and I had a feeling he was trying to act like he had a good relationship with us for his own image and such, and definitely wouldn’t admit he cheated and such, but all in all, I didn’t feel he had a right to act like a present or proud father when he wasn’t. I felt he was very similar to my mom in that they both only care about keeping us close so they could say they were good parents and take credit for our achievements, but they weren’t that interested in developing a real bond or knowing us as people. And even more so since neither of them could ever acknowledge any wrong doing or give a sincere apology. They just want to sweep things under the carpet and act like nothing ever happened. There were times I ended up in a text argument with both of them, and I ultimately told them that until they work it out with each other, I don’t care to really have a relationship with either of them as I don’t want to be in the middle of this. They both claim to be Christians (SDA), and the bible talks a lot about forgiveness and making the effort to reconcile with a brother who you know has a problem with you (Matthew 5:23-24), and yet, they’re both acting very immature and prideful. I just wanted peace, and if they weren’t going to bring that into my life, then forget it.  

As I started visiting my aunt’s during holidays, and ultimately seeing my uncle and cousins more, I got to hear their side of events regarding my mom and why we stopped seeing them. My mom wasn’t the kindest to them, and would badmouth them to others, and her envy over my aunt’s house and later my uncle’s car was why she stopped talking to them. It was also sad to hear how my aunt felt my mom never liked her, and it showed when she tried to get help from my mom when she immigrated her but my mom gave her the cold shoulder and she actually got deported and had to try again. Despite all this, when my mom asked her for help, like watching my little sister, she still came through for her. When my mom asked for money during the court battles, she gave willingly. My mom said she’d pay her back in 6 months, but was silent. Over a year later, when my aunt asked, my mom went off on her, so my aunt said she was done with my mom from then. My little cousin, she told me this already, but she also told them how my mom would call her ‘ugly’ to her friends and coworkers and show them pictures, and even she couldn’t comprehend why a grown ass woman was picking on a little child. 

Knowing my mom personally, I believe them. And in turn, I felt quite validated about my own experiences. My mom would always paint me out to be the bad kid, the crazy one, the one with the bad memory and who should see a psychiatrist, but here were her own siblings and nieces/nephews who were also treated unfairly by her and painted out to be the bad guy as well. Thankfully, we all objectively agree that she is the problem since we can all have peace and healthy relationships otherwise. My mom told me she was abandoned and rejected by her families, but she lived with down the street from her biological family, often passing by after school and playing with them (something my told me as well, which was why I was confused on if she was really ‘abandoned’). And apparently, since their family struggled greatly, my mom was the only one to get a gift from their real parents when the holidays came around. She got shoes when none of them had any. On her adopted side, I knew my mom talked to her adopted mom since she’d stay by us, and she was super close with her adopted dad and was very distraught when he passed in recent years. My mom had the privilege of going to school (and dropped out on her own accord), while my aunt was told they can’t afford it so she found herself a job at 14 to pay for it herself. All in all, it was another example of my mom rewriting stories or rejecting history to play the victim or be seen as the martyr and hero in the story. 

Not long after, my whole family (mom, sibs, and cousin) visited my dad when he was in the hospital due to leg issues caused by diabetes, and he was going to have surgery soon. The visit started a bit awkward as my aunt and uncle were there, and no one knew we/my mom were coming at that time (besides my cousin, and my aunt was mad at him about it rightfully). I was happy to see them and hugged them, but it was definitely awkward for everyone else ^^” After they left, my dad was so excited and was asking us kids questions, but we all didn’t really know how to talk to him, nor cared much for a relationship. When another lady came in, he was bragging about us and telling her all that we do and this and that (I knew he would snoop online, but it was also clear my mom told him a lot). I didn’t feel he had the right to act like a proud father when he abandoned us for another family and didn’t support us, so I was a little annoyed by it. Afterwards, he kept reaching out to my mom for our contact information, and started asking me about grabbing coffee, but I wasn’t really interested. 

But as I started to grow and soften more in my walk with God, I understood that He gave me my parents and He really does desire peace and reconciliation as much as possible. My charismatic pastor prophesied a year prior that I would be the one to bring my family together, but I was totally fine with us being apart, especially as the one who suffered the most. Ages ago, another cousin on my dad’s side who lived in the same building as us said I was the heart of the family and the one keeping things together, and I didn’t see that then either. I didn’t feel like any of my immediately family really liked me, and I was the only one arguing about how things were, so I thought everyone else would be happier without me. The thing is though, while I lived there, I was the one talking to my mom the most, doing her hair or nails as we watched a variety of shows together and helping her with other errands and tasks, and I’d play with my sister and watch her as well. While I wasn’t close to my bro, we still had more history together due to age and sharing rooms. Without my there, they all just stay in their own rooms and mind their own business. The home feels colder. 

While I still haven’t officially taken up the role or responsibility as some kind of repairer of my family, it just happened naturally because I personally desired to be obedient to God, and that means having grace and mercy on others, and not holding on to the past or seeing the worst in people, because I too have sinned and hurt others. That also means being thankful for the people He put in your life and trusting that His decision was right. While they certainly made me miserable and caused a lot of pain and grief, God was using them to shape and mold me into someone compassionate and resiliant. Their abandonment, rejection, and emotional neglect was also why I was drawn to God’s unconditional love, approval, and attention, and why nothing on this earth, even family, could ever stop me in my pursuit of Him. Other people may be held back because their family doesn’t want them to be Christian, or they may be scared to leave their family’s heretical church as it would bring shame on everyone else but…..I do not care about their opinions or reputations if I believe I am doing what’s right or following what’s true. Matthew 10:37 that says “
He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me,” was not a problem at all on my end lol Forgiveness was, especially while still under their roof and still going through it, but after moving out and being able to breathe, I’ve been working on it more seriously. The thing I complained about the most to my friends over the years was my mom, but I didn’t want to do that anymore since complaining was against God, and I truly wanted to honour her better. I really wanted to please God in all aspects of my life, not just in the categories that was simple for me. 

Anyways, I started chatting a bit more with my father, but was still hoping for an apology first. If he is incapable of recognizing his wrong or apologizing for the pain he caused, then I know reconciliation isn’t possible. I brought up how he abandoned us and didn’t pay child support, and how he hurt my mom the most for cheating multiple times (I personally recalled him having female guests over and sleeping in the same room, but I couldn’t comprehend it at my age. And of course he dated and had kids with someone else before they were officially divorced). While he would always dodge the unfaithfulness topic, he claimed that he tried reaching out many times and fought in court to see us (which I know was true), and that he did in fact pay child support. My mom always told me he didn’t pay and that’s why we needed financial assistance and was struggling so much, but I don’t think he would lie about that. More recently, my aunt said that if a guy didn’t pay child support, the government would garnish his wages so he wouldn’t have a choice anyways. But, if that’s true….and he was paying all this time….he wasn’t a true deadbeat and was entitled to have some kind of relationship with us. Did he mess up in other ways, of course, but as they say, no parent is perfect. But compared to other fathers who are truly absent and really don’t care about reaching out to their kids, at least my dad consistently tried to get in touch with us, and I have to respect that.

But continuing on, if my mom was lying about that, what else was she lying about just to make herself appear as the innocent one or the better person? Or to even turn us against other people? We all knew she loved to gamble (lotto tickets, casinos) and we often told her to stop as she’d usually lose, but she would make excuses, saying it’s her little fun, and that it’s ultimately for us….but I didn’t realize until then that the reason we struggled so much was because she was gambling it away. I was told assistance only gave enough to cover rent, but for all I know, they could have been giving us something sustainable but she lost the rest. And my theories were further confirmed when she did finally win a decent jackpot (not enough to be rich or stable in this economy though!) and while she gave 1/3 to me and my siblings for debts, car payments, and schooling, not even 2 years after that, she was calling me saying she’s broke and struggling to pay rent again. It made no sense to me because she didn’t buy anything big nor had anything to show for it. She lived in the same apartment for 2 decades so her rent is waaaay cheaper than others in our city, and she continued working full time after she won so….where else would the money have gone? Either way, after I moved out, besides one donation, I haven’t helped her since. She has 2 other adults living with her whom she could ask, and the pastor’s wife at the Baptist church I was currently attending told me not to give as well as she needs to face the consequences, and that was encouraging coming from a Christian elder. But all that to say, since moving out, the things I learned and realized about my own mother has completed changed how I see her. Most things she told me was a lie, and even when I set boundaries and try to keep the peace, she’s still trying to get a reaction out of me. As I said, I still do love and care about her, but I pray for her and leave it in God’s hands.  

This year in 2026, I finally agreed to meet up with my dad (bubble tea), and boy can he talk lol. I barely said anything during the outing, partly cause I was maturing and didn’t care to say or share much in general, but also cause he was just going on and on about his stories, his work, his ministry and so on. I hear that’s a normal thing for absent dads, or perhaps he is also a little insecure and desires to be validated, which is something I noticed in myself over the last few years. As for a positive, my dad would ask questions, and he’d listen and be understanding and supportive, praising what I have accomplished as well. He asked about my brother, but I said we weren’t close, and since he moved out as well earlier this year, I really don’t know what’s up with him. My dad thought we were close, but I shared how he verbally and physically abused me so I was scared of him and we never had that kind of relationship. My dad just said ‘I’m sorry to hear about that’ and was clearly grieved about what I went through. That truly meant a lot coming from a parent. It also made me realize my dad is at least a little more emotionally mature compared to my mom, and he is capable of listening to another person’s story and empathizing with their pain, instead of taking it as a personal attack or brushing it off. 

All in all, while I wasn’t the happiest kid at home growing up, and really didn’t feel like no one understood me or was on my side, forgiveness, wisdom, and maturity has gone along way when it came to reconciliation. I’m very grateful to have had the opportunity to move out and see things more clearly, and to be taken in by my aunt in which my nervous system could rest even further since the financial burden is shared more evenly. 

This section isn’t my testimony btw, but it provides a picture into my complex trauma due to family dynamics, my struggles with relationships and why I was drawn to the worst guys when dating, and why I made certain choices and pursued certain things until God met me and the bible transformed me <

My Faith Background & Why I Ran Away From god

Regarding my personal faith, I always believed that I believed, if you know what I’m saying. Part of me always knew the bible was true, and the laws made enough sense to follow them without my parents pushing me to. No one could push or tempt me to try things like alcohol or drugs because I didn’t care to be drunk or addicted to substances. I loved Christian picture books and knew all the lyrics to the Christian music my parents would play. When I’d look at some of my oldest notebooks, I was already studying scripture and writing down definitions of words from my KJV bible.

Regarding answered prayers, one highlight memory was when I lost my wallet. It only had $5 and my middle school ID in it, but it was a gift and dear to me. I prayed for a week straight, and one day, my future high school called as some students found it on the bus and turned it in. Another highlight was when I lost my beloved Hamtaro figure on the bus on the way to or from church. Later after sunset, my family was going to go bowling. We were at the bus stop, but my mom forgot if she left the stove on or bot, so she went back and check. 3 or 4 buses passed us in that time, but the bus we did get on, one of us noticed my figure under the seat and I was so happy. I’ve also lost jewelry, USBs, MP3s, and my phone, but most of the time, it came back to me. And in turn, I always went out of my way to return anything I found as I know how much it can mean to someone. 

There’s another memory that could have ended much worse, but I only found out more recently how many people were praying for me. My mom signed me up for Pathfinder scouts when I was in Grade 8. I was really excited mainly because they said the big camporee event (where SDA kids around the world would meet in America and camp and do a bunch of activities for a week) was supposed to be that year. As mentioned in my first section, I was miserable at home, so over night trips kryptonite! One Saturday evening, they had a mandatory orientation for new members. I was planning to go, but my mom was too tired with my baby sister and said maybe I’ll have to miss out. At this time, an older man was visiting quite regularly. He knew my parents when I was a baby, and he and my mom reconnected at the yearly camp meeting. While I didn’t know it then, he was grooming me, buying pizza for us just cause he knew I liked it, and even got me the Nintendo DS game I really wanted. He would have me sit on his lap with my mom around, so I didn’t think much of it. It got a little weird when he’d pinch my bum, but he’d smile innocently, so I was just confused. Anyways, he offered to take me, and me being so desperate to go begged. She seemed unsure, but ultimately said okay.

So we go to the event (my cousin is in the picture behind me btw) and all is fine. On the way home, which could have been after 9pm or so, he was asking about taking me all these other places, to go to the store to get another game and such, but I just wanted to go home. I didn’t even think things were open then. And mind, you I didn’t have a phone yet either. He ended up stopping at a plaza to grab a pizza, and while we waited for it in the car, he tried to touch my chest above my jacket, and probably tried to kiss me, but only getting the side of my mouth. That’s when I knew for sure this isn’t right, but I didn’t know what to do beside bare it. Thankfully, he did bring me home, and while he was still there, I just told my mom ‘he touched me’. She surprisingly did believe me and kicked him out immediately, never to come over again. She said she knew he was kinda handsy, and thus was worried, and I wished she said that beforehand. What’s worse is that the Camporee event didn’t happen until the following year anyways -_____- Anyways, as for more recent news, while my cousin isn’t really saved or anything, when I brought up that day, apparently my mom called his and asked if they saw me and such as I wasn’t home yet. My aunt didn’t go, so she asked my cousin, and he was praying for me then as well ;______;  

So yeah, I was aware that God was looking over me. I lived in a dangerous neighbourhood, known for lots of gun and gang crime (Jane & Finch), and my future high school (C.W. Jefferys C.I.) had a the first inside school shooting before I went to it, lots of stray bullets, lots of robberies…but I was never a victim or witness to anything. And for the most part, I appeared to be on a good path spiritually….but my denomination and their false beliefs definitely prevented me from fully grasping and believing the true gospel of being saved by faith alone.

The SDA church would often preach that they were the remnant church because they believe the Sabbath was the seal of God, and we were the only widely known denomination who went to church on Saturday. To be fair, it was clearly in the 10 commandments, so we couldn’t comprehend why other denominations didn’t care to obey it. ‘The other 9 commandments can still apply today, so why not the 4th?’ I would even ask my classmates why they don’t keep it, but they would just say ‘we’re not under the law’ but couldn’t give me a verse, thus I believe my church was right in that other Christians didn’t read nor know their bibles well. SDAs also teach that the Pope is the anti-Christ and he changed the sabbath to Sunday, and Sunday was the mark of the beast, so anyone who worshipped on that day was essentially damned. Thus, it is extremely hard for Adventists to even consider visiting another church, and in turn, we are in our own echo chamber of people who are legalists and pharisees, judging others who don’t keep the law as well as we do. Outside of the Levitical diet, some Adventists take it even further by adopting our founder’s vegetarian diet since she believed the original human diet of the garden was best. I remember hearing statistics shared in church a few times, claiming that Adventists live the longest because we rest and eat better and so on, so we had a lot of pride in our denomination. And while I didn’t think about it much then, Adventists don’t believe God still speaks or that gifts are active (ironic since the founder, Ellen G White, was a prophetess in the 1800s), so my faith really boiled down to ‘read and obey’. 

When I was in Grade 12, I wanted to get rebaptized. I was first baptized in Grade 6, but I wasn’t exactly ready to give my life to Jesus at that time. What happened was, I found out my only SDA friend at school was baptized, and I inquired with my mom on how that gets set up, out of curiosity and for future reference, but it got set up before I knew it. This time though, I was truly ready to dedicate my life. I started reading my bible cover to cover as I didn’t want to be ignorant about what my faith was all about. At the same time, I was taking a program where a bunch of us high schoolers would take a course at a local University, and depending on our grade, we would get a scholarship. We were taking a philosophy course on ‘the meaning of life’. The first portion wasn’t bad as we covered theistic philosophers, but when we studied atheistic philosophers, they had questions I couldn’t answer and arguments I couldn’t counter, especially since I couldn’t use my bible as evidence or proof. It didn’t help that our professor was a strong atheist and was quite biased.

The thing is, the atheists believe there is no meaning of life without God, We’re just here by mistake, and like other animals, we live, pass on our genes and die. As I dwelt on the possibility, and questioned if they were right, I started to have what they called an ‘existential vacuum’. I didn’t want to believer there was no God, but I was a logical person, and wouldn’t want to believe in a fantasy or a lie just to make myself feel better…. I feel into a bit of a depression and stopped reading my bible for a bit. But despite me being in a rut, I kept feeling a nudge telling me ‘just one more page’. After a few days or weeks of this feeling, I finally picked up my bible again, and the next page had “Colossians 2:8 that reads “Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.” I was surprised to even see the word ‘philosophy’ in the bible, but it was timely for sure. From then, I felt encouraged to do real research and I learned the stories of the bible are historical and there’s physical evidence to defend it. With this foundation, I was able to think of more logical arguments to defend God, such as humans being so different from animals, along with our views on love and morality, all of which makes no sense in evolution. All in all, I was able to come out believing more in God, and I still got an A and a $5000 scholarship in that program. 

After that, I continued to read my bible while also listening to more sermons and podcasts about theology and apologetics. After being baptized, I tried to keep God’s law better. For example, while I didn’t eat pork, gelatin was technically from the pig as well, so I tried to avoid eating marshmallows and gummy candy as well…but the temptation was just too high! And I’d feel condemned. I did start talking to God and praying more, but it was under the yoke of the law, always trying to do better, and feeling ashamed when I sinned. Regarding church attendance, while I may go with my mom and sister, sometimes she was too tired so I’d still go alone. I was used to the bus trip since I went to summer camp and pathfinders for a couple years on my own already. But after I got baptized, I was nominated to help with their audio team, and thus was more frequent with my attendance. There were a couple years I even came during my summer breaks to help with their Vacation Bible School doing both audio and visual alone.

But just know, even though I was a church girl and fit in for the most part, I too have my own church wound. One day, I went to church alone as my mom and sis were too tired to come out. I wasn’t scheduled to work the booth either, but I did enjoy worship and hearing a good sermon. This day, they had a guest preacher. And you know how I said they’d often have people preach about Seventh-Day Adventist stats? Well, this was one of those days. But on this occassion, the guest preacher went on about how kids who grew up with divorced parents/single moms, poor or dangerous neighbourhoods, who went to public school and this and that were bound to be bad kids. The guy was pretty much describing my life. Now, I wouldn’t have cared so much if it was just him talking cause, he doesn’t know me personally…but to hear the crowd around me nodding their heads and shouting ‘amen!’ made me realize what they really thought about me and my family. It’s not my fault why I have these circumstances, but I still thought I was a pretty good kid! Either way, the preacher continued to attack and the tears wouldn’t stop falling, so I just got up and went back home. While I’d still go to church, I didn’t care to go as much after that, but it was more because I never really had community or friends there, and I learned way more about God at home with my bible than I ever did at church. 

Not long after that was the nail (or two) in the coffin for my active faith. As I started to re-read the New Testament, verses about us being saved by faith alone really stuck out at me. I knew logically we could only be saved by faith or works…but then, where does the Sabbath or the commandments fit in? Is it really not necessary anymore? Was my denomination wrong and my classmates were right? I didn’t want to let go of the law cause I couldn’t comprehend just sinning without a care, but as I’ll find out a decade later, a lot of it was pride. I wanted to believe I could be more righteous and better than others…but that pride wouldn’t stick around for long…

I know I talked a lot about being quite a confident and social kid, but when it came to dating, that was a different story. I’m sure like many other black girls, not only does the media not show us as the desired love interest, but chances our, our own mothers made us feel insecure about our kinky hair or our skin tone or body shape or dark underarms and knees and so on. I was also insecure as every pimple I had left a dark spot that wouldn’t go away and my forehead looked like a cheetah. When I tried buying cheap products to lighten them, one burned my face and left dark patches all over, and that took over a decade of expensive treatments and products to fade.

As for my preferences, I was odd in that, I wouldn’t crush on someone I didn’t know and looks didn’t do anything for me. I thought everyone looked average and didn’t understand why some girls thought a guy was cute or hot. The guys I crushed on was friends or classmates that I was cool with, and I was brave enough to ask them out, but they rejected me as they didn’t see me that way. I thought that perhaps, it was because I was too boyish or intimidating (I was able to take down every guy in arm wrestling in Grade 9, and beat most of them in push ups/sit ups, I’m not even exaggerating), so I did soften up a bit. I did ‘date’ 3 guys who confessed to me, but it was very short lived since they barely talked or tried to know me, and one took ages to reply to me, so what was the point? By Grade 11, I realized, I don’t even really want kids, and also didn’t want to end up in a failed marriage like the many women around me…honestly, all I ever wanted was my own room, so I didn’t see the point. As I said, I just wanted peace and quiet. So at that point, I said I won’t get married. Many people doubted me and said I’d change my mind, I held to it. 

So back to the young adult me, I was feeling a little more lonely because my friends weren’t as available to talk to, especially when they had their own significant others. I invested a lot in my friendships, but clearly I wasn’t a priority, so I did desire having a guy that was essentially mine, a true best friend who I could do life with. I was never one to go to clubs or bars, so I tried online dating. I would write a lot on my profiles like my interests, my faith, what I was looking for, and what I could do for them. I didn’t know it then as I was just trying to make an open and honest pitch, but I was reeking of desperation and insecurity. I assumed that the guys who didn’t see themselves as a match would just skip over me, but you’d be surprised. I would still screen the guys well though, avoiding guys who only cared about my looks and never brought up anything on my profile, and still talking to people for weeks before even trying to meet them. In this time, I would usually trauma dump and share a whole lot of personal information because I really wanted them to understand where I was coming from and what I needed in a relationship. I know now how foolish that was, but I really just wanted to speed up the process and see if we’re compatible or not. Why waste 6 months sitting on the surface, just to find out an obviously deal breaker then? I also didn’t understand that ‘seeing someone’ ‘dating’ and ‘being in a relationship’ were different steps as I still had a high school mindset: If you both liked each other, you’d become ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’. 

Anyways, I did date and meet a handful of guys, and I was quick to realize it wouldn’t work. A lot of them were quick to kiss or touch me, which made me kinda queasy. Additionally, I tend to fawn or freeze because I was scared of what would happen if I upset them, cause they may physically abuse me like my brother did, but after I got home, I would text them and say I didn’t want to see them anymore, and they usually didn’t care or fight for me. Why didn’t guys just want to get to know me and take me on cute dates? I didn’t mind dating a broke guy since I was broke too, but it was amazing how many would go for a kiss and then try to take things further even though they had yet to do a single thing for me. Guess it was obvious to them that I was easy as I was a people pleaser and anxiously attached, but I really didn’t feel comfortable, and it was sad that ever guy seemed to only want me for my body. What I wanted was a deeper connection, a real friend…but if they couldn’t even text me regularly, and couldn’t even be bothered with romantic gestures, what was the point? It also didn’t help that a lot of them had mental illnesses such as depression, and while I had a hero complex and was eager to be the one who could make them happy by being such an amazing girlfriend…it became clear that I didn’t have the power to help in that regard, and that only made me feel more sad and insecure.  

And then, the worst of the worst guy came around. He was a red flag from the beginning, but I was dumb! He had a Kpop-looking guy as his profile pic, but I swiped ‘no’ on him. As I said, looks don’t do anything for me, but I also figured Asian guys wouldn’t be interested in black girls, even though I was open and into them. The same night, he messaged me first, and we kinda hit it off. He actually thought I was very beautiful and was interested. He then admitted it’s not his real face or height, and showed me his real face, but I didn’t care nor mind. He said this was a test and other girls would disappear once he revealed himself, but I passed, and he seemed to be really taken with me, even claiming I was the one and he wanted to marry me and such. It made me feel really special and a little proud since I wasn’t as shallow as other girls…but I also didn’t know anything about narcissists until way after this, and I didn’t even realize he loved bombed me until I wrote this. After a couple more weeks of talking, him showering me with compliments and talking about the future with me, he suggested that we have sex the day we met. I still wanted to keep my virginity until marriage, but he claimed to be a virgin too, and manipulated me into promising…and sadly, I’m a girl of my word.

After we did it and he dropped me home, I was so broken about it and I tried to share my feelings with him, and he ended up doing a full 180, becoming verbally abusive. ‘It was then that she knew, she f$*#ed up’. I figured this was my punishment for being disobedient. He would choose the dates and make me pay not only for that, but the gas to take us there. As a picky eater, I was fine with McDonalds, but he wanted ‘good food’ at restaurants and buffets. Maybe a couple dates later, he even admitted I wasn’t his first, and I found out he was a compulsive liar in many regards, but he was also very secretive. He’d make me hold his wallet, but if I had to use the washroom, he’d make sure to take it back. I told my mom, and she made a ploy for me to get my money back and to end it, and while he did bring the money, he went on his knees begging me to stay with him, so I though he actually had feelings with me and gave him a second chance. This made things worse moving forward, as he would make me travel somewhere closer to him, like Pacific Mall in Markham, to be picked up. Now, I liked that mall, but the thing is, he didn’t have a cell phone plan and could only talk to me when he’d have Wi-Fi. He’d say to meet him at a place at 2, I’ll be waiting until 4 and then get up to use the washroom, and only then did he claim to pass by, but he left, and now I have to meet him somewhere else in the next half an hour or he’s gone. I kid you not, I once hitchhiked a ride because this was outside TTC territory and I couldn’t walk to that location in time. Additionally, he would mock me and make racist jokes, and later stood me up for my birthday and college graduation. All of this within the 2 months I was with him.  

I was at rock bottom and my self confidence was at it’s lowest. I always figured my first would be my one and only, so I stuck around, still trying to make it work….until a family friend raped me. He dropped my mom and my sister at the park, then came back and did the deed. My brother was in his room, but he wasn’t someone I would ever feel comfortable calling for help, especially in this regard. I was also just so depressed that I really didn’t care what happened to me at that point. But at least now, my boyfriend wasn’t my only one, so it became easier to leave that relationship. Afterwards, I still dated a bit more, and thankfully had at least a couple decent relationships, even though they too expected sex early on. And even after, I was raped by a guy I thought I could trust, a really shy and quiet kid that I knew since Grade 1, though we only became real friends near the end of high school. It’s honestly scary what guys would try when you’re alone with them, but I won’t make those kind of mistakes again. Either way, I didn’t care to date or focus on guys anymore. I got to see what dating and being with a guy was like, and my curiosity was satisfied, so I was ready to move on and really focus on myself and my future.

My family struggled a lot financially, so much so, that the cable and internet got cut off by the end of high school, my phone was being cut off every so often since my mom fell behind on the bill, and we were getting eviction notices regularly as well. Even though I wasn’t working, my mom would borrow from my student funds or credit card to catch up since my brother didn’t care to assist. Thus, after my first year of University, I switched to college for a shorter program so I could find a job sooner and start helping out.

Around 2017, after switching jobs a few times to get something better paying, and then paying off my student loans and debts, I had an epiphany of sorts. I was quite financially anxious and it’s easy to only think and care about working for security, but I didn’t want to live with regrets nor only work for retirement. If I were to get in an accident and lose my limbs, or end up with cancer and be bedridden, I would hate myself for not doing what I really wanted to do while I had the chance. So many older adults have regrets because they sacrificed their dreams for kids or because money was tight, but I didn’t want to be like them.

At that time, I only had 3 dreams: get my own place, go to Japan, and play with a band on stage. Out of the 3, Japan seemed the most in reach. I haven’t gone on a vacation since I started working, and I had saved up enough, but I developed a fear of planes (went on them as a kid to my parents country, but watched too much Discovery Mayday), and I knew Japan was expecting another big earthquake or tsunami, so I’d hate to be there when that happens…but I also knew I’d be very envious and bitter when I’d hear about others who went. I asked my friends who also wanted to go if they would be able to within the next year or two, but no one was able to, so I decided to go alone. My mom was against it for a while, but I could speak the basic language, and I was comfortable with transit systems, and could even tell her every where I’d stay the night in advance, so she eventually gave me permission and I went that same year. While I was terrified and honestly believed I could die on that trip (ask my friends, I was saying my goodbyes haha), God brought me back safely. 

Afterwards, I gained so much courage to pursue and do other things on my own. I ended up taking a leap of faith and got into my true childhood dream job which also allowed me to work from home. I also did a couple other solo trips (Halifax on east coast, then Yellowknife up north to see the Aurora), and did a variety of old and new activities that I haven’t done in a while like karaoke, ice skating, archery, parkour, indoor skydiving, hang gliding, escape rooms, went to Canada’s Wonderland etc. I never cared much for concerts, but I said I would love to see my favourite band, One OK Rock, at least once. I missed them in previous years, but once I heard they were coming in 2019, I made sure to get tickets right away. And while I tried to make dance groups in the past, it never went anywhere, but I got to be on stage with another group that year as well. When the pandemic came around, it didn’t slow me down. I used the extra time to learn guitar seriously and start recruiting bandmates for when things opened again. And while my job wasn’t stable at that time, my family was driving me crazy, so I took the risk and moved out by September 2020 as well. Since me, my sister, and my cousin were sharing a room, and my mom didn’t want my sister and cousin alone, she told him to go with me, and that worked out for the best. 

All in all, nothing and no one was going to get in the way of the life I wanted. I already sacrificed so much for others, and wasted time dating guys who only crushed my spirit, but I wasn’t going to grow up and be miserable or resentful. I had the power to create the future I wanted to be most happy, and nothing and no one was going to get in the way of that. 

Nostalgia Karaoke with Friend Toronto
Nostalgia and Friends at Fuwa Fuwa Pancakes Toronto Opening
Nostalgia at One OK Rock Concert Toronto 2019
Black girl posing on Segway in Halifax Nova Scotia
Northern Lights Yellowknife Northwest Territories
Chromatic Dreamers First Rehearsal Square
Nostalgia Selfie in Rehearsal Studio Band Practice
Toronto Harajuku Dance Team Uniform Practice

Running Back To God & Being Born Again

Now, while I was avoiding God and living my own life, I never left the faith. Afterall, my foundation was too strong for me to deny or leave God. I would still read my bible here and there, still tried to keep the law, and would still share the faith and defend God/Christianity to other people. God really is so merciful though. While I was clearly quite distracted with the world and He wasn’t a priority in my life, He still looked over me and blessed my pursuits. There were times I’d pray for forgiveness, especially after fornicating, but I would be honest with Him and say I’ll probably do it again as I was so desperate for love and attention. Despite not feeling good enough for God and being too occupied for Him,, I never felt like He truly abandoned or given up on me. As for turning back to Him wholeheartedly, there is one undeniable pivotal moment:

In May 2021, I was offered a job at a bigger and better agency in my dream field; however, I was hired to fill in for a lady on maternity leave. While they were hoping work would go back to pre-pandemic numbers and they could keep both of us, there just wasn’t that much work, and by May 2022, I knew my days were numbered. The photographer I worked with talked about investing with someone, and I fell for the scam before realizing his account was hacked, stressing me out even more. I did take up other part-time jobs since me and the lady were splitting the work, but it was very stressful trying to balance them since my main job was online and unpredictable, sometimes urgent, while the part-time job I took was an in-person reception job that required my full attention. I was even trying to get extra money replying to messages for a tutor for commission. So not long after, I put in my 2 weeks for the reception job.  But on the very last day of that job, my main job called and said they had to let me go…and then I was just too sad and depressed to handle the commission one and asked for a break. Not like I made much money from that anyways. As ambitious as I was, and while I usually rush with another plan, I was just exhausted. I was working extra hard since moving out to create side businesses or other sources of income since moving out in 2020, but nothing seemed to work. My cousin’s job situation was always unstable and he often relied on me, especially with his own car bills and debts. I couldn’t find another job in the same field because I signed a non-compete clause, but I also didn’t want to go back to retail or reception…..so at this point, I was defeated. I just told God “I’m tired, you deal with this”, applied for EI (employee insurance in Canada), and left it alone. Perhaps a job I previously applied to would reach out or something *shurg*.

My anime band (which this website was initially created for) was about to have our first gig that summer, a dream that I had since I was 13, and my first band attempt was back in 2014. Thus, I wasn’t going to let anything distract me or put me in a bad mood when I was finally so close to crossing this last thing off my bucket list, As the leader, I also didn’t want to worry or discourage my bandmates. 3 weeks after losing my job, before our first gig even happened, my main job called me saying the lady took a job elsewhere, and thus if I’m still available, I can start right away and it’s my job permanently. I was shocked. Totally happy and relieved, but shocked! While I was hoping to get my job back, who knows if or when there would get enough work to hire me as well. Even today in October 2026, there’s still only enough work for one person. It could only be God, and I thanked Him for coming through for me despite my sin and rebellion. While it sparked something in my heart, I was still occupied with the world for at least a few more months…

After the band project was over, the singer and I kept talking. We met through mutual friends way before the pandemic, but only got closer through the band. Around October/November 2022, she shared with me that she was ‘spiritual’. I didn’t really know what that meant, so she shared that she was interested in tarot cards and readings, and she sometimes hears or feels spirits and such. Being Latino, she proudly embraced their superstitious nature. Now, I watched shows like Criss Angel (Magician) and Long Island Medium ages ago, and while part of me felt it was unexplainable and that the emotions from witnesses were genuine, others would say it was just magic tricks and actors. I didn’t have a computer or internet to look into it back then, but now I could, so I did some research.

I was aware the bible spoke against things like magic and divination, but I never considered or conceived that they had any real power….until now. I learned that mediums are actually in touch with demons, and demons could pass on private information since they monitor people. Since demons have existed since before humans were created, they could easily tell you something about your childhood, intimate moments with loved ones, and even the secrets or memories you haven’t shared with anyone. It is also possible for demons to appear as someone you know to the medium or individual to deceive them and make them listen and trust them. Witches could cast spells and demons would cause real things to happen like adultery, miscarriages, and car accidents. This was a huge wake up call for me and I instantly started to see the world in a different light. I already knew the signs of the end since I read the bible, but I was living ignorantly in my own bubble pursuing my dreams all this time.

But there was another thing that also opened my eyes around the same time. I was regularly in touch with a certain host who is known to have a creepy-kawaii aesthetic. I first met her as the guitarist in my first band attempt invited me to his gig at one of her events and he introduced us there. In 2019, I saw she was hosting another Japanese music event and asked if I could dance. I previously uploaded some solo covers as my groups never worked out, but I wasn’t a known star in anyway, so she had me as a guest dancer in her own group. The host was gone for a couple weeks when we first started rehearsing together, but I got along with the other girls and often led in teaching the dances. When the host came back, I had a lot of questions and suggestions, but she said ‘no’ to most things and we all had to just do or wear what she wanted. I humbled myself and just followed her lead. After all, while I prefer a more democratic approach, my bands and dance groups didn’t work out before that point, so perhaps I could learn from her. There were a few times we were heading home together and I tried to get to know more about her, but she was quite private and would outright say ‘she didn’t want to talk about it’, and I took it as a personal rejection, like she didn’t trust me and didn’t care to be close to me. There were times during rehearsal where I’d randomly take pictures and the other girls would run into it or pose, but she would stand off to the side looking pretty strict, so I honestly thought she just didn’t like me much and everything I did or said was a problem ^.^”. All in all, though we only had about 4-5 weeks to prepare, we danced well and the event went just fine. The following night, we got the photos, and me and another dancer was laughing and creating scenarios with them. I shared the story we created with the rest of the group, but the host didn’t find it funny, along with another girl who was a bit of a diva. I got defensive and stopped talking to all of them. Not like most of them bothered talking to me much outside of rehearsal anyways. 

After the pandemic and moving out, I learned a lot about my own toxic traits from my cousin. As I started to reflect more on my past relationships, I realized I probably really did hurt the host and I didn’t even notice or care, so I reached out to her and apologized. She was touched and shared her side of things. She would make jokes and say things to cope with her mental health, thus me making the joke was triggering to her, and I totally understood. Additionally, she did like me but she thought I didn’t like her. She usually feels left out of groups, and she felt that way when I didn’t ask her to be in pictures. Regarding her secrecy, she was used to people using her just to get on stage or get more followers, and has has also experienced being backstabbed or having people spread false rumors about her as well. That, along with the financial deficit she’d usually face when hosting these events was why she stopped hosting them completely. But yeah, we had a heart to heart, and we ended up becoming decent friends. We’d talk on the phone here and there, and even went to hang out at a mall while lockdowns around that time. In 2022, she invited me to her birthday party at the bar/venue she currently worked at, and it was nice getting to see some of the other girls again. A few months after that, she decided to host her first J-music event since. I was looking long and hard for an actual stage for my full band to perform but didn’t have any luck. I promised them a stage, and I really didn’t want to drag it on for another year since I had to nag the guys so much to practice. Thus, I simply asked if my band could perform, and she said ‘of course!’ ;_____; I was super duper thankful she was able to make my dream come true. 

Not long after the gig, she hosted a few more events, mostly spooky themed things, which I personally wasn’t interested in, but I came out to support her, helping her buy some last minute things for the spooky market, being a guest at the Halloween maid cafe, and then accepting the request to handle the door at her spooky Christmas maid cafe. 
Now, I didn’t grow up celebrating Halloween, but since the anime community is full of cosplayers, I figured people just dressed up to have fun, no big deal. But now that my eyes were a little more opened to the spiritual world, things at her events were a little more sus. 

For example, the decor which was full of blood, ghosts and death. One maid was actually trans/crossdressing, another maid had a tarot card tattooed on her leg, and the host’s music which she performed talked about people worshipping her and portrays murder. She had a drag queen come to perform (it was announced after I agreed to help, unfortunately), and people were all for it. There was a time she needed me to handle the music, so she gave me the password to her phone, and it was the mark of the beast (and she already knew I’d judge her when she told me it as she knew I was Christian). So all this time, I was thinking to myself, ‘I probably shouldn’t be here’. But the finally blow was after karaoke. They still had the white screen down, but started playing their background music again, so I saw that it was a band that used the Baphomet (Satan symbol) as their album cover. At that point, I was like, ‘I definitely shouldn’t be here’.

A few days after, I did message her and shared my heart honestly with her, expressing that I don’t think I would come to future events, and how I learned about the demonic and trying to stay away from certain things and such. She was completely understanding as she knew where I was coming from, and was always worried about my feelings in that regard, considering she also grew up in the church. But here’s the thing…she didn’t deny anything. She could have said I’m over thinking it, they’re just playing around, it’s just costumes, her music is a joke or just part of her alter ego….but she didn’t excuse anything. I’m telling you, people in certain circles know exactly what they’re doing. She is a really sweet girl and I have nothing against her, she didn’t do anything to me physically or spiritually. She also didn’t try to hide anything and is very open in that regard, I was just ignorant, but that is a lesson in itself. The demonic isn’t always obvious, and usually the nicest people could very well have some dark spirits behind them. Having had quite a few LGBT friends in the past, I can honestly say they are some of the kindest and most accepting people out there. And it makes sense since a lot of them were mocked and rejected, so they wouldn’t want to make others feel that way. That doesn’t excuse their sin, but I wished the church realized their community has more allies because the church has hurt so many people by being cruel and closed to anyone who is different or openly a sinner. Our God is the most loving and His arms are open to anyone who comes to Him, so we should reflect Him. The church is a place for the sinner, the broken, the sick, but we expect people to look and act righteous before we allow them in. 

Anyways, around this point, I just wanted to run back to God. As I looked at the news, it was clear this was the last hour, but I didn’t feel ready at all for Jesus’s return. I also realized how many potential encounters I had with people who may very well be messing with the demonic and the occult but I was blind to it all. I thanked God that He kept me safe despite my ignorance, and especially when I was committing sins like fornication that could have opened doors, but I was done messing around. As I continued to look back, I was crying over all the guys who used and abused me, and how desperate I was to truly feel loved and wanted, and I could tell God’s arms were wide open for me to come back. He always loved me and was pursuing me all this time.

From there, I was hoping we could, ya know, continue where we left off….Back when I was in high school, still pure, still good. While I did have a prodigal season, I still kept the law, no? I mean, I kept the Sabbath! Well, I broke it quite a few times getting caught up in work and this and that….but like, I kept the other commandments! Well, guess I also stole some stationery from work, more than a couple times, but but…I’m still better than the average person? Actually naw. Not only did I know better, but I did worse than some people may have ever done. And most of all, the first commandment is to love God above all else, but I clearly loved people, my dreams, and many other things over Him. He wasn’t on my mind most of the time. As much as I tried to justify myself or appear righteous, I just couldn’t. And before I knew it, the realization that if I were to have died today or any day in the past, I truly would have deserved eternity in hell. I cried and cried in my bed at the thought, but it was true. I’m not a good person. All this time I thought I was, but I was actually trash. I’ve broken all the laws and I have no excuse. I was starting to even feel hopeless…but then, Jesus came to mind. Jesus died on the cross for all my sins, right? Finally, the gospel clicked in not just my head, but my heart, and I decided to ask Jesus to save me, and I put all my faith and hope in Him for my salvation before falling asleep. 

When I woke up, I knew I was born again. It felt like my mind was wiped and I had a deep spiritual hunger. Now, I still had the same mind, but on a usual day, I would be playing Japanese music from the second I wake up until I went to bed, but I just wanted silence. The appeal was gone. I will also admit I had a very dirty mind and regularly watched c0rn, but my naughty fantasies were instantly gone. The hunger inside me craved the things of God, and I instantly started re-reading my bible, watched countless videos to correct my theology and understand Israel and prophesy, and read various other books to understand more about the character of God, His desire for humanity, and my role as a saint. At the same time, I was eager to share and preach to my friends, cause perhaps they were deceived or lacked certain truths like I did, but despite the open conversation I had with all of them, many of them got triggered or ghosted me the second I brought up Jesus. It was a big surprise, especially from my shyer friends, but it only made the bible feel more true. I tried reaching out to other colleagues who were Christian when I knew them, but they have left the faith since, either to return to a more sinful lifestyle, or because they desired freedom. Thus, I didn’t really have anyone to talk to about my faith and I was lonelier than I’ve ever been. 

Well, I at least still had one close friend, the singer. While she wasn’t too interested in converting, she would at least listen and support, and I appreciated that….but she also kept nudging me to make another band. I rejected the first couple months cause I was tired of leading, and I just wanted to focus on my newfound faith. But as she continued to nudge, I was reminded of how much I nudged her to be the singer of my band. She was quite depressed and gave up on her dreams, but she pushed herself for my sake. And now that she was quite enthusiastic about it, it didn’t feel fair for me to not return the favor, so we gave it one more round as a duet. There were a lot of songs we didn’t get to cover with the band since the guys took a year to barely learn a handful of songs, but we were able to learn 20+ songs in a month, and we recorded covers not long after. Since summer was coming up, I made some pitches and was able to get us a couple gigs as well.

But learning Jpop music takes a lot of time and energy. Not only do they have long and unique chord progressions and complex strumming patterns, but I was also singing backup vocals in a foreign language. I was a perfectionist, so I practiced for hours daily to ensure I could deliver the one time we get on stage. The thing is, with the Holy Spirit in me, I really didn’t enjoy the music like I used to. While it doesn’t promote sin as much as Western music does, it can be quite sad or depressing, full of anger, and even anti-god at times. Japan is a Buddhist/Shinto nation with only a 1-2% Christian population, and with their collective mindset, people often keep their feelings to themselves and fear sticking out, thus music is one of their greatest forms of expression. Regardless, I didn’t care to listen, let alone play or promote that music anymore, so I told God that after the festival, if He would let me have just that, I would never play guitar again, unless for Him.

The original band ended on a sour note due to betrayal, thus, I was so thankful God allowed me to have this second round and go on the biggest stage possible in our genre. Not to mention, my guitar skills grew a lot since I really had to master these complex chords for acoustic guitar instead of the power chords I got to use with a band. But now that the band project was officially done, and everything I ever wanted to do was crossed off my list, I was ready to seriously slow down and just focus on God, His kingdom and His mission. If He didn’t want me to play guitar again, I was fine with that. I was fine giving up anything and everything because I knew time here was short, and I didn’t want to be distracted with selfish ambitions anymore. I cut off any other unnecessary commitments and pointless hobbies, and actually started praying on my knees. I share more about what God has exposed and changed in me as He prunes and molds me later on this page.

Struggling To Find Church Community

As mentioned in the last section, once I was saved, I was eager to share with everyone, but pretty much all my friends ghosted me or got triggered, so I was quite alone. Very early in my born again journey, I did sign up for a Christian Help Chat thing just cause I was still eager to help and advise seekers and struggling Christians, but I noticed my own pride in my responses and took time off to reflect on myself and focus on prayer. After I was done with the festival in the band and read “The God Guarantee” by Jack Alexander, I consecrated myself and everything I had to God. I didn’t want to hold anything back from Him nor get distracted with worldly pursuits again. 

However, one thing I greatly desired and prayed for was Christian friends. I had no one to talk to about spiritual things, or at least no one who truly saw things the way did and was also passionately pursuing God, thus I was quite lonely. I also desired to find a church community because I thought a real biblical church that believed the gospel would be like the first generation Christians, people who greatly loved each other and really desired to be with one another daily and bare one another’s burdens….I’ll say now that I was foolish, and most churches weren’t too different compared to the one I grew up in, but it was worth checking them out as it ultimately led to my greatest transformation…

In May 2023, I said that for my birthday resolution, I’d start going to church again. I really wasn’t sure where to go concerning Sunday churches, and I already had Saturday blogged off as a Sabbath observer, so I decided to try the closest SDA church first. It wasn’t the one I grew up in, but one I visited here and there since it was the home church of a different cousin who lived in my building growing up (she, however, stopped attending church and moved out of the city). But do note that all SDA churches are connected and members regularly visit other SDA churches, so I was bound to run into people who knew me or my family. Now, just to get this straight, I was already that some SDA doctrine was off, but I didn’t know just how bad the doctrine was until I went back to one. I initially sat in the adults class for Sabbath school, but then checked out the young adult group. I remember in one of those classes, they were going around the circle talking about how we can prepare for Jesus’s return, and all anyone really had to say was to tell others and keep the law. No one really had anything personal or joyous to share when it came to serving God. 

Adding on, during this quarter, they were covering Revelation. If you didn’t know, Adventist churches have ‘quarterlies’ which are like study guides for the whole entire denomination. I didn’t get them much as a kid as my family showed up too late for Sabbath school, and even if I did get them, I usually didn’t read them, so I had no idea how much our founder’s teachers were interwoven through these guides. But also, since I studied a lot about Revelation and eschatology in my own time, I saw just how bad their doctrine was in this regard. Not only do they twist the ‘3 angels messages’ to include the Sabbath, but they have an unbiblical belief called the ‘investigative judgement’ which claims that after 1844 (the initial false prophesy of when Jesus would return), Jesus moved from once place to the next in the heavenly sanctuary/temple and is now judging the humans left on earth to see if they are good enough when He returns (aka, grace doesn’t apply anymore and we are still under the law).

But what really got me riled up and what led to my departure within 6 weeks was the bible studies. I joined the in-person mid-week one, and online Saturday evening one within my first couple weeks there. The first day at the in-person one, while I was nodding along initial, the leader then mentioned how hell was temporary (Annihilationism), and I’m like eh? Doesn’t the bible say it’s eternal? I quoted parts of what I could from memory, and he tried to use some verses to counter it, and I was trying to look up the verses I was thinking about. I had no idea Seventh-Day Adventists had this view on hell until this moment, and I didn’t know Annihilationism was a view at all. A pastor was in the group overseeing it, and he was actually excited about the discussion and encouraged it. I got to hear about some of their background, and the pastor said he was catholic, then went somewhere else and came here. A couple other guys also encouraged me afterwards to ask questions, so I’m like okay, at least people here are curious and open…or so I thought. 

The online group had more elders, and they were covering Thessalonnians. They loved having a young person there, and really enjoyed and agreed with my insights and interpretations….until 1 Thessalonians 4:17 came up. Others didn’t bring up the rapture…so I did, and a few of them spoke in unison ‘there is no secret rapture’. I asked, ‘who said it’s secret?’ The elder in charge tried to dispute it, but I brought up prophesy and the future earthly reign, but they didn’t believe in that. I’m like eh? The leader wanted to have a call with me one-on-one instead of wasting time, but others were actually interested in the rapture conversation. Since they were ahead of schedule, they said the last day would be on that topic. 

I ended up doing more research to see what they really believe and to gather verses ahead of time, but my mind was blown to just how distorted the denomination was. Adventists don’t believe in an earthly reign, but rather, we would reign from heaven during the millennium. In that time, we would go over God’s judgement books (as if He needs our second opinion), and Satan would roam on an empty, desolate earth to think about what He did. I was baffled because there are so many clear verses that state we will reign on the earth, that Satan will be bound up and later released, and how other nations will come to Jerusalem to know our God and later be deceived. And mind you, Adventists who love the law, clearly read and know the old testament quite a bit, so why were they falling for this? Well, the answer is simple: replacement theology.

What I’ve noticed is, once a church believes Israel no longer exists nor matters, they put themselves in their shoes, and thus would be here during the tribulation (Israel obviously won’t be raptured cause they have yet to accept Jesus, but God made an eternal covenant with Abraham and His seed, and He also promised someone from the bloodline of David would be on the throne forever. The reason why some Jews were trying to make Jesus king was because that’s what the messiah was destined to due based on prophesy. While Jesus did fulfill the prophecies regarding dying for our sins, God had yet to fulfill the prophecies about a king who would restore Israel, and they will finally live in the promised land safely. Christians have a different destiny though. We are Jesus’s bride and Jesus said He is going to prepare a place for us. When He passes by, He will take us there, we will have our heavenly bodies and be given our crowns and positions. Then when Jesus comes back to earth to rage war and rule the earth, we will be ruling alongside Him. When the bible talks about one faithful servant getting 5 cities and another 10 (Luke 19), I do believe He means that literally. All in all, I don’t fault churches for this view, especially if they were created before Israel was re-founded again in 1948. SDA was founded in 1844, so they had to interpret Revelation without Israel in the picture. Us, on the other hand, can interpret it more clearly because Israel is around and their enemies are all coming against them, which was also prophesized. 

Anyways, back to the bible study, the same pastor was part of the online group, but he was away that week for a conference. So I emailed him, sharing what happened, along with my document full of verses to dispute their beliefs. The pastor thought it was pretty good and said he’d pass it on. I expected the rapture bible study to be like before where we go over verses and discuss it, but the leader made a power point just to teach that it’s not real, and when he started mocking the idea, I brought up verses to dispute. It was clear he didn’t read my document, so I just shared it with everyone in the comment section since another lady didn’t like me cutting in and ‘wasting time’. All in all, I was wasting my time here. If they aren’t truly saved, or they have pride keeping them tied to SDA doctrine, then they’re not going to see or understand the truth. They added an extra day to cover the rest, but I already decided that would be my last day. As they allowed final comments at the end, I just read Romans 11:25- out loud for them, “For I would not, brethren, that ye should be ignorant of this mystery, lest ye should be wise in your own conceits; that blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in….”. Another thing that bothered me was when they would casually talk at the start and they were mocking other pastors and churches who just believe false doctrine, and I was thinking, ‘you guys do the exact same thing’. 

Thankfully, later that year, a couple of my friends heeded my preaching and warning. One was a friend I knew since high school and was like a sister since I helped her family quite a bit. She had a more radical transformation and I was so happy to find someone who loved Jesus as much as me, but she was always too busy to really reply to me. The other was an ex-coworker turned friend. She said she went to a Christian school and accepted the Holy Ghost during an assembly, but she would only pray and never read her bible, so she really didn’t know anything. I decided to start a bible study with both of them to at least catch them up with the basics. The first friend came once but missed the rest. The second came out and was enthusiastic about learning, but still didn’t take initiative to study on her own. In one my last lessons, she invited a missionary who approved of what I shared and also encouraged me in a personal chat. She also told me about the Bible Study Foundation, so I joined an online group and attended it for about a couple years. 

After recovering from the Adventist church incident, and learning about how God desires peace instead of striving among brethren, I started praying for God to find me a church since I really had no clue where to go. By January 2024, a couple churches reached out to me via Bandmix as they needed a guitarist. The pastor of one kept in touch, answered my questions, and was willing to set up a ride for me. I was informed that they really wanted to move to a morning service, but since they were borrowing musicians from another church, they were stuck in an afternoon slot, thus were really desperate for their own. I really wanted to help them, so I said I’d check them out. Well, I didn’t even get the chance as they put me on stage at my very first visit. I was not ready as they only gave me 1 out of 2 songs, and changed the key last minute, but I survived. This was a non-denominational (Pentecostal, tongue-speaking) church plant in Oakville, and I found out after my first visit that they were all Nigerian immigrants. They were a little cold at first, but as I said, I’m social and have no issues conversing with people.

Now, this church wasn’t too bad. I especially liked the fellowship aspect of it in that, everyone would stay after church for an hour or so before we closed down and got into our seperate rides. While I did love the focus on the gospel, the pastor was very seeker-sensitive, so the sermons were quite milky, often focused on life topics and encouragement. He also regularly pushed me to speak in tongues so I’d fit in, and even called me aside for a lesson and wouldn’t let me leave until I tried it. While I learned a lot about the church from gifts and started to see tongues in a different light, I just couldn’t find evidence that everyone had to speak in it, nor saw how it was useful or edifying to those who couldn’t understand it. When I’m personally praying, I prefer to just speak from my heart. He also really pushed and desired that I would get married, even though I said I wanted to stay single and be free to serve and minister to God, and he was all for female pastors and said maybe he’ll get me to be one one day as he saw my qualities, but I rejected as I didn’t believe women should lead or have authority over men (1 Timothy 2:12 KJV – I share more on this view and why I chose to stop leading below).

When it came to the others, most of the members were young adults, so I couldn’t relate much to them. I wanted to talk about the deeper things of God, but they wanted to talk about school, work, finding a husband etc. And as I said, they were all immigrants, so they’d regularly talk about Nigeria, but I had nothing to really say or input. All those things though, I could bare, and I did really like the members and the love they showed me. 

What made me leave this place was that the pastor wasn’t honest or transparent about me, and I didn’t feel he had the same views about the purity of worship. From the beginning, he told me he was borrowing musicians from other churches and that they were helping out, and that everyone there was a volunteer. When I first came, I was playing alongside a keyboardist and drummer who had no real joy about serving, and left quickly after service. I got the keyboardists number since he would be the only one I could really ask about how things were run there. Turned out, we had the same birthday which was cool, and he said he was interested in learning guitar and asked if I could teach him, even offering to give me a ride inside, all of which was fine. But after he told me he had a wife back home, he started talking about coming over and such, and that’s where I drew the line and said I wouldn’t want to risk or anything or deal with rumours and such, and he kinda hinted that he’s cool with that, so I rebuked and rejected him. Mind you, this was the same day we met, but that was the only day we really talked.

Around April, the keyboardist took a job in another province, and the drummer who got rides with him stopped coming, so I was left alone. For special occassions like Easter and their women’s conference, they would ‘borrow’ other musicians, but otherwise, I was running the fort alone. The singers didn’t mind, and said I was the best musician they played with (other musicians didn’t practice ahead of time, didn’t know the songs, but I was serious), but the pastor was still trying to find more members. One time, he brought in a middle eastern girl, and she was super enthusiastic about serving. She didn’t know the songs, so I taught her the chords and we played well. After service, her mom who also came told us they were Muslim, but I assumed the girl secretly wanted to be Christian. Like, why else would she want to serve there, right? Me and her did exchange info, and while she was excited to come back, she said she had to wait until the pastor told her. I encouraged her to still come as they were desperate, and I didn’t see why the pastor would stop a willing musician. I told her the songs so she wouldn’t be caught off guard like I was. When I told the singer that, she got mad at me, saying that’s for her to do, and I didn’t see what the big deal was. Anyways, the keyboardist told me she got paid $70, and the pastor ultimately told her he didn’t want her. I was heartbroken to know she only came for the money. I also rebuked the pastor because ‘all worshippers must worship in spirit and in truth’. 

So during this time, I only took one week off and the pastor made me feel so bad about it, even though I was resting just to spend time with God. Around October, I was feeling a bit emotional about other drama that happened at that church, and also annoyed cause the keyboardist they brought in didn’t know the songs and would play some really weird chords that would throw everyone off, and I had to work extra hard to get everyone on track. After ranting to my cousin for hours, I just decided to stay home. It was their thanksgiving service though, so they actually had more guests and visitors that day.

Afterwards, the singer called me to share how bad that day was and how I was right about the keyboardist not knowing the songs. Through this conversation though, she shared that every single musicians, besides myself, was being paid. My heart sank. I didn’t care about being paid, I never ever brought it up, but the fact that they intentionally tried to keep it a secret from me was hurtful. I was talking to these other musicians thinking they were willing servants like myself, but they were only there for the money. And to think my own tithes and offering was going towards these people who couldn’t even be bothered to practice ahead of time, nor tried very hard for the Lord also made me a bit angry. I confronted the pastor cause he was saying they’re struggling and desperate, and I gave a generous donation even though I was struggling so they could fund their own place, just for them to waste money on these people. I told him before that it’s okay to be satisfied with me until they found more members who could play, but even they would say that Nigerians are big about their image. He wanted the full band and even stopped live streaming the worship portion when we didn’t have one. During that discussion, he offered to pay me too, but I told him no, and ended up asking for a break as I was burnt out and annoyed. 

I was still planning to come the following service since I liked church. I was a registered member and thought I had a family there, the little girls also really loved seeing me and getting hugs from me since I was the only one who really paid them any mind. Unfortunately, the pastor told my ride not to pick me up just before he got to my place, and the guy listened and drove away. I called him saying to still pick me up, but he refused. I didn’t know this was a cult where people couldn’t think or decide for themselves, but okay, whatever. The pastor said he would drop off my stuff, and when I said I was planning to come, he said he would order me an Uber, but I didn’t trust that…he could easily send it somewhere else. All in all, it was clear he just didn’t want me there, so I said I won’t go back. My cousin took me there to grab my stuff, drop off my gift for a girl in my ride who was having her baby shower that day, and we went back home. I sent a message in a group chat saying my goodbyes and left it at that. Only one girl messaged me for the tea, but no one else really care to check in, and that really broke my heart. 

I do appreciate the pastor and his wife for at least giving me my tithes and donations back without me asking them. (They only accepted e-transfer for offerings, so they knew what I gave). But also, I’m thankful that happened when it did as the weekly classes that I assumed were Sunday school or just going over their doctrines was actually training to be a leader there, and I was about to have my oral test. The pastor also signed me up without permission to be a volunteer for some mental health organization and that was about to start as well. I was already burned out from not just playing, but setting up and down venues, going out with them to evangelize and invite people, super early morning prayer meetings, and doing other things like rebuilding their website and such….just to be disposed of the one time I ask for a break.

Either way, that whole event gave me time to reflect on myself. Why do I try so hard to please? Why do I go above and beyond what people ask and then end up with so many expectations? I also found myself looking down on people who could just sit down and chat while others are around them doing so much work, and I would even feel a bit of resentment and bitterness. Why do I always have this anxiety to do something and help out? Why did I feel like I was only liked or wanted around when I was useful and that my presence wasn’t desired? All that allowed me to realize my own childhood wounds, and how my people pleasing was tied to an anxious attachment style. And from there, God started teaching me that He loves me for me, and that even if I did nothing for Him, He would still love me the same. From there, I started to sit back and not be so eager to volunteer or do things, or to get gifts and such when my presence should be enough for someone who really does love me, but it is still a lesson I am digesting today.   

Trying One MOre Time... (& My Deep Awakening)

When 2025 came around, I recovered and learned from the situation enough, so I asked God seriously to find me a church. I realized I jumped the gun and assumed the last church was for me, mainly because I thought He wanted me to use my gift for Him, but I wasn’t going to rush like last time. I told God that I won’t move or do any research or anything this time around. One Saturday, about 3 weeks after that prayer, I heard a knock at my door. I was surprised to hear it was a Baptist church, but also interested as I felt most aligned to them doctrinally.  It was the pastor and his wife. They asked if I was saved and knew the gospel, and my answers satisfied them. They asked if I believe OSAS, I said I did initially, but I was hearing videos that countered it saying we could lose our faith or forfeit our salvation, so I wasn’t too sure, and the pastor spoke passionately and seriously about Jesus holding to His sheep and that humans are not stronger than Him and so on, which was encouraging. They invited me to their church and after taking a peek online, I just prayed to God for  confirmation. Should I go tomorrow, or next week? Should I go at all? That night, I had a prophetic dream about going to the church, and went the following day. 

It was a very small church on the 3rd floor of a building that was falling apart. They only sang hymns to a piano recording, and the wife would play violin over the melody, which was homely. The sermon was about fellowship, and the pastor brought up verses on how we miss out when we’re not together (ie Thomas not being there for Jesus’s first appearance), and how he didn’t care to hang with his old friends because he couldn’t relate to them anymore and such, which I totally connected with. After service, another lady came to me first and asked if I could sing, and the wife came in right after also asking about it. I said I’m more of a musician, but I’m just trying to find a church and community at the moment. The wife said I should use my gifts for God, and ever visit after that (I immediately started coming for mid-week bible study), she kept nudging me to ask the pastor about serving. I still held off for a month to see if it was the right church for me, and the pastor still told me to wait a bit unless I really felt called. Within my first month or so there, a member with the only toddler there, said they were throwing a party and everyone was invited, so I went as I was excited to get to know other members better. 

Now, I mentioned that my dream was prophetic and that’s because a lot of things happened just as my dream went. For example, my dream was about my first visit and I started helping naturally, and by the end, a lady also asked me about serving. There were other things that I couldn’t have known or predicted otherwise. For example, in the dream, no one sat in the front row. While I initially sat in the middle, when I got up to help hand out stuff, someone took my seat, and since every other seat was taken, I ended up at the very front. The pastor made a comment saying ‘no one likes the front seats because they are harder’. In real life, no one really cared for the front row either unless seats were taken. By my second visit, I regularly sat in the second row by the window beside the other lady who talked to me. When I started serving, I would be standing at the very front as we’d jump right into congregational singing, but I still went back to my seat for about a month. Then one day, other guests came, so the lady moved to my seat and she put my stuff in the front. Since then, I just ended up sitting there as it would be easier to get into position anyways. I didn’t mind the front at all, but it was quite lonely. Even when the pastor or wife would sit down for a moment, they would never take the seat beside me. (On that note, no one really hugs here. I get no contact between genders, but the ladies didn’t hug, probably a Filipino thing which most/all of them were, but I initiated more with newer guests who were of other backgrounds). Anyways, maybe a bit after that, the pastor was talking to some other guys about how people prefer the back seats as they are more comfortable and have thicker padding. I didn’t even notice, but I brought up my dream cause it was just another confirmation that my dream was something from God. 

So yeah, since my first visit, I was getting rides with the pastor and wife, and started coming out to the mid-week bible study right away as well. I was between their home and the church, so it wasn’t much of a detour, and I got to save on bus fare and waiting out in the cold. After watching a couple times, I started helping the wife to set up. The pastor would sit in his car either eating or praying or something, and wouldn’t come up until like 5 minutes before service, so the wife was really doing everything alone. And while she was eager and happy to, I know what it’s like to bare that burden, so I wanted to help. It’s not like I had anything else to do since we came like 30 minutes early. Since I played the violin/viola in school, I was even able to set that up for the wife, and that gave her a bit more time to practice and also socialize after, and when the last member left, we were pretty much ready to leave as well. When they’d have communion, I was able to break the bread and fill the cups while she practiced as well.

So all the above was fine and well, no issues at all. But now I’ll talk things that felt a bit off at first, but I didn’t realize how deep the issue was until the following year. Probably by my second or third visit, the wife asked if I had skirts. I didn’t since nothing from high school fit anymore, and everyone wore pants at the last church. I thought she was just curious, but every visit after that, she’d ask if I got skirts yet, when they’ll be arriving and such. She donated some tops for me but didn’t have skirts my size. While I was already struggling financially, I bought them just to appease her. And mind you, it was winter, so I also had to order warm tights to wear under them….but I wanted to be obedient to the command to ‘treat the older women like mothers’ (1 Timothy 5:2). But the thing is, when future guests came and became members, they didn’t have that same expectation or pressure. One lady, the mother of my closest friend there, told me she was happy she could wear pants here as she’s more comfortable in them, compared to their last church where she was forced to wear pants, and I said I didn’t get that memo. 

When I was finally ready to serve, the wife first asked if I could play guitar while she sings for special service, and that was fine. When I came for rehearsal, the other lady popped up, and they set up their laptop to talk to the lady’s cousin in the Philippines who is a music teacher, and somehow I got pulled into singing a trio as well. I really don’t like to sing. I did choir way back in my school days, but I retired from singing, but the wife pushed me to. I have a limited alto voice and it strains to sing as high as they do for choir songs, but she’d still push and say all things are possible with God. The wife was known to be a bit pitch, and she really can’t keep her note if she’s doing harmonies or singing with someone else, so the other lady often asked to do duets with me, and we had a few songs that really touched the audience. Speaking of skirts, the other lady brought me a dress at rehearsal and really wanted me to wear it for our performance that Sunday, so I did. Once the wife picked me up, she was nitpicking, and saying it’s see through and asking if I had a half-slip and such, but yeah, I couldn’t wear that address again. Other dresses to short and such, so it was very hard to please her. In the end, I just wore the same 5 or so tops and skirts while I was there. I really couldn’t afford more, nor would I try to wear something new each week just to impress people. I did not care.

Now, when it came to congregational songs, I realized guitar doesn’t really suit hymns, so I dusted off my ocarina, learned to read music fluently and played that instead. I actually thought me and the wife would take turns playing since we’re playing the same thing, and I wanted to give her a break since she was involved in everything, but we actually always played together. I asked early on if I could take a week off each month, just to rest and enjoy worship, avoid burnout like last time, but she said ‘no’ and that I should be faithful. If I knew that was the condition, I probably wouldn’t have agreed so soon, but it was whatever, more practice for me. When the wife started pushing other members to join choir, I at least gave them the warning that once you start, she won’t let you take breaks, so think about it seriously first. 

Outside of the church, they were very big on ‘soul winning’. Well, maybe not ‘they’ as only the pastor, wife, and 1-3 others would go out every Saturday to do so. The pastor would also regularly push and encourage us to do that along with memorizing scripture, so I’m sure some of us felt convicted. Mind you, I was still taking a break when I noticed my pride doing the online Christian chat thing, but it’s been a couple years since then. I still asked God for a sign to see if I was ready, and they shared how their home church was having a soul winning rally in a few weeks so I went along. They gave some useful tips and verses, and we all went out the same day to practice around the neighbourhood. That gave me confidence, but I still did more research and created my own bookmarks and cheat sheets so I could find the verses I wanted when needed.

I went out for about 3 Saturdays back-to-back, but I noticed just how exhausted I was as I wasn’t in the best shape, and Saturday was always my day of rest. I also still had to go home and prepare/practice for the following day, and then I would be quite exhausted for the work week ahead, so I did step back in that regard. I do respect the wife for being so dedicated though. The pastor had a full time job so he only went on Saturdays, but the wife who only worked part time was often out and about multiple times a week, often by herself. I still came now and then on Saturdays, but not regularly or consistently. When the weather was nice, the wife would go to the park across the street from where I lived after church on Sundays, and I was definitely more willing to go along with that. Being quite the home bug, it was also nice walking around and getting some fresh air. 

During this time, I did notice my pride coming up as well. While I wouldn’t argue or get frustrated like I did before, I would leave the interaction with a desire to boast if I made a good argument defending the faith, or felt our discussion really touched and persuaded them. I was used to sharing my life stories and moments with my friends, but I guess this was a bit more intimate, and it shouldn’t be about me at all. When I listened to pastor’s old 6-part series on soul winning, he brought up that he started as a silent partner, and that you’re still making a difference by just being there, as you can support your partner (Ecclesiastes 4:10 – For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up) and pray during the interaction that their hearts would be open to the gospel, so I started doing that most of the time. As much as I may want to jump in and say something smart, it was humbling to just observe and trust that God is working regardless of who is talking. To think or assume I could do better was prideful in itself. One day, when the wife and I was soul winning (I’d always go with her cause I guess we were the only girls, and guess they didn’t want to partner me with a guy or something) she mentioned wanting to have a picnic or something, and I said why not? She didn’t want to bother the pastor, and said I could ask him about it, so I did, and he was okay with it. I then assisted in researching on how to reserve a spot and organizing trivia games for the group.

All in all, we were a tag team for sure, and we spent a lot of time together and at the church thanks to setting up, playing instruments, choir rehearsals, soul winning, and going to other churches and places together. I had a flexible work schedule, so if she ever wanted help with setting up something, she knew she could call me to come out and assist. And despite what I’m going to say below, don’t think I hate her or that she’s a terrible person or anything. She did genuinely care about me, would get me gifts for my birthday along with other little things she thought I could use, always offering food and snacks etc. She would also give me useful advise and counsel. One time after practice, I was quite stressed and burdened financially, so I shared how I don’t know how long we could stay at his apartment and that if I moved, I don’t know if I would be able to come here anymore, even though I really loved my church family. She was the one who charged and encouraged me not to help my mom financially anymore, and how I can only help one household, so it was helpful hearing that from a Christian elder. I did really try to love and honor her as a mother of sorts, and to be obedient for the most part, but that was part of the issue as you’ll see below.

So why did I leave this place? While I felt at peace for the most part, let’s just say, the pharisee spirit started to become more noticeable and I started to become more grieved. The first sign was when an Indian girl started to visit. She was an international student and new to the faith. She lived downtown, but worked at the pastor’s building as a conceirge, thus how they met. Despite her location, she still did her best to come every service, and even started to go soul winning with the wife pretty early on. Now, as we were chatting after service, the wife asked about her nose ring. She shared how it was a gift from her grandma as a baby and how it connects her to her family back home. Like she did with me regarding pants, every time after that, she kept asking and pushing her to take it out. The Indian girl did stand up for herself asking for biblical evidence or reason, and the wife didn’t really have anything besides trying to say it’s pagan. As an Adventist, I don’t have any piercings, so I could rebuke both of them, but I know those things don’t matter. Anyways, the wife allowed her to be for a while, and us 3 did go out a handful of times to soul win in the park, and even to do a random early morning prayer meeting, so I got to be quite closer to her. She was super cheerful and really loved talking about God and the bible. Anyways, eventually, she did remove the ring, and the wife allowed her to sing a solo and she was also joined the choir for a couple weeks…but then, she said she needed a break and just stopped coming. When we had our first baptism at a different church a few months later, I invited her as I knew she wanted to get baptized, and I was so happy to see her, but she really didn’t return to the church. 

Next incident was regarding music. Early on, during a ride home from rehearsal, the wife shared her list of the kinds of songs they do and don’t do there, such as it can’t be ‘I’ focused or on how ‘we love God’ or what we’re doing for God and such, and I thought I understood her views pretty well. Later when we had a full choir, she said we can pitch songs, so I did….but every single song I shared, she rejected. Sometimes, she’d misinterpret (ie “and the angels cry Holy” = we don’t cry, would would anyone cry?), and sometimes she’d hear a line and think it’s unbiblical, but it actually was in the bible. For example, “His Mercy Is More” has a line that says ‘(our sins are) throne into a sea without bottom or shore’ and she said that’s unbiblical…but a few weeks later, the pastor had a sermon that included Micah 7:19 which says “He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” So I brought it up to her after church…and she still rejected it, just cause she didn’t like the song -___- Other times, she barely gave it a listen cause it had a few instruments and it was too noisy for her, and really only liked acoustic songs. 

While trying to explain further on what songs they don’t accept, she said they don’t do contemporary songs. I really didn’t know what that meant at the time, so I asked her, but she didn’t give me an answer. It was very confusing cause she herself sang and pitched pretty modern songs, but whatever.  I actually kinda lost love for music for a bit since she criticized everything I liked, even the ones from my childhood that were quite comforting and dear to my heart, just cause they were newer or had more instruments. I just stopped trying, and eventually left the choir. To be fair, I never agreed to sing in the first place, but got swept in and pushed to do so. That was for the best anyways as it was stressful learning to sing harmonies along with the 4 songs I had to practice on my ocarina. At least I would have a break to catch my breath and drink some water before I was up again, and I could set up my camera to record them. The only downside was that I definitely felt out of the loop in a way since I wasn’t there for rehearsal and share in the inside jokes. And just to be clear, I do love hymns and enjoyed playing melodies, but her choir choices weren’t as appealing or fun. There was a lesson here though. I was trying to please her in a way, so I was a bit offended that she didn’t like my music, but the bible isn’t against it, and I was free to listen and sing whatever I wanted in my own time. Her opinion isn’t that important. 

But the music topic didn’t exactly end there. While I didn’t comment or argue about it anymore, the wife would still talk to me about music when we went out to soul win or set up. She told me she didn’t like drums as it would make her dance like she did before she was saved, and how dancing is fleshly and this and that. She was also against electronic instruments, and I can’t remember her exact reasons besides thinking electric guitar was used in demonic rock music or how acoustic sounds better to her. If we were outside and a group was playing music loudly, she was greatly grieved and annoyed by it, and looked at them as worldly people and such. All in all, none of this really made any sense to me biblically. David danced for the Lord (2 Samuel 6:14). I understand not making a show at church, but to think all dancing is bad isn’t biblical. I felt bad for the Indian girl when she was practicing for her solo. She would naturally sway when she sung, but the wife would force her to stay still. Additionally, the bible tells us to make a loud noise with a variety of instrument and to sing a new song (Psalm 33, Psalm 96, Psalm 150). The piano and the hymns she loves didn’t even exist in bible times. Both were made around the 1700s, so they too are modern and contemporary. If a modern hymn is just as deep and theological as one made in the 1800s, what’s the problem? 

The following year (2026), I started to really notice the switch in pastor’s sermons. Initially, it really was focused on God and just preaching deeply on a variety of topics and stories, many things I never noticed or thought about before, like how Elisha called for a minstrel and how God works through music, or how King Jehoshaphat had an alliance/affinity with King Ahab and that lead to his downfall and almost had him killed as well. I really felt encouraged by his sermons and it gave me something worth meditating on. But at this point, I found he was falling more into condemnation territory, mostly talking about our currently world and how people are deceived and that sin is running wild and how we need to memorize scripture and share the gospel so that people can be saved. And on top of that, almost every sermon would push that the KJV is the only inspired word of God and how people need to find a good Baptist church. While he would share his own stories, it was either about his past self, like how he used to drink and did many things he regrets and thus why he condemns all alcohol, or it was current stories and often judging others, like how girls were wearing yoga pants to make men lust, or how the new concert hall across from his building had swarms of unsaved people going there to worship satan, and how the ungodly music grieved him. 

Now, while I grew up with the KJV and truly do love it, the original bible was written in Hebrew, Greek and Aramaic. There were also English bibles before the KJV, and the first printings of the KJV did have errors as well, so I find the whole KJV-only thing to be a little silly. I totally understand that there are distorted and twisted bibles out there, that some remove verses or hide the gospel and such, but regardless, you can’t say biblically that only this version is divine. It just feels like something to feel prideful about and divide over. Heck, the SDA church loves the KJV, but clearly, they were wrong too, and same with the church my friend there grew up in. Additionally, the KJV bible I would take to church since it’s so thin and flexible was actually given to me by some Mormons back in my teen years, and I just had to agree to listen/talk to them one time. I remember showing my pastor my bible as we were waiting in the car for his wife, and he liked the bible, but said I should cover up their logo on the back.

Later, I felt the pastor slipping in quite regularly that people need to find a ‘good Baptist church’, and it just gave me the same remnant vibes the SDA church had. Denominations can’t save you. Since I first read the bible, I realized drinking isn’t a sin, but drunkenness and lack of self-control is. I don’t care to drink, I hate the taste, but I wouldn’t judge someone who has a glass of wine here and there, and heck, Jesus drank and made wine, so I don’t get the argument. Some try to say it wasn’t alcoholic, but Noah got drunk via his vineyard (Genesis 9:21-25), and the apostles were questioned if they drank the new wine and were drunk when they spoke in tongues (Acts 2:13-15) so……….. Yes, Christians should be sober and on watch, but the bible also says to drink and be merry (Ecclesiastes 8:15) and for a man to enjoy his labour on this earth (Ecclesiastes 3:22). Paul even told Timothy to have a little wine for his stomach and infirmities (1 Timothy 5:23). We can’t pick and choose what verses we like to support our own biases and condemn others for enjoying their liberty in Christ and God’s creation. If you feel convicted, it’s cause God is chastising and molding you, which can happen for things like clothing and makeup, and even things like your job or the friends you have, but not every conviction is a biblical command expected of all. 

All in all, I felt him kinda moving off from the grace of Jesus and great sermons about characters in the bible, into pushing his convictions onto the church and boasting why our church was better. How we’re the only one’s speaking the truth and that they didn’t take the vaccine and was still soul winning during lock downs, and that they’re the only ones standing for tradition, still singing hymns and using the KJV, while other churches have gone astray and fallen for the satanic agenda, and other things like that, and I was grieved. While I may have been all for this as an Adventist, I now saw the pride and self-righteousness behind it, along with how it causes division instead of unity and peace among other Christians.

While I did enjoy talking to some of the guys after church about deeper biblical topics and world news and such, I started noticing the self-righteousness they had as well. For example, one guy who would regularly go soul winning would usually share about what happened the day before, and he often bring up how Muslims are dumb and that their faith doesn’t make sense, same with Hindus and such. And while I was nodding and sharing my own reasons why their defense is weak the previous year, one thing that made me change my view greatly was the doctrine of pre-destination. While out with the wife to soul win, she was arguing with a guy who said we had free will and she said we didn’t. I was actually surprised by her view, cause I too believed in free will until then. When I got home, I started doing research into the topic, and it took me a few weeks to wrap my head around it. There are clearly verses that state God choosing His people and that He gives people the power to repent and believe (John 1:12, 2 Timothy 2:23-26). God even says He will have mercy on whom He will have mercy (Romans 9:15-18), and who are we to question the one who made us? (Romans 9:20).

Like many, I considered if that would mean God destines people for hell as well (double pre-destination) and if so, then none of us really have a choice…but then, it really doesn’t seem fair for God to punish people for doing what He ultimately made them to do… Many people have went down that thought pattern and came out rejecting God. On the other side, those who feel chosen (often those who call themselves Reformed’ have a sense of pride and don’t feel a need to share the gospel cause God already has a plan in play and will save who He will save. I wanted to believe that God was good and fair, but I couldn’t deny the verses in front of me, so I studied a little more. One book I listened to that helped me greatly was R.C. Sproul’s ‘Chosen By God’, and he really laid it out that ‘we were all destined to hell by default as we are all born into sin and choose to sin, but God decided to have grace on some so that they will be saved’. If God could save everyone, He would, but love still has to be a choice, and that this evil world is what causes some of us to ultimately choose God. From then, I not only felt more thankful that God chose me to be saved, but I had more pity and sympathy for those who are still in the dark, and understood that we really need to pray for them as they are deceived and under the snare of the devil. Our prayers and our actions do matter, but they are a part of God’s plan that will lead to His ultimate will. Someone being saved doesn’t surprise God, He was lovingly drawing them since before they were born (Jeremiah 31:3).  

Anyways, around late April, we really couldn’t afford to stay at our current apartment, but a space opened up at my aunts. After we put in our 2 months notice, I decided to get a surgery done before we left since the doctor was just down the road from my current location. I got the referral back in 2024, but they said it was nothing to worry about, so I didn’t bother spending the $300. Thing is, they were wrong, and it was a growing cyst. It became quite problematic, often popping on its own, so I was wearing a Band-Aid for 6 months straight. I did pray for God to heal it, hoping to avoid the surgery out of fear and not wanting to be bedridden for 6 weeks, but I decided to trust that it will be fine and went for it. They had an opening a couple days away that Saturday, otherwise, I’d have to wait until June (and I would need my legs and strength to move then), so I took it. The sermon just before this, the pastor mentioned that I had a perfect Sunday attendance record (and only missed 3 or so Wednesdays), and I was close to breaking the previous record. I’ll admit, my pride would have loved to break that record, but this was more important and time sensitive.

While I was away, my phone was certainly more quiet than usual. I mean, my friends never really messaged me anyways, but at least I would get a few more messages from the wife. Well, she did still check in, and even wanted me to come to church the following Sunday, saying I could sit and play and such, but I gave myself 3 weeks off just to ensure my wound wouldn’t open and would heal properly. Also, this was my first real break from playing, so I was going to take it. The week I was planning to come back, she gave me the songs, but I brought up her own rule that if you weren’t there the previous week, you can’t serve the next week. As a black person, I’m not trying to be the exception, since I would stand out way more for it (I don’t think I mentioned this, but I was the only black person there. I remember the wife saying I should bring more black people, but I told her black people prefer louder, more upbeat music haha. Even my mom found the SDA church I went to boring cause they only had a piano and organ). 

Anyways, these 3 weeks really opened my eyes and was a turning point in my transformation journey. When you really are disabled and utterly useless, you really do see how much people really care about you, or if they’re just using you. Carl Jung videos started popping up at this time, and it gave me so much insight on myself. For example, he talks a lot about the shadow self: the real me that has been suppressed since others didn’t like or approve of it, and how it could be the cause of emotions or thoughts we don’t fully understand. Over the last 2 years, I would feel annoyed when other church musicians made lots of mistakes, especially when I practiced so hard to ensure I had little to few errors when I performed. Unlike my Jpop band, their mistakes don’t reflect on me, so I shouldn’t really care, but I thought mistakes was distracting, and I looked down on them for not caring as much about playing for God to the best of their abilities. While those thoughts are true and valid, the irritation itself came because I always felt I had to be perfect, and never had the permission or grace to make mistakes or I’d be mocked and belittled. Thus, my shadow self was bitter towards those who had that freedom as it always desired the same. Another big thing Carl Jung talks about is how people pleasing is actually manipulative. At the core of it, we desire to do these things to control how people perceive us. And looking within, I had to admit that was true too. When it came to going above and beyond, I wanted not only as useful, capable, and trust worthy, but I also didn’t want to be seen as lazy or selfish.

And that leans into another topic he regularly talks about, the ego. We give ourselves titles, such as the smart one, or the talented one, and then we work so hard to prove that to others. And what’s worse is that we’d get very defensive if that image was threatened. I certainly felt that when I started promoting myself as a guitarist. Although I shared clearly that I was a beginner and rookie, I worked so sooo hard to play as perfectly as possible when I was on stage. It is expected for noobs to make mistakes, so I could have given myself more grace and just enjoy the experience, but as mentioned about my shadow self, I felt like a mistake would make others look down on me and doubt my capabilities. I was hoping to take my instrument far, so ever performance felt like an opportunity to prove myself. Ironically, my old fav Japanese band, One OK Rock, released a song called “Prove” a few months before I was saved. I usually never cry to songs outside of some Christian ones, but once I really heard the lyrics for it, I bawled like a baby cause I truly connected to it, working so so hard to prove your haters wrong and be successful. My family always mocked and doubted my dreams, and being a black female, other guitarists aren’t as nice or helpful, so it really meant a lot to get on a big stage and prove everyone wrong.  

All in all, I really thought I was a decent human being since childhood. I believed that I really cared about people, and while I have confessed to my sins, the ones I committed usually didn’t directly harm people (ie white lies, fornicating, negative thoughts). I was kind to everyone, even strangers and outcasts. I went out of my way to help people without asking or expecting anything in return….but I realized then that deep deep down, it was all self-seeking. At the core of it was all a fear of abandonment and a need for validation. Since I didn’t have my emotionally needs met as a child, my anxious attachment, my desire to please, my compulsions, literally everything I did came down to my desire for validation and emotional security.

I thought I texted and shared a lot simply because I was trying to be open and connect with people, but deep down, I wanted them to validate and approve of me. It was a deep plea for reassurance and attention. I had a tendency to overexplain every choice and action before anyone even asked, and that was because I wasn’t believed or understood growing up, so I had to make sure they understood and wouldn’t come to their own conclusions and misunderstandings. My tendency to argue was because I took someone disagreeing with my beliefs or not liking my interests personally, as if they were invalidating my choices and possibly looking down on me for being attracted to those things. Thus, I would get riled up and defensive, arguing for as long as it took to persuade them, and I had no issue cutting them off if they were still against it. 

And that’s also why I was most attracted to people who would listen, believe, and approve of me and my views. I wouldn’t be so anxious if people had the same interests or faith as me because I wouldn’t have to explain or prove myself to them. That’s also why a lot of my deeper friendships over the years were trauma bonds because they would understand and believe my childhood story, and we could share our burdens and complain as much as we needed to. Continuing on, when I went out of my way to help people, I really wanted them to see me positively and approve of me as a person cause I didn’t have much self worth. My mom never really noticed or praise me for all the things I did for her, but I knew others would be a little more appreciative. The thing is though, you would burn yourself for a simple ‘thank you’, and sometimes, you wouldn’t even get that, and thus you’ll grow a little bitter and resentful. As a coping mechanism, I would often compare myself to others in my head and boast to myself about how I’m so different or intelligent or useful or skilled or considerate or how I’m always prepared or that I’m the better musician or whatever it was to validate myself, and thus my ego was born. 

This was revolutionary for me because it made me truly realize just how deeply wretched I really was. My actions looked good on the outside, but my motives weren’t as pure or loving as I thought. The fact that I would feel resentful and bitter when I wasn’t being appreciated was a sign in itself. But here’s the thing…as a Christian, God validates me. God wonderfully and fearfully made me, and He is pleased with me and delights in me just because I am His child. God believes and understands me because He knows every bit of me and saw what happened Himself. God is obsessed with me, always watching and listening, He values my presence and desires my attention in return. This is a huge contrast from my friends who would take ages to reply to me, guys who only wanted me from my body, and others who would use me and not give anything in return, and would neglect me further when I start prioritizing myself. I grieved thinking about how much I gave and how much I was used due to this desire for validation, but I didn’t have to continue down this path.

This kind of deep self-awareness is certainly rare, but I’m very thankful for this time of isolation and uselessness as I was forced to confront the bitterness, insecurity, and depression inside of me that I’ve been avoiding since I was saved. But all in all, now that I understood God’s deep love for me and how He validates me, I don’t have to fight to be understood or work so hard to prove myself to people anymore. I don’t have to overexplain or argue anymore, because their opinion doesn’t even matter. At the end of the day, only God’s opinion matters, and He already approves of me, so I don’t need to strive and burn myself out trying to get others to see my worth. That’s not to say I would never do good works or serve again. I do still truly love helping other people, and it is the Christian thing to do, but at least in the future, it would really be done without any secret need or desire for validation, and without me holding on to that memory and boasting about it for extra approval. I also won’t feel so angsty to jump in, nor would I burn myself out to please others if it’s not something I truly desire to do. I’m trying to be more like Mary instead of Martha, and I desire to spend more time with my Lord, especially because, as a single person, He’s the only one who could really fill my cup and comfort me with His love and care. 

I did continue going to that church while I still lived there, but the ultimate breaking point was when my cousin asked if I could miss one week to help prep and paint our future bedrooms. His only day off was Sunday, and his mom works night shifts so she goes to bed early as well, thus she wanted us to come pretty early. When I told the wife I would need be missing that Sunday, she tried to guilt trip or convict me in a way, saying I should prioritize church and be an example to my family and such, how she would only miss it in an emergency and such. I was like eh? I’m moving, we only got 2 weekends, and I’m being considerate of my aunt who is doing me a huge favor. She still tried to persuade me to go to church instead, and I understood how it is. Since I was saved, I knew we Christians are the church, not some building. How often we have to attend or serve isn’t in the bible either. All this time, my perfect attendance record was simply because I loved church and wanted to be there. No one had to push or force me, but her pushing me or making me feel guilty to attend to a family member just made me lose that motivation. As I was saying earlier, attending regularly would be very hard as going there myself would take 3-4 buses, and the trip would be longer than the actual service. And while people were willing to take me, I didn’t want to be under the mercy of a ride like I was in the last church. A short 5 minute ride with them is whatever, but 30+minutes with someone else is another story. 

Anyways, I moved, and after settling in for a bit, I did visit 3 more times. I often got a ride with the newer members. They were a married couple, a Filipino girl and a black guy. It was also nice having other people around my age (everyone there were either much older or young adults, I was the only millennial). One visit, I mainly came to drop off some gifts and books for my friend there, and to just see if I’d feel any different, but the pastor still talked and pushed certain things, and I felt grieved in my heart. After service, they were talking to pastor and the wife separately as I waited around. The wife shared something about how, she knows if she’s obedient and doing God’s will, God will bless and provide for her, and it made me realize she had a bit of a worksbased mindset.

The few times we would pray together, whether during bible study or going outside on our own, she’d come to God as a servant or slave. And that’s not bad per say, but she’d spend minutes asking and begging God to hear us and answer our prayers, and how we’re not worthy and such. I get the humility in that, don’t get me wrong, but after I was saved and I understood more of what it means to be a child of God, how the Father delights in us and our prayers are sweet smelling incense, and how Christ allows us to come boldly to the throne and that we should have confidence that He hears us and will do what we ask if it’s in accordance to His will and such, it was actually a little sad to hear her prayers. And to know now that she works so hard because she feels God would bless her also made me realize how differently we see the gospel. A servant would never feel close or secure in their master’s presence, and they are hesitant and scared to ask. A child, on the other hand, can jump into their father’s lap, and never feels they have to prove themselves or do things to earn their father’s gifts or blessings. The father loves and provides for the child, and the child loves him back by obeying and living a life that honors and pleases him.  

The second visit, I ended up opening up to the couple about my experience, and they were grieved for me. They just came from a seriously abusive ‘man of God’ church where they too had to serve all the time and would be openly condemned for missing one week. While the guy was quite defensive about being KJV-only and we had a somewhat heated discussion in the car, he came to understand my concern about division over secondary things, and that the argument didn’t make sense cause what about ESL learners, what about translations in other languages, what about people in persecuted countries who only have access to an NIV? Does it make sense to judge them about a book when what matters is the heart and bearing fruit? But yeah, they told me I should bring up these matters to the pastor as perhaps he doesn’t know what the wife was doing, and that they would intervene if needed, so I agreed to a third visit just for that. 

On that third visit, I was definitely quite anxious. I wrote up a document to ensure I had all my points covered, thought it was a little lengthy. The pastor also gave a sermon which just confirmed that I couldn’t stay there. He ended up bringing up our leaders and mocking them, and saying he finds it hard to pray for them, even though he probably should. I knew of verses in the KJV that said not to speak badly about our leaders and of course he should be obedient about praying to them, but yeah, just a lot of pride and self-righteousness, and I didn’t want to be under that kind of teaching again. After service. I patted pastor and asked to talk. He took his wife too (as a man and woman shouldn’t be alone together, doesn’t matter as I was prepared for her to hear as well) and we went to the hallway.

My first point was that I/we are expected to serve weekly without breaks, and he said breaks are fine, and if he knew, he would have allowed it, so whatever. My second point was about her pushing people, ie me with the skirts, and the indian girl with the nose ring, and he stepped in saying the nose ring was actually his choice and he wouldn’t change his mind on that, and then said he doesn’t really care to hear about every grievance I have with the church, so I just stopped and didn’t bother reading more. I said to myself ahead of time that if they’d listen and be open to change, perhaps I’ll stay, but otherwise, no. I tried to keep in my tears and could only say ‘I sense a pharisee spirit’ but left it there and went back to my seat. As I started to cry, the wife asked if I’m all good now, and I just said I’m not coming back, and she said that’s my choice. But yes, I haven’t been back since. 

All that to say, I have certainly noticed a trend I noticed in the 2.5 years I was attending church, and it’s that every church appears to have a unique doctrine or stance that they seem to focus and promote heavily, or even idolize (tongues, sabbath, KJV-only, hymns-only, virgin Mary etc), and they would judge others who don’t believe or agree with those things. They have so much pride because they do or believe those things, but the only thing we should boast about is Christ. Once we start putting weight on works or looks or food or gifts, we miss the mark and confuse others because we tell them it’s Christ PLUS this other thing. This is so unfair! Not every Christian has the privilege to do or buy or eat certain things. Some are enslaved, some are in persecuted countries, some may only have 2 songs to sing, and yet, we would make them feel bad just because they don’t do things our way. I’ve heard countless ex-Pentecostals share how they didn’t feel saved or good enough because they couldn’t speak in tongues, or how many of them pretended to just to fit in. This really shouldn’t be so. Christ is supposed to bring freedom, and people are supposed to be welcomed into a new family with open arms, but we put all these extra expectations and bondages that ultimately make people leave the church, when they were just in an unbiblical cult. I honestly grieve for new believers because every online teacher probably has 20 others calling them a heretic, so how do they know who to trust? A lot of people are seeking community and encouragement, but when they finally gain the courage to check out a new church, some are turned away at the door, some feel awkward because other members don’t say ‘hi’ to them, and the leaders who do talk to them may ask and expect them to change to fit their standard. 

How I Currently View Churches & What I Believe The Christian Walk Is Really About

So as of now (October 2026), I’m not attending a church. I’m not sworn off churches completely as I see and understand God’s views for them, but I know God has been calling me from the beginning to spend time alone with Him for a wilderness season. Sadly, I was so attached to people that even being unavailable for a day would cause great anxiety, and it was really bad cause I may be getting ready to go on my knees and pray, but a text from a friend who only messages every blue moon would come in and I’d focus on them instead. If not for my time at these churches, I wouldn’t have realized I have an anxious attachment due to childhood and I was trying so hard due to my need for validation. But knowing that is the core and I can get that from God, I have snapped out of it and it’s become a lot easier not looking or responding to messages right away (and especially so if that friend didn’t do that anyways). 

Now, while church isn’t perfect, and it is certainly full of hypocrites, that’s actually a beautiful thing. There were quite a few videos I watched a couple years back that really gave me something to meditate on. The first was that church can be filled with difficult people, but we should be thankful for that. Difficult people is how God molds and transforms us. How can we practice having grace and patience if we never have those kinds of people around us? Another video also taught me that we cant expect to ever find a church that we 100% align with. If humans could never align with each other 100%, why do we expect that of a church? So instead, we should seek to find a church we align with at least 90% with, and tolerate the rest. Another video made the point that, the world would know we are Christians when we can come together in peace and unity despite our gender, race, age, status, history, or personal theology. The world is always arguing and hating each other, thus others would know there’s something different here since only God could unify such a variety of people and cause them to truly love and favor one another. And of course, if we all recognized the grace and mercy we received from God, we would be humble, accepting, and tolerant of other people by default. The pharisee spirit isn’t of God because it focuses on humans and their efforts instead of Jesus and His free gift.

Now that I understand how the gospel really works, I don’t feel the need to push or pressure people to live more godly. If they aren’t saved, they can’t do so anyways, so the only thing really worth focusing on is the gospel. Once they are saved and the Holy Spirit is working in them, their heart and mind will be transformed, and it will show on the outside naturally. God will lead and chastise His own children, so I don’t need to play God in their lives and try to convict or push them. I can share, teach, and advise, but how they live and when they change is between them and God. I started preferring this approach because I realized how dangerous and toxic pushing people can be. 

I think a lot of Christians, especially Pharisees, like to push the law or all these rules on people, and we push or pressure people to go to church, read their bibles, pay their tithes, and do good works, and to even sacrifice the things of this world that they love so much. But in the end, they’re either going to turn away and hate Christians because they realize how many others are also faking it along with the leaders who are just using the faith for money and fame…or they continue it all their lives, and on judgement day, they’ll tell God about all these things they did and Jesus would say “I never knew you” (Matthew 7:21-23). They really are still ‘workers of iniquity’ because their hearts were still wretched and unregenerate. Anyone could look good on the outside and fool other humans, but God sees and knows who we really are behind closed doors, and what really goes on in our thoughts, what are real motivation are.  

In my own case, I thought I was saved and on a good path for 28 years. I attended church, read through the bible and could defend the faith, got baptized twice, kept the law, had prayers answered, and did good works, serving in church and going out of my way to help others….yet, I wasn’t saved. Like Paul, I thought I was the gold standard and was proud that I grew up in the right religion and kept the law, but all of that went out the window when God confronted me and I realized just how far I fell short.  

That’s why I don’t care what church you go to, nor would I be impressed by how much biblical knowledge you have or how much you serve and do for your church or how well you appear to keep the law…..the things I’m looking for is how much you truly love and boast about your Lord and Savior, your self-awareness when it comes to sin and humility from seeing how much you still fall short, and your genuine love not only for the body of Christ, but for unbelievers as they are both image bearers of God and sadly on a destructive path. I would also hope their eyes are also on things above (Colossians 3:2) and they don’t love this world much (1 John 2:15); however, I know 1 Corinthians 7:33-34 makes the point that married people careth for the things of the world and how to please their spouses, whereas single people careth for the things of the Lord, thus I can’t expect all Christians to relate to me in that regard.

And on that note, I wished more people would notice not only when the bible defends their views, but also the times it says the other side is okay or to not worry so much about it, like for food, Sabbath days, and head coverings. God is so merciful in that His laws are applicable no matter where you live because they are spiritual, and He is looking at the heart. One women may be vain when it comes to makeup and jewelry, but another woman just enjoys the femininity God gave her and desires to present herself well as the temple of God. That is why if another Christian tries to push their rules or personal convictions onto you, feel free to quote Paul, “Conscience, I say, not thine own, but of the other: for why is my liberty judged of another man’s conscience? For if I by grace be a partaker, why am I evil spoken of for that for which I give thanks?” (1 Corinthians 10:29-30). 

There are certainly times we should change though. Here in the West, the majority of women wear pants, so if I 
bought a pair from the women’s section, and I grew up believing they are modest, and I’m really not trying to make men look or lust over me, it shouldn’t be a problem. However, if I went to a middle eastern place where all women wear skirts and head coverings, it is biblical to assimilate so I don’t offend others nor cause them to stumble (1 Corinthians 8:13, Romans 14:15). It is also bibical to obey those in authority, so if those are actually rules, I shouldn’t purposely be breaking the laws and causing a scene just because I have liberty in Christ (Romans 13:1-7, Hebrews 13:17). And while some Christians may really be against things like tattoos, if the person had them before they were saved, it could be worth it to keep it so that they could connect and reach out to those who were once like them. 1 Corinthians 9:22 says “I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some”. Thus, we shouldn’t only think about ourselves and our comfort, but be loving enough to consider how our actions, our clothes, our food, and our words may affect other people, and if it is drawing people closer to God or causing them to stumble. 

One last thing I’ll say is that, it still is really hard to tell who is saved or not. While my own transformation has been quite radical and I am super passionate about God and broken about my sins and short comings, it is very well possible that some people don’t have as crazy of a testimony or don’t have such a big before and after because they really were ‘good yute’ as we say in Toronto. Some people were blessed to have grown up in a healthy and stable household, and were protected from things that could traumatize them or pollute their minds. Like Samuel, it is possible to know God and be saved from a very young age, and stay on the straight and narrow since then. And if so, they are truly blessed and should be thankful! 

While my journey was more rough, full of tears and bitterness due to trauma and abuse, it’s been worth it to know God from the sinner’s standpoint. I will admit that when I heard testimonies at church from people who really lived some of the worst lives but were transformed by God, I was a little jealous. They had such a love, joy, and peace that I couldn’t connect to. I was like the second son in the Prodigal son story, believing that I did everything right, and yet I wasn’t that happy. But now that I had my own Prodigal song experience, after knowing what it’s like to feel so sinful and disgusting and too ashamed to go back, but eventually hitting rock bottom and realizing it was better back home, and most of all, seeing how excited and eager God was to make you His son or daughter again, ‘redeeming your life from destruction and crowing you with lovingkindness and tender mercies’ (Psalm 103:4), I understand them. It’s very true that those who were forgiven much, loveth much (Luke 7:47).

Other people may need fear and hell to push them to obey God’s commands, but for those of us who came from the trenches and who have experienced the darkness and brokenness that comes from sin, trust me, we don’t want to go back to that. We may fall and slip at times, or have seasons where we backslide, but a righteous man will get up and try again. Additionally, we don’t need the law because God has written it in our hearts (Jeremiah 31:33, Hebrews 8:10). If we are abiding in Christ and heeding the Holy Spirit, God will plant thoughts in our heads, revelations in our heart, and we will feel grieved in our spirit when we sin. Just like how evil relationships will corrupt good character (1 Corinthians 15:33), having a close relationship with a holy God will make you more holy as well. You will start to understand His heart and think the way, and in turn hate and be bothered by what bothers Him. If sin seperated humanity from God, and Jesus had to die on the cross to restore that relationship, why would any saved person play around with sin? They would instead grieve and be broken over it. Thankfully, we don’t have to run from God because we have an advocate with the Father, and the Father is just and willing to forgive us if we confess our sins (Psalm 51:17, 1 John 1:9, 1 John 2:1).

Even in the Old Testament, God’s arms were open and He was willing to forgive if Israel would just turn back to Him, and seeing His desire to be close to us would give us a heart that desires to be close to Him, and in turn, we really wouldn’t sin as much as we used to, and would even go above and beyond to do things to please Him. We would desire to share the good news so others can known Him, and we would try our best to be a light in the world so others can be drawn to Him. No one would ever have to push or motivate you to live for God because you will want to out of love for your heavenly Father. 

So that’s my testimony. If you actually read this far, I truly do appreciate it, and I hope you learned more about Christian doctrine or your own faults and flaws through it. Below, I have more of my revelations written in detail as I’m sure you may gain some beautiful nuggets of wisdom or can grow more in obedience through them. And if you have any questions, comments, or want to share your own testimony (I’ll read yours, no matter how long!), feel free to email me at ChromaticDreamers@gmail.com <3 

My Sanctification Journey - Lessons I've Learned & Ways I've Changed Since Saved

Honestly, the bible has confronted me about so many things and has humbled me greatly. There were things I learned and adopted growing up such as not lying, taking accountability, being a girl of my word, and learning to apologize, but the lessons I’ve learned after being saved completely dismantled my identity and destroyed the things I once had pride in. Everything I used to believe was right was wrong, and even the good deeds I did were done with selfish intentions such as gaining attention or validation.&nbsp;</b>I was 28 when I was truly converted, and as I’m writing this at 32 years old, God is still pruning me. It’s been a very painful journey, full of tears and grief, but I know it’ll be worth it. I used to think I was the gold standard for how humans should be, but now I’m ashamed of all I used to be, and I see how much trauma has made me who I am, so I’m looking forward to this new version of myself. These were some of my biggest lessons and revelations since I was saved, in the order that I learned them. I’ll try to keep them as short as possible so you can do your own meditation and research on the concept. Hopefully, you won’t have to go on such a heart wrenching journey to learn the same:

1. We Are Side Characters In This Story, Yet We Live In The Best Universe Possible
I don’t think Christians really think about this much, but I guess as an anime fan, I got to see many kinds of worlds and scenarios play out, ones where some have powers and some don’t, where the evilest of people have gained control over the world, where the gods of that universe don’t play fair and so on. I’m very thankful we don’t live in a world where some people have access to a death notebook where you just write someone’s name in it and they’re dead, or where people can use alchemy to fuse their daughter and dog together, or where a gigantic spirit or monster could pop out of nowhere and destroy a city. Our world may seem boring, but it’s really not. We have such beautiful skies, and a wide variety of foods, and God has given us the intelligence and creativity to create music and art and toys and vehicles and all these activities. But most of all, we have a God who actually sees and care about us. In Philosophy, they talk a lot about distant gods or gods who have abandoned us completely, but our God is actively watching. Not only does He watch, but He is actively reaching out to us in love. He could have been just and damned us all to hell. He could also be a very strict and cruel God that would punish us the second we do sin, one who rules with fear, but our God is slow to anger and full of mercy. He also came here as a man to not only die for our sins, but to fully understand the human experience, to know what it’s like to be bullied, rejected, betrayed, and in pain. He really didn’t have to….. And while anime may make it seem like a cool thing to be a main character, I think it also portrays what a heavy burden it is, especially if you’re playing the hero in the story. It probably isn’t the nicest thing to be a side character in a story where you have to rely on a sole human being to save the world, but if God is our hero and He is for us, we don’t have to worry about anything. He has this under control. And that leads to my next point. 

2. Anxiety Is A Choice. God Tells Us Not To Worry, Cause There’s Nothing To Worry About
As mentioned in my testimony, my family always struggled, so I started working pretty early to help my mom financially, and lived constantly worried about going broke and being homeless….but despite us struggling, we always had a roof over our head and food on our table. Even though I moved out and was even more scared, God has proven Himself faithful all this time, so why would I doubt He could take care of me now? Of course, I didn’t have much of a relationship with Him initially, but after I was saved and I read the verses telling us not to worry about food or clothes (Matthew 6:25-34, Luke 12:22-32), and I was told ‘do not fear’ was in the bible 365 times, I realized that God really wants us to trust Him in this regard. Stress and anxiety isn’t good for the body, but if we have to rely on ourselves, or the people around us, of course we’ll be stressed! Even if we work really hard and try to control the situation as much as possible, we never know what could happen. A hurricane or a wildfire destroyed your home, a loved one got sick or died, your job started laying off people or closed down completely, we can’t control the world. But the thing is, God is in control and He cares about us, so if I had to trust anyone with my wellbeing and my future, it better be Him. Why do you think the bible tells us not to worry about tomorrow? (Matthew 6:34). And listen, that’s not to say God will always allow you to live a comfortable or wealthy life, but we trust that no matter the situation, we’ll be fine. If I have a roof and a home, that’s amazing! If I end up homeless, surely, God will still give me enough food to eat and a safe place to sleep. And hey, if I die, I get to be with Him! So why worry? While I have this home, It’s good to praise and thank Him for this blessing. When I got worried as I was nearing the end of the line, He allowed me to get more work at my job as my supervisor left, and then my aunt’s basement tenant was being deported so there was space for me and my cousin to move in allowing us to both save on rent. God is good. I could have worried and stressed the entire time, but even the bible says that being anxious doesn’t add anything to your life (Matthew 6:27). Trust God, pray for your needs, and then let Him handle it (Philippians 4:6-7). No matter what may come, you’ll be okay!

3. The Real Christian Walk Is A Lonely One
It’s funny when we say this, because yes, Christianity is considered the biggest religion with about 30% of the world’s population, and yet, even in the bible, even amongst God’s chosen people, true believers were only a remnant. The bible gives us countless verses and warnings about false believers, whether it’s about false teachers (2 Peter 2:1-3), wolves in sheep’s clothing (Matthew 7:15), those who say they are of Christ but live in sin and darkness and so on (2 Corinthians 11:13-15, Jude 1:4, Titus 1:16). And even amongst those who do look good because they cast out demons, prophesy, and do many good works, Jesus Himself won’t allow them into heaven because He doesn’t know them and they are ‘workers of iniquity’ (Matthew 7:22). Humans can certainly deceive each other by looking the part, speaking right, having big platforms, singing loudly or speaking in tongues, and even doing things Jesus commanded us, but we’re told to look for fruit. Are they actually loving, peaceful, gentle, meek and humble? Are they actually obedient to God’s law, even when no one is watching? Is God just a Sunday morning thing for them, or do they walk in the light all week long?

Listen, Jesus had tens of thousands of people listen to his sermons, and multitudes would come out to see Him and His miracles, but only a small portion of them were His day-to-day followers (while 12 were chosen, we are informed of other followers like John Mark and Mary Magdalene. He also sent 70 people out into every town to spread the gospel in Luke 10). And even amongst his followers and disciples, 2 betrayed Him, and the rest fled when He was arrested. There is a possibility that some people in the crowd who were waving palm leaves and shouting ‘hosanna’ in Matthew 21:9 could be part of the same crowd shouting ‘crucify Him’ 2 days later in Matthew 26:34. People change, especially if their own livelihoods are on the line. Jesus even says brother shall deliver brother to death and father to child in Matthew 10. Paul, a man who would think could tell the signs of a true believer based on his letters, even he was blind sighted when people who once was with him promoting the gospel now became an enemy of Christ (Philippians 3:18-19), and people he considered faithful friends later abandoned and betrayed him (2 Timothy 4:16-17). There are many times followers of God are left alone, such as John the Baptist in the wilderness (Luke 1:80), or John the Beloved on the Island of Patmos (Revelation 1:9), and times they have to stand up alone, like Caleb when the other spies and multitude didn’t want to fight for the promised land (Numbers 13), or Elijah when facing off against the prophets of Baal (1 Kings 18), so we can’t expect to always have people around us to support and encourage us. If we depend on the crowd or on our church or teachers, we’re in a dangerous place spiritually because they may have doubts, fears, and false theology that could even lead us astray. The bible makes it clear that the path that leaves to salvation is narrow and few are on it (Matthew 7:14)…

4. …But God Wants To Be Your Everything
True, radical Christianity is a lonely walk, and while God certainly gave us the church to be our spiritual family, you know what else He gave us? Himself! I don’t think the majority of Christians understand just how obsessed God is with us. Think about it…this is GOD, creator of the universe, above all, nothing like Him…and yet, He wanted to walk alongside Adam and Eve in the garden, desired to dwell among the Israelites in the wilderness, came here as a human being to relate to us and die for us, and now desires to live within us (Holy Spirit). Additionally, while God is our heavenly Father, He also refers to Himself as our Husband, Brother, and Friend (Isaiah 54:5, John 3:29, Hebrews 2:11, Romans 8:29, Matthew 12:50, John 15:13-15). He tell us that He is our Comforter, Protector, Provider, Helper, Deliverer, and so much more (John 14:26, 2 Corinthians 1:3-4, Psalm 91:1-2, Hebrews 13:6, Psalms 18:2, Philippians 4:19, etc). If we truly embraced all He desires to be for us, we technically wouldn’t need anyone else, right? Of course, God uses other people to love, bless, comfort, and provide for us, but He also hopes those people would connect us more to Him. He gives us earthly fathers so we can relate to Him as our heavenly Father, thus, a broken family or absent dad can certainly get in the way of us seeing how He really is, but regardless, He is a Father to the fatherless (Psalm 68:5). Even if our fleshly dads abandoned us, God would never leave us nor forsake us (Hebrews 13:5). He could also do ‘exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think’ (Ephesians 3:20), and He desires to pour out more gifts and blessings on us (James 1:17, 2 Corinthians 9:8, Malachi 3:10, Luke 11:11-13). He has ever hair on our heads numbered (Luke 12:7) and watches us every single second of the day (Psalm 139)……and yet, we don’t really want Him or think about Him much, do we? How many of us actually take the first commandment that seriously? Works are good, but He made us so He could love us and be loved by us. The fact that Enoch walked with God and God took Him should tell us everything we need to know about the kind of relationship God desires with us. Just something to think about.

5. All Good Gifts Are From God, And That Includes Your Traits And Privileges, So There’s Nothing To Boast About
How often do humans claim they have achieved things by their own power or wit. It’s hard to think differently when we give big awards to only the singer even though they have a whole team writing and producing their music, along with musicians, backup dancers, and videographers behind them. But even if they really were a self-produced artists, it is God who gave them their singing gift in the first place. And before all that, God gave you parents or caretakers who took care of you when you couldn’t do anything for yourself. He placed you in whatever country that allowed you to have the rights, privileges, and education that allowed you to pursue other things. He also gave you your healthy and/or capable body that could do certain things. A mind that can digest and create things. Hand that could learn certain crafts and talents. Not to mention, there are over 1000 ways to die (definitely worth the watch). You could have died in natural disasters, car accidents, terrorist attacks, wild or poisonous animals, and via various kinds of diseases…and yet, you are alive. So many kids grew up in the hospital, so many people don’t have one or a few of their senses, others lost their abilities later in life and regret not doing things when they had the chance. Too often, we think we’re special and look down on those who can’t do what we do or haven’t achieved much, but we should show more compassion on those who may never get to do what they want, and use our gifts to encourage and bless others instead.

6. We Are All Different, and That’s a Beautiful Thing. Being Submissive Is Also A Beautiful Thing
Growing up, I saw myself as the gold standard, and often got frustrated with people who didn’t think, work, or care as much as I did. My mind started to shift when the singer of my band introduced me to MBTI types. My male bandmates drove me crazy because I gave them a whole year to learn a handful of songs, and they still didn’t have it down, and I just couldn’t understand why until then. And while I still felt my type (ENFJ) was unique and superior, I started appreciate other types thanks to my cousin/roommate (INTP) who was the complete opposite of me. While he too tested my patience quite a bit, he protected me in more ways than one (ie putting fear in our landlord so he’d stop harassing us or killing bugs for me), and he was able to do things that I would probably never care to learn or try like installing new lights and switches. Year prior to all this, while I did hate men for a while after dating and experience traumatic moments by them, I couldn’t hate them for long because I know how useful men are in this world. As much as women may believe they can do whatever men can do, how many of us would actually want to be deep in sewers, taking down wild animals, going after criminals, climbing poles in the middle of a storm to restore power, or go to war for our country? I know there are some, but I’m not one of them. 

Now, going back even further to when I first read the bible as a teen, I started to meditate on God’s vision for gender roles and the family, and I knew logically it was best. This was also supplemented when I’d watch shows like Maury and Cheaters as I noticed when the woman works, raises kids, cooks, and does all the chores (aka 3 full time jobs), and the man only works or may be a lazy bum at home, of course she’s going to nag and ask him to do more. But then he goes off and cheats with a woman who ‘appreciates and respects him’. Men have a big ego, and it is in their nature to protect and provide, but we have to give them space to do so. Listen, women can certainly do anything a man can do, and even more since we can give birth and nurse. The bible also shows how wise and cunning we are, and how we were able to stop or take down some big or mighty men (ie Delilah with Samson, Abigail with David, Jael with Sisera). Adam and Abraham also made big mistakes by heeding the advise of their wives instead of simply obeying and trusting in God’s word. But the thing is, we we are also emotional, curious, and open to the unknown, and that’s why most witches are women. That’s why churches ran by woman tend to be more progressive and open to unbiblical things, a
nd that’s why when it comes to the faith, it’s actually a wonderful thing to have a more logical and simple man be on top to create guard rails so we don’t go so astray with our imaginations and fall into mischief and heresy. As a woman, I know our power. I was the leader type myself….but honestly, after the band, I don’t care to lead anymore. It’s exhausting! I thoroughly enjoyed playing at church where they just told me what to play each week and I got to focus on just playing my part. Instead of competing with men for the few roles that actually suit their nature and in turn overburdening ourselves with additional responsibilities and stress, why don’t we just let them lead?  

Now, I totally understand why most people don’t want to submit, and that’s because in our sinful broken world, people in charge tend to take advantage and use or abuse those under them. The bible, however, makes it clear that leadership and submission is a 2-way street. The leader, whether it’s parents, a husband, or the pastor of a church, are expected to not only teach and guide, but to also provide and protect those under them, physically, mentally, and spiritually. If those in submission are ever in trouble or danger, the leader must be willing to sacrifice themselves to save them. Christ does not lead through fear, nor does He force people to obey, He loves and provides for us first. And then in return, the children, wives, or members of the church should love, support, respect, encourage, and help the person in charge. They trust and believe that the leader cares for them and truly wants the best for them, thus making it much easier for them to obey and submit. If there are times they don’t necessarily agree with the leader, they should be able to share their heart and concerns with them, and the leader should be open to opinions and corrections, but ultimately, we allow the leader to have the final say. We may not always agree at the time with what God commands us to do nor understand His way of thinking, but we continue to follow and obey because we trust that He knows all and everything will work out for our good. To be covered by a leader, and to have them bare the heaviest burdens, is a beautiful thing. Being a leader is hard, and there’s many things they may face that they don’t share with those under them because they don’t want to appear weak or have the others worry, but that’s why the least we can do is listen and encourage them, and not make things hard for them. Hebrews 13:17 says “Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves: for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.”

7. We Don’t Save People. Only God Does. And With Gifts of the Spirit, We Are All Equally Useful For Reaching The Lost
When I was first saved, I thought my knowledge and understanding of the word, my logical arguments, and other evidence would be able to convince anyone to convert, but boy was I wrong! Among my friends, they either didn’t believe God existed (and even if there was evidence, they still wouldn’t follow Him), they rejected God because of their lifestyle (ie LGBT, love of sin), or they were Christian but have left the faith due to church hurt or just wanting freedom. I knew a guy who got triggered and angry the second I brought up Jesus, and it was because his family asked God to safe his dad and God didn’t come through, so they all rejected the church and started consulting in shamans instead. It’s very discouraging when you’re so excited to share your faith, but everyone around you truly seems to hate and reject your God. But what makes this backlash worse is believing that it’s your responsibility to convert them, and if they aren’t saved in the end, it’s your fault….but that kind of thinking isn’t biblical at all. 

When I stumbled across verses that talked about pre-destination (Ephesians 1:4-5+11, Romans 8:29-30, Romans 9:15-16, Acts 13:48), it was quite humbling, but also assuring. God already knows who will be saved because He chose them before the universe was even created. He knows His sheep and they hear His voice (John 10:27-28). And God gives them the power and knowledge to believe the truth and be saved (John 1:12). All we can do is sow seeds and water them, but the harvest is of the Lord’s (1 Corinthians 3:6). Now, I know some people reject pre-destination because they assume that means God made people do evil so they’d be damned (double pre-destination), but my understanding is we are all destined to hell by default since we are born into sin and we all fall short (Romans 3:23, 5:12+19), but God chose to have grace and mercy on a few (Romans 9:15). And while God would totally love to save every single person (John 3:16, 1 Timothy 2:4, 2 Peter 3:9, Ezekiel 33:11), love has to be choice. And just like how not every single person would like you or me, there’s no way every single person would like God. It’s been interesting evangelizing as I may be sharing a verse that brings me great hope and joy, but it actually despise the other. For example, I love that God is jealous, but others think He’s clingy and prefer freedom. And of course, many people don’t like our God because He ‘killed many innocent people’ in the bible, but to me as one of God’s chosen children, it’s reassuring that if I was ever in danger, surrounded by enemies, ‘a thousand shall fall at my side, and ten thousand at my right hand’ (Psalm 91:7). While God loves everyone, He has a special love and protective nature for those who are His. And at the end of the day, believing in God isn’t so much the issue as it is believing that He is good and that He is love. Satan’s biggest lie to humanity is that God is lying and is holding out on us, so we have overcome this world when we believe that God is who He says He is: loving, kind, compassionate, full of mercy, sacrificial, generous, etc. 

Lastly, I want to touch on gifts because they are the best tool to reaching the lost. If you grew up in a church like mine that doesn’t believe God speaks and claims gifts have ceased, you have no choice but to believe in your own words, strategies, charisma, and such to reach the lost…but if gifts were made for the church, and the church still exists now…and the Holy Spirit is in us and He is actively working to bring people to Himself…why would we think gifts are no longer active? Now, I’m not talking about random gibberish tongues that doesn’t edify anyone, I’m talking gifts of healing, prophesy, faith, miracles, and words of wisdom and knowledge (Romans 12:6-8). God knows what someone needs to hear in that moment, and He knows what is needed to convert their hearts. If we are heeded to Him, He could give us information that no one else could possible know, and that would cause the person to believe.

Sure, we could certainly shove countless verses down their throat and make them feel condemned, could even argue logically with an atheist on why our faith is real….but perhaps, all they needed was a hug and to be told ‘God still loves you’ because they are broken inside and believed God rejected them due to their past. I always love hearing stories of people who were just outside going about their business when they hear God telling them to give a random person their last $25, or to tell them a very random phrase, and while they didn’t really want to or thought it was very weird, they chose to be obedient. To the receiver, they were just asking God for help or for a sign, and in that moment, they knew He was real and went on to give their lives to Him. As much as a charismatic preacher may fill up seats, a more humble and slow preacher who is filled with the Holy Spirit will actually touch hearts. I read a book on prayer in my first year and it made the point, ‘how dare we try to do God’s work without Him?’ and that’s something to truly meditate on. All in all, I could study for years and create books filled with arguments to defend God, but a person who never studied at all but is abiding in God and received a word would have way better results at reaching the lost, Additionally, I would pat myself on the back if I thought I won a soul, but the other person could only give God the glory for it, and that is what God wants and prefers. 

8. Character Attracts More People Than Apologetics And Arguments
Christians are known to talk the talk, but rarely do we walk the walk, and this is a big issue. At the end of the day, even if someone gave you the most amazing and compelling argument for their religion, if that individual isn’t someone you’d actually want to be like, or they’re more miserable and struggling way more than you are, their faith isn’t going to appeal to you. A lot of unbelievers have shared that they like the teachings of Jesus and what God has to offer, but due to the judgement they’ve felt or hypocrisy they’ve seen amongst church goers, they aren’t interested in joining. But imagine if we actually reflected God’s loving, kind, patient, gentle, sacrificial, humble heart. Imagine if we had joy, peace, and hope that no one else in this world seems to have. Imagine if we truly lived holy (set apart) lives and kept our God’s law even when mocked or persecuted for it. Only then would someone really listen to what we have to offer, but they may even ask and inquire first. If we live such good lives among unbelievers, 1 Peter 2:12 says they too may start to glorify our God. We also need to practice being more satisfied with all we have instead of complaining or envying what others have, as those are sins in itself (Philippians 2:14, 1 Corinthians 10:10, Proverbs 24:1, Exodus 20:17 [10th commandment]).

Additionally, the bible says people will know us by our love, especially the love we have for one another (John 13:35), so we really do need to practice loving everyone, not gossiping, not slandering, not hating, nor mocking, not judging other people. Of course we’re not going to be perfect, but we should strive to be holy as God is holy, while still being humble enough to confess our sins and faults to other people. We need to be people who others can be honest with and feel compassion and comfort from, because God listens to us and has compassion and comforts us. Our arms need to be open to anyone as God’s are. Remember, God delivered Israel before asking if they wanted to be in covenant with Him and giving them His law, and Jesus as well died for our sins and invites us into relationship with Him before He starts to change our heart. Don’t get this backwards and expect others to convert and be perfect before loving them. No one should have to earn your love because God loves freely, even His enemies. Matthew 5:44-46 tells us to ‘love our enemies, bless those who curse us, do good to those who hate us, and pray for them that despitefully use us and persecute us, that we may be the children of our Father which is in heaven, for He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust. If we only love them that love us, what reward have we? Aren’t others just the same?’. Our love will attract more people to God than arguments and condemnation ever could.

And another important point to consider is that, while Christians in the West may make converting to Christianity seem like such a simple choice, and the gospel certainly is so simple that a child could understand and believe, I think we underestimate that a lot of the unbelieving world knows that they will have to give up a lot of their lives and even their identities and securities before committing to Christ. For some people, they aren’t ready or willing to convert just yet because they have a lot of worldly dreams, pleasures, and desires that they would like to do first, things they know the bible condemns. And for people who live in persecuted countries or who have families of other faiths like Muslims, choosing to believe in Christ could mean losing their loved ones, their homes, and even their lives. We can try to still convince them by saying they’ll have a new spiritual family or a better life above, but unless people can get a taste of that beforehand, it’s a tremendous risk and sacrifice that many people aren’t ready for. Are you willing to give them a room if they get kicked out? Would you be able to give them a good job if they walk away from prostitution? Can you assure them health if they stop seeing their witch doctor? Can you guarantee protection if they leave their satanic cult or gang? We have to have empathy for people and understand that most would rather stay somewhere safe and comfortable, especially if they feel loved and supported there, rather than take a big gamble into the unknown and possible lose everything, and we have to respect them for at least ‘counting the costs’ (Luke 14:26-33) instead of making this life-altering decision ignorantly or flippantly. It really isn’t that easy of a choice for many people, but we could make it easier if we show them the love of God and can prove that the body of Christ will protect and provide for them.

9. And Arguing In General Is Pointless and Ungodly
This was one of the biggest things the bible has ever confronted me with. I thought that getting others to hear and know the truth was of the greatest priority, but if we’re not doing it in love, we are like resounding gong or clanging cymbals (nails on a chalkboard in modern terms) (1 Corinthians 13:1), and we risk pushing people further away from God. The bible makes it clear that those who have ears to hear will hear (Matthew 11:15). Jesus also got frustrated when the Pharisees didn’t understand Him and said ‘they are of their father the devil…when he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own, for he is a liar and the father of it. And because I tell you the truth, ye believe me not’ (John 8:43:45). He also told Pilate that ‘everyone that is of the truth hearteh my voice’ (John 18:37). He also said “He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.” (Luke 10:16). Thus, if someone really didn’t care to hear the biblical wisdom I was sharing, or they were even mocking and spitting on it, I shouldn’t be wasting time on them, let alone, arguing with them, getting frustrated, and perhaps even saying or doing things in the flesh out of anger. The first verse that made me rethink my approach was “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.” (Matthew 7:6). I was giving my precious jewels of wisdom and love to people who really were trampling on them and then taking it out on me, but I should have been wise. If they aren’t ready to receive the gospel, I pray for them, and allow God to do His work in them in His own good timing. 

When it comes to other believers, boy, quite a few of us love to argue. We argue in church, we argue online, we make videos to rebuke and confront each other, and complain about each other, and fight about which denomination is right, and which rules are binding and this and that….but we have all been disobedient to the word of God. James 3:14-18 says “But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth. This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.” 2 Timothy 2:23-26 also says “But foolish and unlearned questions avoid, knowing that they do gender strifes. And the servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all men, apt to teach, patient, In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth; And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his will.” Titus 3:9-11 adds “9 But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain. A man that is an heretick after the first and second admonition reject; Knowing that he that is such is subverted, and sinneth, being condemned of himself.” If Jesus it he Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6), and the bible says we should live peaceably with all men (Hebrews 12:14, Romans 12:18), clearly, someone who is always caught up striving and arguing with people isn’t following God’s ways. I’ve repented of this mindset, and my relationships have certainly gotten better too! 

10. We wrestle not against Flesh and Blood, so We Shouldn’t Get Frustrated With People
Just before I was truly saved, and for quite some months afterwards, Ephesians 6:12 really stuck to me. It reads “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” When you’re carnally minded and conditioned by this world (and even more so if you live in a city like Babylon, mixed with various cultures and religions, and all media is acceptible), you won’t really see it. As mentioned in my testimony, I didn’t think about the spiritual world at all. I knew God, angels, and demons existed mentally, but I didn’t understand or believe they had any effect on our world until late 2022. But it is true that satan controls this world, and most media is influenced by him. Not only was sin like fornication, lying, gossip, murder, love of money and this world and so on in the majority of shows, along with lust, pride, and partying in the majority of music, but the majority of kids shows would feature magic and witchcraft in a positive light. The education system would tell you that God doesn’t exist and we need to think logically and scientifically, often pushing evolution as fact instead of the theory it is, and we can always check out books, the internet or AI for answers instead of asking God. Hospitals and pharmacies have also been made so we would depend on human innovation and drugs instead of seeking God and His natural remedies for healing, and science is always trying to push the boundaries to not only make men live forever, even trying to make us cyborgs by installing technology in our bodies…and people are all for it! More and more people are losing their critical thinking skills and they’re excited about the convenience of technology, even if it means less freedom and privacy. 

Despite my rant, I’m not worried. Revelation tells us about a time when people will take the mark of the beast, and without it, they cannot buy and sell. Doesn’t that sound like a kind of microchip? It also tells us about man bowing down to an image of sorts, and it certainly sounds like AI or some kind of hologram. Technology is pushing us towards this time, and it makes sense why even tech leaders don’t think humanity will continue on for much longer. Sadly, most Christians aren’t aware of this because their bibles have been collecting dust and they’re too caught up with the world. So many homes have a bible, but they have been collecting dust for decades, and most Christians don’t even go to church these days, though churches often only cover a small portion of what the bible actually teaches. Studies say only 5% of Christians hold a biblical world view, so it’s not wonder why God’s people are destroyed from lack of knowledge (Hosea 4:6). After Ephesians 6:12, we’re told to put on the armor of God, but if people don’t know what the bible has to say, they’re missing out because the majority of it is rooted in knowledge, understanding, and belief in God’s word, such as the Belt of Truth, the Shield of Faith, and the Sword of the Spirit. Always remember that Satan used the word of God to try to tempt Jesus, but Jesus knew the word better and was able to counter his attacks. If false teachers and heretical churches were teaching 100% bull$h!t, trust me, only a very small fraction would fall for it, but usually they’re speaking at least 90% truth, and the rest is twisted scriptures or external interpretation, and then they keep you there through either fear (being told you’ll go to hell if you leave, or you’ll be ex-communicated) or pride (you believe the group is special or wiser than the rest of humanity, that you know something no one else knows). 

Continuing on, what made learning about spiritual warfare so heartbreaking for me was thinking about the many people who we just mark off as ‘crazy’ may actually be demonically possessed or oppressed. Drug addicts, schizophrenics, and other mental illnesses like bipolar disorder and depression, and even some health problems that modern medicine can’t seem to solve, a lot of these people may be dealing with demons. Not all of them, I’m not saying everyone needs an exorcism, but in the bible, we’re told about people who were crazy and uncontrollable, people who were sick, and even people who were dumb or deaf, who were healed and acting completely normal after a demon was casted out of them (Matthew 8:16, Matthew 10:1, Mark 5:9, Mark 16:17, Luke 8:30, Luke 11:14-28). What made me so sad was thinking that, if I previously came across people who were dealing with this (and I certainly noticed the signs in individuals I knew only then), I wasn’t in a place spiritually to help them. All Christians have the power to cast out demons in the name of Jesus, but the bible shows us clearly that some demons only come out through prayer and fasting (Matthew 17:21, Mark 9:29), and other demons are so powerful that if you’re not a known child of God and they don’t see you as a threat to their kingdom, they can attack you as well (Acts 19:15-17). Casting out demons isn’t something you do casually. And if you’re living in sin or messing with the occult, you could open doors and allow them into your life as well. All that to say, the Christian population, especially in the West, we’re not ready for such spiritual battles because most are ignorant, many are doubtful about the power of God, and others are walking in darkness. The holier we walk though, the more God’s presence will shine in us, and the bigger threat we are against the kingdom of darkness. Satan knows our weaknesses and he can use other people to cause us to sin, especially unsaved boyfriends or girlfriends, thus why we need to be equally yoked and cautious of the influences around us.

11. We Need To Look At The Log In Your Own Eye To Avoid Pride and Hypocrisy
The worst thing about pride is that we never see in ourselves. As humans, it makes sense that we do, believe, and say what we think is right, or at least what they think would benefit them most and they won’t feel bad about it. There are many people who commit crimes, and while some will deny any wrongdoing, others can admit it was against the law but still feel justified in doing it. For example, a hungry person may think it’s fine to steal groceries, but at the end of the day, it’s still theft. And the funniest part about humanity, that same person may hear about kids stealing clothes from a boutique and judge them for stealing….but who’s to say those kids didn’t need to raise money for their families or schooling? Maybe they felt trapped in a gang and had no choice. We can all make excuses to brush off the bad we do, while looking down on others for doing the same thing without considering their reasons or circumstances. Romans 2:1 addresses this though, “Therefore thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things.” Regardless of your whys, you are both guilty before God, and until we can confess without shifting blame like Adam and Eve did, we must not think we have truly been forgiven. 1 John 1:8-10 says “8 If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.” 

Now, a verse that made one of the biggest shifts in my walk was Matthew 7:1-5. You probably heard the first line, as many non-Christians use it when we point out their sins, but they ignore the rest which is the most important of it. The whole portion reads “Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye.” To be clear, Christians are to judge, and we’re told we will judge the world and angels in the end (1 Corinthians 6:2-3), but we must practice righteous judgement (John 7:24). If there is an actual issue, such as someone hitting the other’s car in the church parking lot, or someone claiming a member stole their necklace, we don’t brush it aside and ignore it. We handle it like we would in court so the issue can be settled, and we’re even told to handle matters amongst ourselves instead of bringing them to the ‘unjust’ via worldly courts (1 Corinthians 6:1-8). But when it comes to how people live their lives, while we can advise out of love and concern, what matters first and foremost is that we look at ourselves and fix ourselves before we ever feel like we have the right or authority to tell others how to fix theirs. 

People often view Christians as hypocrites, and honestly, for the most part, we are right! We judge the rest of the world for the music they listen to, how they dress, for the activities they enjoy, for fornicating, for being gay and such…..but if you were to compare the average Christian to the bible which we claim to believe, love, and obey, they probably see countless ways in which we fall short. Maybe we lie, or gossip, or slander. Maybe we’re envious and jealous, and unsatisfied with what we have. Maybe we’re quite mean and selfish, never volunteering or helping others in need. Maybe we have our own idols, worshipping celebrities and Kpop stars. It is said that the Christian divorce rate is just as high as the rest of the world, even though we should have a higher regard for marriage and faithfulness. Some of us are workaholics, or occupied with sports games, so we don’t make time for church or the God in whom we claim to serve. Perhaps our words are sour and hurtful, and not a fountain of life as they should be. When the people around us need love and comforting, we brush them aside with a verse and tell them to handle it themselves cause we’re busy or tired. Maybe we claim to be Christian, but don’t really fear God nor believe in His word, and we may even be practicing pagan rituals and witchcraft. Maybe we praise God with our lips, but our hearts are far from Him….. Let us pray fervently and ask God directly the many ways we fall short. Let us pray that He removes our pride and humble us so we could better obey His laws and reflect Him to the world. 

12. God Instructs Us To Live A Quiet Life
Thanks to social media, everyone is seeking a platform and wants their opinions to be heard. Everyone wants followers and likes because they want attention, and it may also become a good source of income. But compared to a decade ago where people at least made original, funny, or valuable content, most people are just copying trends, or reacting/reposting other people’s videos, or just sharing the most basic information while acting like it’s new or surprising. You don’t have to be smart, talented, or creative to get a following, you just have to appease the algorithm by posting regularly and using trending music. But let’s consider a couple verses, shall we? 1 Thessalonians 4:10b-12 says “but we beseech you, brethren, that ye increase more and more; And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you; That ye may walk honestly toward them that are without, and that ye may have lack of nothing.” And 1 Timothy 2:1-4 says “I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men; For kings, and for all that are in authority; that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior; Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth.” I remember talking to a church friend who looked up to street preachers and desired to be as bold as them, but I was turned off from those videos due to their loudness and pride, and more so knowing they like arguments and putting down people as that’s more likely to get views and shares, and in turn, more revenue….but this really isn’t the way of Christ. 

For me personally, I had this blog and Instagram before I was saved. I was initially inspired to write to fill a hole in Japanese music resources, and my Instagram simply follows my journey from beginner to the stage. I never followed the trends nor cared to post daily just to be popular. But after I was saved, while it was certainly tempting to start creating Christian content, the most I did was updated my profiles to reflect that I am Christian, sharing my testimony so people will know I’m not really covering anime music anymore, and a couple articles that fit my niche such as making a list of Japanese Christian Artists and some articles on whether Anime is safe for Christians, but for the most part, I really don’t post much compared to before. Besides a couple posts sharing what I’m up to, I didn’t care to exploit my churches just to create content. Worship is a private thing and I don’t want to feel extra self conscious cause I’m also recording myself. I also don’t feel I have much else to add. There is no private interpretation of the bible, so even if I felt I learned something on my own, chances are, someone has already written or made a video about it, and I don’t need to go on to make my own content about it. I’m thankful for the many teachers and passionate Christians who do share their little nuggets and insight as I have learned a lot, but like my blog, I don’t feel a need to say what’s already been said. And the closer I got to God, the less I cared about posting or being seen by people in general. I’m thankful that I got to transform in my own little private cocoon instead of having all my mistakes and bad theology and this and that on display for the world to see, judge, and criticize.

I feel sympathy for creators who converted and instantly started making Christian content, because it’s brutal out there. People expect you to be an authority figure and an example even though you’re a baby in the faith, and everyone is trying to correct or challenge your theology and judge you because you’re still doing things you used to do, and there’s just not much space to grow or admit mistakes without everyone attacking you. No matter what you share, someone, whether it’s your old fans or pharisees, are going to leave negative comments. And on the other side, some babes with a platform become very prideful and cocky thinking that all these other teachers are wrong and they end up getting into fights with them, and they end up making videos telling everyone to avoid you….and after a few more months or years, many of them end up leaving the faith anyways. That’s why 1 Timothy 3:6 warns “Not a novice, lest being lifted up with pride he fall into the condemnation of the devil.” The wilderness season is important, and I talk about that more in a later point. The world may praise and look up to the loudest people with the biggest platforms, but there is peace and comfort that comes from being quieter and only speaking to people you encounter in your real life.

13. God Also Tells Us To MIND OUR OWN BUSINESS
If only more people knew this was a command in the bible, the Christian community would be so different! How many of us grew up in churches where people were always looking at the visitors or guests and secretly talking to one another about them. Maybe some will inquire about your life, just to gossip to others about you. As much as people may want to make prayer requests or confess, it’s often too scary to because we know people will pass it on and judge us for it. People have learned to be private because they know others don’t really care, they aren’t interested in helping, but it makes them feel better when they hear others are struggling or facing sins that they don’t. But you know, the bible has a whole lot to say about ‘gossipers’, ‘slanderers’ and ‘busybodies’. For example, Proverbs 20:19 “He that goeth about as a talebearer revealeth secrets: therefore meddle not with him that flattereth with his lips.”, James 4:11 ” Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge.”, Proverbs 16:28 ” A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.” and Leviticus 19:16 “Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people: neither shalt thou stand against the blood of thy neighbour; I am the Lord.”. 

Now, in my own life, I was never that kind of person to spread rumors and gossip as I only care for the truth. I may ask the individual of the story directly and then keep it to myself. Or if I have to reference something as an example or to advise another, I would keep names out of it. I will admit to complaining and ranting about people, and I have learned that even if my story is 100% true, it is still considered gossip and slandering since it is behind their back and they don’t have the opportunity to share their side and defend themselves, which in turn causes division or people treating them differently, and that is still a sin, so I have been working on it. Biblically, if we have an issue with someone, we either have grace and let it go, or we take it up with that person directly first.

But continuing on, my main issue when it comes to minding my own business was that I would be so involved in people’s lives and feel anxious when I don’t know what’s going on with them. Now, this really wasn’t done with malicious intent, but due to my anxious attachment, I felt like I needed to know so I could help them, be there for them, and make them happy. The more I knew, the better friend I could be. I think part of this eagerness started when I was in high school and we’d hear or watch videos about people who committed suicide, and their friends and family would always say ‘they had no idea they were suicidal’, and I was stunned. If I was really close to someone, I would pay enough attention to tell when they were acting or talking differently (even over text), and I would keep asking until they tell me what’s wrong….but before it would even get that far, I would try to make them happy, check in on them, give them gifts, help them out if they’re struggling etc….But as we continued to grow up, and friends got caught up with boyfriends or jobs or streaming/influencing or whatever, they didn’t make much time to respond to me, and I didn’t feel like they cared much about me or our friendship, even though they were always on my mind.  Regardless, as I quoted in the last point, the bible says to mind my own business. Peter also got a rebuke when he inquired what John’s future would hold and Jesus said ‘what’s it to you?’. At the end of the day, while I thought I was being loving and caring, I was actually trying to play God in their lives, hoping that I could be their hero and that they’d be more attached to me, but they really need to learn to deal with their own problems, face their own consequences, and seek God in times of need. It is freeing when you stop trying to save people and control situations all the time, that’s for sure! 

14. People Pleasing Isn’t Biblical. In Fact, It’s Breaking The First Commandment
As mentioned above, people pleasing was a big part of my life. I thought it was just because I loved and cared about them and wanted them to be happy, but the root of it was an anxious attachment and the fear of being abandonned. My father abandoned me, my brother abused me, and my mom was only happy with me if I did what she wanted when she wanted, so I grew up never believing that people enjoyed my presence, or that my thoughts and feelings mattered. I was only wanted if I was useful, and I fought to make sure people felt I brought value to their lives. I will say, watching some Carl Jung videos will change you, that’s for sure. It was important for me to realize that people really don’t care about me, and that people pleasing is actually manipulative because I’m trying to control how others see me. That one really hit hard because I was convinced I was doing these things out of pure intentions, but now I had to second guess my whole life and see just how far my trauma went. Now, Carl Jung would suggest you to just accept and embrace the oppressed shadow self, but I took a more biblical approach with it. The depression, bitterness, anger, and neglect I locked deep down inside, I brought it to God for healing. I’m still in the progress, I’m not fully healed yet, but just understanding why certain thoughts and feelings would come up has really opened my eyes to who I really am underneath who I thought I was all this time. 

Now, for the most part, people pleasing will get you pretty far in life, no doubt about it! But when it comes to our Christian walk, it is a greater barrier than anything. The very first commandment is “Thou shalt have no other gods before me”. Around the time I was saved, I thought I kept that commandment because I didn’t ever mess with other religions or witchcraft or anything like that, I didn’t bow down to any idols or pray to any other gods…..but when I thought about what was on the throne of my heart, it was other people. They were who I wanted to talk to, who I worked hard to please, who I wanted to connect with the most. And even if I didn’t worship artists or kpop idols like other people did, I still praised them and talked about them more than my own God…thus, I knew this was something I had to change, but I still struggled so hard. For some reason, even though they would take days, weeks, even months to reply to me, the minute they did, I rushed to respond. Even when I was about to kneel down to pray, I would choose to talk to them instead because I didn’t know how long they’d be on, or when I’d hear from them again. I was so lonely, so I was sopping up the few breadcrumbs people would throw at me…and yet, God is right here all the time, watching me, and eager to talk to me. It’s true that we don’t appreciate what we see as available or easy. My friends didn’t appreciate me, and I didn’t appreciate God, but God deserved it. I knew that mentally, but still had to go through a lot of inner work to realize why I was people pleasing or so attached to people in the first place (as mentioned in above point).

As much as I truly did love God and wanted to be fully dedicated to Him, I still had a deep fear of people leaving me…but what have they ever really done for me? I enjoyed their presence and conversation, but clearly, I wasn’t a priority nor brought much joy to them if they could go weeks without looking at my message. My ego which saw myself as a good and faithful friend who replied fast and was always there for people, what good does it if I don’t even get somewhat of the same treatment in return? I could be sending them a message from my death bed, and they wouldn’t know til I passed away. It’s true that people will show you what you mean to them. We all have our phones in our hands and we make time for what matters, so I had to accept where I stood and learn to enjoy my own company and God’s more. At the end of the day, I do desire to be obedient to God’s word in every way possible, and if people pleasing is a sin, then it must be broken. I do desire to have real 2-way conversations with God, but I know I have to be quiet and still enough for Him to do so, and that could only happen if I wasn’t so mentally occupied with pleasing my family, friends, bosses, and whoever else that may request my attention. The world will be fine without me. I’ll end this point off with a couple more verses: Galatians 1:10 ” For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.” and Proverbs 29:25 “The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe.” 

15. Boundaries are Biblical and are Quite Necessary For Peace
Above, I talked about learning to mind my own business and not care so much about other people, and also not trying to please them so much, but what about how other people treat me or what they inquire of me? Anxiously attached people or kids who faced complex trauma like myself usually don’t have boundaries. We are an open book, and we respond to everything and do anything as we figure that would make people happiest with us. We were told growing up that being open and honest makes you a good and trustworthy person, so we aren’t shy to divulge a lot of personal and intimate information. Additionally, our ‘no’s were never respected, so even if we didn’t want to do something, we were forced to do it. Privacy wasn’t really a thing either. Thus, as we continue to grow, the thought of boundaries is completely foreign to us. When others have boundaries, we take it as rejection because why wouldn’t someone else be open if we are open? It can be really awkward and embarrassing if we just shared our whole lives trauma dumping on someone, and they don’t want to answer a single questions bout themselves….but that’s on us. 

As much as we may think love means giving every bit of ourselves to someone without hiding or holding anything back, Jesus shows us something different. Jesus gave more than we could ever imagine, and there were times He was tired but continued to work as He was moved with compassion, but even so, He only did what He and the Father wanted to do. There were many times people wanted Him to stay in a city so he could continue to heal or help others, but He went on to the next city anyways. There were times His family came looking for Him and He appeared to have brushed them aside. As busy as you would assume He was, we know He still slept well, and would go out alone early in the morning to be alone with His Father. And there were times He had Him and His disciples go off into a mountain to be alone. After His resurrection, while His disciples wanted Him to stay, He had to go so the Holy Spirit could come down and be with us. And speaking of disciples, while tens of thousands of people would listen or follow Him, He only chose 12 to stay by His side, and He would regularly take His 3 closest friends to witness or know something the rest of them wouldn’t. You would think if anyone was to be an open book, it would be God who created all of us, right? And while the Bible is accessible to everyone, God can blind people from seeing and knowing the truth (John 12:38-40). Many people pray, even unbelievers, but God says “no” to a lot of them. When people challenge and test God, He doesn’t come crawling to them beginning them to believe or trust Him, He allows them to walk away. While God desires love from His creation, He’s not going to beg for it, nor will He allow people to use Him like a doormat to try to earn it. He gives us so many good things, including His own son on the cross, and if that’s not enough to win us over, so be it. 

As many of us have said and noticed, hell really is a choice. God gave us a free ticket to heaven, but if people really don’t want to spend eternity with Him, then He’ll let them go to a place without Him, a place where none of His goodness or gifts is visible. For some reason, everyone seems to think everyone goes to heaven, but heaven is God’s home. God can only dwell among holiness and purity, and it’s part of why He can’t dwell on earth as much as He wants to….but for those who accepted His invitation, God has been given permission to sanctify and purify us into holy beings that are good enough to be in heaven with Him. For others, if they reject God and don’t want to be changed, why would God allow them to ruin His beautiful, peaceful home? Not only is that unjust since their sins are not paid for, but that would ruin the experience for everyone else there as well. As loving and kind as God is, He has boundaries, and that is one of them. So let’s learn from our heavenly Father and our Lord Jesus Christ. 

16. The Tongue Truly Is An Unruly Poison, and We Need To Train It Seriously
Almost all of my above points can be reflect in the verse James 3:8 “But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.” The following two verses also make a valid point “Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God. Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.”As I said in my testimony, I was outwardly obedient for the most part, I could easily pass as Christian with my kindness, helpfulness, morals and such….but my tongue, let me tell you. Even if it was my digital tongue via texting, it still counts. I talked A LOT. And while a lot of it was good, useful, insightful, and even holy information, based on the bible, if there’s one thing I felt very deeply in my soul, it’s that I need to shut up. Proverbs has been especially convicting, such as Proverbs 29:11 “A fool uttereth all his mind: but a wise man keepeth it in till afterwards.” and Proverbs 10:19 “In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.”

I’ve wasted so much time and energy casting my pearls towards swine when I could have spent that time being intimate with my heavenly Father. I used to get so riled up arguing with people when they had no interest in changing their mind in the first place. And knowing that demons can be working through people to make me act in the flesh made me realize how foolish I was for taking the bait. If I was complaining, I’m representing my faith badly because I’m not satisfied with all the blessings and the eternal life I’ve been given. When we rant to our loved ones, we’re spreading such negativity, and chances are, we’re also gossiping or slandering another person when we should have more mercy and grace towards them, and handle our problems one on one before including other people (Matthew 5:23–24). And worst of all, knowing about the spiritual world, any personal information shared outloud or with the wrong people can be used by demons and witches against us. If you boast about getting married or having a baby or getting a big promotion to someone who secretly despises you, they may put a curse or spell on you which could cause you to lose those things before it even happens. 

People often quote the verse that ‘life and death are in the power of the tongue’ (Proverbs 18:21) and it truly is. Have you ever meditated on the fact that Jesus is the WORD of God (John 1:1-14), and the bible is also the WORD of God. God communicates with us mainly through words because it can go past the spiritual and into our physical ears and brains. Music is simply words that are sung, and that’s why it also has so much power over us. Another thing to consider is just how much God hates lying and false witnesses, and yet, us humans consider it one of the smallest sins. If you look at the verses that talk about the 7 things God hates from Proverbs 6:16-19 “16 These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, 18 An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.” you’ll notice half of them have to do with words directly (lying, discord), and the other half could likely be expressed or planned out through words (pride, wicked imaginations, running into mischief). As much I thought being open and honest was the priority, it’s clear that ‘there is a time to speak and a time to keep silence’ (Ecclesiastes 3:7), that ‘no corrupt communication proceeds out of our mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying’ (Ephesians 4:29), and that our ‘speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that we may know how to answer every man’ (Colossians 4:6), 

17. There Are No Private Interpretations…
It’s quite funny how many denominations are based on a private interpretation from their leaders or founders, some of the biggest being SDA, Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses. The bible warns us that ‘if anyone, even an angel, speaks any other gospel than this one, they are to be accursed’ (Galatians 1:8-9), and yet, people go on believing them. Now, false churches are quite easy to spot if you actually read the bible or watched the countless videos exposing them, but there has arised a new group of people who also claim to have unique or special revelations from God, and those are content creators and influencers. Anyone could become big online by saying ‘God told me…’ and just sharing the most basic information that could apply to a huge portion of the population. Other people can set dates of Jesus’s return to get people to check in, and when the date passes, they make some excuse and carry on with another date. Now, we shouldn’t be at all surprised about this. The bible says many false prophets will arise in the last day, and it also tells us people will be attracted to them because they have itching ears ( ) and don’t have the love of the truth (). But you know what else I noticed? A lot of these ideas and methods are very common in cults and the occult. Part of their biggest appeal is making members feel like they are a part of some special club. Maybe only they will go to heaven, or that only they are smart enough to understand and believe. These organizations also common have fear somewhere, such as those who leave would be ex-communicated, killed, or doomed to hell, thus making them extra hard to leave. I’ve even heard of businesses or individuals hosting ‘spiritual retreats’ where they could meet god or have some spiritual awakening, but they often cost thousands and thousands of dollars, and thus only the rich and priviledged could attend.

But here’s the thing, our God doesn’t gatekeep, nor does He hide certain information behind certain people or paywalls. Anything someone else could know and understand from the bible, you can too! Even if someone doesn’t have access to a bible, God can give them revelation directly, or send a missionary to them to teach them, for free! Thus, any person or denomination who claims to have the only true revelation, or some external book from God is clearly lying. Anything that is actually true from the bible, such as the trinity and Jesus dying on the cross to atone for our sins, should be foundational to any true church. Of course, there are some grey matters in which there are verses to support it, but it may also not be super obvious, or some aren’t sure if it still applies, such as food laws, but we’re told not to worry so much or judge about those things as they don’t really have anything to do with our holiness or our relationship with God. Our heart matters way more than what we eat or what day we rest on. At times, it can be frustrating when you see soooooo much evidence for something and yet most Christians seem to not believe it, (and I could go on a whole rant about the rapture for example…I’ve made a 50+ page document full of verses to defend it if you care to hear), but because so many churches believe in replacement theology or still believe works matters to an extent or just because their leader said otherwise, they have pushed certain teachings out and there’s no discussion about it. But for the Christian who sees clearly, it can be heartbreaking as certain theologies can really put God in a bad light, or it even spits on the cross since we still have to work to be saved or prove ourselves. Just something to think about. 

18. We Are A New Creature In Christ, So We Can Let Go Of Personas, Possessions, People And The Past
For some reason, people view religion as something that you just kinda sprinkle over your life. You can be exactly who you were, but religion identifies your views on ‘god’ and the afterlife, or how you view good/bad and the meaning of life. It’s mostly in your head, but you may also visit or attend a place of worship now and then, and/or confide in a spiritual leader about your future or problems. More recently, I watched Sister Act for an article, and at the beginning, we are introduced to the mob boss who was having an affair with the main character, and while he kept saying he would leave his wife for her, he went to confession and the priest told him he shouldn’t or he would go to hell. Mind you, this same guy orders the death of a guy not long after that, and then chases after the main character to kill her too since she was a witness, thus why she had to hid in a convent as a Sister. And btw, she grew up in catholic school but was a troublesome kid, and it was implied that she really had no interest for a holy life since she was a lounge singer sleeping around…but I guess it’s fine the lead the choir if it means more people would come. It was a cute movie, I’m not hating on the characters, and I think the love of the sisters for the main character clearly had a positive effect on the main character, but the fact that this is a secular movie and many people around the world love it (even Japan which only has about 2% Christian population now and was probably much smaller at it’s release), shows that we don’t mind sprinkling a little faith and religion and spiritual ideas around if it’s chill or entertaining. But God calls us to a more serious dedication and a radical transformation.

We’re told not only to love God with all our heart, soul, and mind (Matthew 22:37), but we’re told to be living sacrifices for Him (Romans 12:1), to not be unequally yoked with unbelievers (2 Corinthians 6:14), and to be Holy as our God is Holy (1 Peter 1:16). We’re told to pray at all times without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17) and ask for our daily spiritual bread (Matthew 6:11). We’re told to deny ourselves, take up our cross, and follow Jesus (Matthew 9:23, Luke 9:23, Mark 8:34). And we’re told that if we love the world, the love of the Father isn’t in us (1 John 2:15). All that to say, you gotta be all in for this walk. And usually to go all in, you have to let go of pretty much everything. Luke 14:26 says “If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple.” 1 John 2:15 says “Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.” And while that certainly seems like a big sacrifice, we gain so much more in Christ. 2 Corinthians 5:17 says “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” 1 Peter 2:9 says ” But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;” and Mark 10:29-30 says “And Jesus answered and said, Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, and the gospel’s, But he shall receive an hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life.”

I won’t be the first to admit that the pruning season is not fun at all. Usually, it starts with things we choose to give up, like our prized possessions and perhaps even some friends who weren’t good for you anyways. You may stop listening or watching secular things that clearly promote ungodly things, and may even step away from worldly commitments to make more time for God and church. But let me tell you, once you ask God to remove whatever He chooses and to make you more like Him, He really doesn’t hold back. He may ask you to forgive the person who has hurt you most so He could truly start to heal you and the bitterness you have buried deep down. He may cause you to lose your job so He can make you more reliant on Him. He may cause your closest friends to start ghosting you so you have more time to spend with Him. He may start exposing your secret sins and wicked desires to humble you and soften your heart. He may allow you to face the consequences of your more repeatitive sins so you can see why His commands are better for you. He may give you more wisdom and understanding so you could truly transform your thinking and become more like Him. Often, through Him refining you in the fire, what once seemed impossible or scary to do, now doesn’t seem so bad.

For me, my journals was one of my prized possessions as it not only had half my life of memories, but I realized, I needed them for validation, for evidence, to defend my identity…but those books was full of complaints, traumatic stories, and boasting. As much as I wanted to move on, if I were to read certain pages again, it would bring back certain emotions. So while there were some good stories and such in there, after 3.5 years of being saved, I was finally able to rip up every page, and man, do I feel free! Not only free mentally, but it has freed up space in my room, along with weight for when I move again. At the end of the day, I don’t want to think about the old me anymore. I used to be proud of her, and I still am at her resiliance, hopeful thinking and hard work, but otherwise, she was very foolish and quite embarrassing. With God, I was able to look back and get to the core of the issue within myself, but now I’m ready to move on and be a whole new person. Someone who is not defined or ruled by my trauma and fears, but one who is walking in confidence as a princess and priest to the King of the universe. I’ve decluttered so much over the 3 years that I’m pretty much a minimalist now, and I’m happy about that as it means if God ever asked me to go somewhere else, I don’t have any assets or anything like a lease to keep me here. And while that also means trusting Him more for my needs, I prefer it that way. After all, I don’t think we’ll be here long, and God told us to not worry about tomorrow, so I really am just taking it one day at a time. The old me used to dream so much that I created this blog called ‘Chromatic Dreamers’, but now, I’m just living in the present and trying to make the most of it <3 

19. The Wilderness Season And Rest Is Necessary, But Sadly Neglected By Most Christians
A lot of people get saved and instantly jump into ministry. And hey, I totally get it! When you’re truly touched by the gospel, you just want to share with everyone and live for Him. Churches are also eager for volunteers as they could always use more hands, so it’s easy to get a position serving too! …But this path is quite dangerous to the individual and those who may later be under their leadership or teaching. 1 Timothy 3:6-7 says “Not a novice, lest being lifted up with pride he fall into the condemnation of the devil. Moreover he must have a good report of them which are without; lest he fall into reproach and the snare of the devil.” And yet, how many new believers have turned their platform into a Christian channel and started teaching right away? Churches also don’t seem to mind letting anyone talented on their stage without even doing a background check or testing if they are really saved. This ought not so to be, but sadly people, even inside the church, are always pushing people to get to work right away and keep pushing til you die!

Biblically though, whenever God was about to call someone to later do big things for Him, He either isolated them in some way, allowed them time of preparation, or they were mentored and trained by someone who was truly walking in God’s footsteps before the mantle was passed onto them. For example, Abraham was told to leave his family and wondered for many years. Joshua was not only sold into slavery, but was in jail for quite some time before becoming 2nd only to Pharoah. Moses spent 40 years in the wild before coming back to deliver the Israelites from Egypt, and Joshua was mentored by Moses for over 40 years before taking over. Elijah spent 3.5 years in the wild during the drought, and spent another 40 days hiding alone after the showdown, and Elisha got to be mentored by Elijah before filling in as the next big prophet. David was on his own tending sheep and fighting wild beasts before he ever fought Goliath, and he was on the run for many years before becoming king. We know Jesus was already learning from Jewish leaders since he was 12, and even He still spent 40 days in the wilderness before starting His ministry. Paul as well, once he received his eyesight back, spent 3 years in Arabia before meeting the apostles and starting his ministry, writing the letters we all know and love. 

God is not in a rush. We live in an impatient world, but we need to learn to make time for God, not just His work, but for HIM. Just cause the devil never sleeps doesn’t mean we have to work at his pace. We may be eager to share our wisdom online and go out to evangelize or build churches to pastor over or make Christian music or whatever it may be…but we must not neglect the wilderness season. It’s through isolation where God can strip us of all the lies we cling to, all the identities we’ve built for ourselves, and expose us of all our insecurities and sins so He can make us who He needs us to be, someone who doesn’t care about human approval, and who will trust in Him even when they can’t see what the future may hold. So if you’re a babe in Christ, or you suddenly have an idea for ministry, don’t rush it. Ensure you pray about it and really consult with God if this is what He really wants you to do. Jumping in too soon may have you taking the wrong path or even getting burnt out. Don’t let others push or manipulate you either. Any church can say ‘you have this gift, serve with us’, but perhaps God is calling you to something outside of churches. He may want you in another country, or to attend the sick or the homeless, or simply to minister to your family at home. I get that a big platform and having many people come out to hear you can be tempting if we’re acting in the flesh, but it is a big responsibility. Leaders and teachers will be judged more harshly (James 3:1), so we shouldn’t be eager if we have yet to grow in the faith or be mentored by elders. 

Additionally, rest is so important. God established the Sabbath so we can rest, slow down, and learn to trust in God for our needs. Not only did Israel they rest every 7th day, but ever 7th year, and they would have a double year break every Jubillee, so they really had to trust God to provide enough food to last those years and for a good harvest in the future. While I don’t believe the sabbath is binding today, I do wish more people would adopt it because it’s nice having a full day with no responsibilities to focus on God and catch up on sleep. I get it though. When I was quite the hustler, I found myself cutting Sabbath short because I was so eager to build my business or finish an article, but now that I’m saved and I got my priorities in place, I love the Sabbath more than I ever did as a kid, especially cause I’m no longer under the burden of the law and can choose to keep it to draw closer to my God. Also, If you’re a people pleaser like I was, rest is even more important. You may have grown up not feeling like you could take a break cause something always needs to be done, or people are always asking if you could do something for them. But the Mary and Martha story in the bible totally changed my mindset in that regard. Jesus came over and Martha occupied herself attending to the guests, but then she saw her sister Mary chilling while listening to Jesus, and she complained to Jesus about it. But you know what Jesus did? He commanded Mary and said Martha was worried about too many things (Luke 10:38-42).

If Jesus gives Mary permission to sit and rest at His feet, then we too shouldn’t stress out doing all these things that aren’t really that important, or at least doesn’t have to be done today or tomorrow like cleaning. Even if it is for the good of other people, if it is distracting us from our quiet and intimate time with the Lord, changes need to be made. If you work too much and never give yourself time to rest and relax, not only will you burn out and possibly face health issues, but chances are, you’re going to build up resentment and bitterness against people who aren’t stepping in much, like your husband, kids, or coworkers. Like Martha, you’re going to be busy helping and serving, while others just get to lounge around and spend time socializing, and you’re probably going to look and judge those who aren’t doing much, but you’re free to sit around too! No one told Martha to do those things. She started up on her own, and then got angry at her sister for not helping. I didn’t want to be like Martha anymore, so I’ve learned to sit down and relax. God loves you for YOU! Not for what you do for Him. So if you’re doing those things because of your own ego or a desire to feel needed, it’s time to find your new identity in Christ and rest. His burden is easy and light. 

 

20. This world really is Vanity of Vanities. The Only Thing That Matters Is God and Souls.

I don’t know how many of you have read Ecclessiastes, but before I did, I was already coming to a similar conclusion as the writer was. If God made us for Himself, and if everything here will pass away one day, including our own bodies, our works, our achievements and such……does anything really matter? We do what we gotta do to survive but like otherwise…….? Some people work so hard for retirement, just to die before they retire. Some people work so hard building a company that may not even be successful. Some people finally get the house, car, clothes and possessions they desire just to have it all wiped away in a hurricane. We have all these dreams and desires that we think will make us happy, but usually, the joy is temporary and fleeting. The only thing that really matters at the end of the day are eternal things. Our relationship with God is of the utmost importance because He really is the only one we know will be with us forever. Other people may be in our life for now, but we don’t know if they’ll be faithful until one of us dies. Chances are, they are just here for a season. But even so, at least people have souls so there is a chance you will encounter them again in the next life.

But honestly, isn’t it so sad how many people prioritize fame, money, status, entertainment and temporary pleasures their families and friends, church and the kingdom to come, and of course, God? How often do we neglect our loved ones because we are too busy with work, or we’re scrolling on our phones when they’re right beside us? A lot of people have no problem using others to level up and then abandoning them once they are no longer needed. Humanity really has become so cold, heartless and selfish as the bible predicted (2 Timothy 3:2). At least way back, people really relied on their tribes and communities to live, and thus cared more about their neighbours, but we have the ability to live independently without seeing or talking to people…..and then we wonder why there is such a loneliness epidemic. I remember hearing a few preachers bring up the fact that, when you stand before God, He’s not going to care about how hard you worked or how much money you made, He’s going to ask how well you loved your brethren and the image bearers around you. What you do for the least of them, you do to and for Jesus (Matthew 25:40), so if you really don’t care about people, you’re living the most vain of lifestyles. Instead of focusing on what the world tells us we need to be happy and successful, and pursuing possessions that won’t last long, let’s set our heart on things above and the life to come. Still work hard and be a faithful servant in this life, but don’t let money, possessions, and status rule your heart and mind. Those things are fickle and you’ll never find lasting security or joy in them.

In Conclusion…
I was 28 when I was first truly born again and given the power and wisdom to understand God and the bible like never before. But even now at 32, God is still pruning me and teaching me more of His ways. The bible truly does transform you if you allow it to renew your mind. If you’re confused or uncertain about a concept that seems very clear in the bible, don’t just ignore it, nor allow your heart to grow doubt due to it, wrestle with God over it. Ask questions, do more research, consult with other people, but if there is more biblical evidence to support your opposing side, learn to accept it. Once you open up your heart to it, God will give you the wisdom for it to make sense to you. And from there, as you continue to learn and humble yourself to His ways which are above our own, He can give you more insight into other deeper and complex topics, and even reveal other secrets to you (Daniel 2:28, Amos 3:7).

If you have any biblical questions, feel free to reach out to me! I still don’t claim to be a master of the bible or a mature Christian in any way, but you never know what you can learn from a brother or sister in Christ. If we’re humble, anyone can teach us, and you’d be surprised at what even children know and see if you allow them to speak. But for now, I’m about to embrace my wilderness season and truly be alone with God. I clearly still have a lot of issues and still need time to fully embrace and be transformed by the revelations I had above. I don’t know where God will call me to afterwards, but I’ve consecrated my life to Him and willing to go wherever He wants me to go. I don’t have any dreams or plans for the future, so I’m fine with whatever path He may lead me. My only desire is to get closer to my heavenly Father, and be a good ambassador for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. 

Sincerely, Nostalgia <3