(The story below comes from Stef, the children’s publication of SDOK, a ministry in the Netherlands that is part of The Voice of the Martyrs’ family of missions.)
Hi, I am Twan and I am about 10 years old. I say “about,” because in my country, your birthday is not very important. So I don’t know exactly how old I am. I was born in Vietnam. Not in a big city, but in the mountains. It is very beautiful and green.
Our country is Communist. That means that the country is ruled by one party, and that is of course, the Communist Party. The government is very strict. People are closely monitored throughout the country. The government is not happy with people who are Christians. They think that we love the government less if we are Christians. I don’t know if that is true, but I do know that I love the Lord Jesus. God is the best for me.
And everyone at my home believes that. In the past, this was not the case. It has changed because of me.
One day I became very sick. Whatever my parents tried, nothing helped. In another village, there lived someone who believes in God and prays when someone is sick. My parents were so worried about me that they asked him for advice. He taught them who God is and how to pray. He also gave them a Bible.
My parents immediately started praying for me, and I was healed. My father was super enthusiastic and told anyone who wanted to hear that I was healed and who had healed me. Soon the whole village knew, so my father went to another village to talk about God. He went from village to village with this great news.
Much Taken Away
Sadly, my father’s family did not find it good news at all. When my father came home one day, relatives were waiting for him, and he got a beating. They also chased us out of the house and we fled to my grandmother’s house in another village. My father waited a while, thinking that his family’s anger would die down. He wanted to collect his cows that were left behind, because you cannot bring in a harvest without cows. He was really sad when he saw that our house was gone, our cows were gone, and our land was sold. His family had done that. How mean is that!
Happy with God
Yet my parents have no regrets that they believe in the Lord Jesus. We have lost a lot, but we have recovered much more: God’s love in our hearts and our safety in Him.