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Why do I believe in someone whom I can't see?
Why am I the way I am?
Who am I?

How many people in this world believe in God? If it's 1% of the world's population, then I'd like to ask, out of this 1%, how many people believe in Jesus Christ as God's son and as the saviour of the world? Probably about 0.2%... Is it because we believe in some God that does not really exist?That it'll only take time for us to switch to a different religion? Or that God is not worthy of our worship?

None.

I can't see Him, I can't feel Him and I can't hear him, but a silent force draws me to Him each and every day of my life: His love. God doesn't appear to us, because if He did, we would die. Our sin has separated us so much from God that most people don't realise that their final destination is at the opposite of heaven: hell. There will be people who ask, "Why is it so unfair? How come people can't have their own religion and then go to heaven? Why is there only one way? Why is Christianity so selfish?" How do we answer them?

What I know is, God is in heaven. Jesus came down to this earth to die for everyone. For all who receive Him, to those who believe in His name, He will give the right to become children of God.

It's as simple as that. How do we even know that God exists? My friend once asked, ""What if we die and then realise that there is no heaven?" The answer lies in faith. Now faith is being sure of what you know of and certain of what you do not see. We can't see heaven. We can't see God. But there's something we forgot to consider; if God doesn't exist, how come I've felt Him? How come someone like me, who needs proof for everything, would believe in a God I cannot feel physically?

Forgive me for being incoherent.

I can't fully comprehend the way non-Christians feel. As far as I know, I've been a Christian for as long as I remember, and I don't remember a time when I didn't know about God. But I know there was a long period of time that I didn't know God personally. He was just some foreign character that the teachers would talk about, but I felt I didn't need Him. Not to run my life, anyway.

Then things happened.

School life. I don't exactly remember why, but I was a pretty horrible person :( And for that, I got exactly what I deserved. All my sisters would gang up against me, my schoolmates and classmates probably disliked me to the point where hatred set in, I was made fun of and insulted almost every day. ..

Life was torture.

In the midst of so much hatred and secular feelings, only one source of love appeared without me knowing it: the love of God. How? I don't know, neither will I probably ever know, but it seemed to set in naturally. In Primary 5, God became real to me. For once I bothered to get to know him personally, not as my God, but also my friend and Heavenly Father. And even though I had said a prayer to receive Christ many years before that, I said it once more, this time meaning it with all my heart...I was a child of God, and I always will be...

Of course, the horrifying days weren't over just yet, and I still went through a lot of discrimination and ostracism up to the end of Sec 2. But there was something different: wherever I was, no matter what was happening to me, He was there; every step of the way...

(You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. Genesis 50:20)

Why am I the way I am? Because of how God has moulded me over the years. Over a really short period of time, He's blessed me with so many friends, out of which, I believe, most of them will be forever :) Out of everyone I know, I'd probably have to say that a particular group of people have made every day of my life such a blessing: The Bunch :P Most of you probably won't read this (thankfully), but I really cherish every single one of you, even if you call me kojipun, your shrink, or a radio that spouts verses...you guys are a really special Bunch. Thank you for letting me pun so many things that you say; my English is improving every day! (it rhymes! :P) And to everyone, whether I've known you for one day or 16 years, I really hope for all of us to have the strongest foundation in our freindship: Jesus Christ, and that our friendship will last for the amount of time beyond human comprehension.

So who am I? I'm not Cherlyn, because that's only my name. I'm not Singaporean, because that's my nationality, I'm not Chinese, because that's my race. I'm a child of God, and this is my identity.

What's yours?