Complete | May – Urban Priorities

May 1, 2012

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I’m Somebody!

Migrant worker in Asian Creative Access Country

I am a migrant worker. When I heard about how much money I could make in one of my country’s cities, I moved my family there like so many other people were doing.

I didn’t make a lot of money, but life was definitely much better. I got to know many people, including members of the law enforcement and gangsters. I felt so proud because when other people had problems, I could ask my new friends for help. If it was a legal problem, I would ask my law enforcement friends. If it was an illegal problem, I’d go to my gangster friends. To maintain all these relationships, I partied with my friends often; we would gamble and drink. My physical body began to suffer – I developed stomach problems. My wife tried to tell me my lifestyle was not good; not only was I losing money, but also my health. I would not listen to her because now I felt I was somebody. There was no harmony in my family. We argued all the time.

I didn’t forbid them to go to church because, to be honest, they were different now.

My Christian neighbors had talked to my wife and me about God, but I did not want to believe. My wife and children, however, became Christians. They prayed for me and asked me to go to church with them, but I always had an excuse why I couldn’t go. I didn’t forbid them to go because, to be honest, they were different now. My family had the harmony I always longed for, but I would still not accept God as my Savior.

Finally, the Sunday came when I couldn’t find an excuse not to go to church with my family. From that Sunday on, I never missed a church meeting. I heard a lot of good teaching and the truth of God. I decided I wanted to be a good person. I made up my mind not to drink or gamble. I told my wife I would not make friends with the gangsters anymore. But again and again I failed. And again and again my neighbors and my wife’s prayers saved me from sinking into despair and kept bringing me back to God. I came to realize that even if I made up my mind to be a good person, I have no power to change myself. Only God can change me. So I gave myself totally to Him. I not only asked Christ Jesus to be my Savior, but He is also the Lord of my life. Now, I’m really somebody because I’m the son of the Almighty!