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Testimony of Kalbi Massey
I come from a Sikh family. My parents migrated to Malaysia from India nearly 60 years ago. I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters. I am the 5th child. My parents were both staunch followers of the Sikh religion.
Every Sunday, we attended the Sikh temple as expected by my parents and participated in a religious ceremony whereby the priest recited the Sikh holy book and shared various messages about the lives and beliefs of the gurus. I joined in always listening intently but not ever feeling God's touch upon my life. The Sikh holy book is the Guru Granth Sahib. My dad read this diligently and many chapters were memorised with an ardent desire to be close to God which very much became my desire too, except that I turned to Christianity for fulfillment of this aspiration.
When I completed my "O" and "A" levels, I applied for a teachers training course. My 3 attempts failed and I was so terribly upset. In retrospect, I believe God had a purpose for my life even before I knew him as my personal Lord and Savior. Then I applied for nursing in the UK and was immediately accepted for nurse training. So I arrived in England on October 29th 1980 to Runwell Hospital to commence psychiatric nurse training. I was both apprehensive as well as excited at this new venture.
Prior to coming to the UK my mum had warned me against becoming a Christian as my sister had accepted Christianity whilst in Malaysia and faced persecution, but despite this continued to embrace this new religion. In fact I too went secretly to Church with my sister and recall liking the lively Church service.
Upon arriving at Runwell hospital the Nurse's Christian Fellowship members invited all the newcomers to a welcome meal. I politely turned them down as I took heed of my mum's warning about mixing with Christians.
At Christmas time, I was taken ill and admitted into Southend Hospital with acute appendicitis and was operated on immediately. Whilst in hospital my sister and brother-in-law came to visit me. A very pleasant visit and I was very glad to see them. During the course of this visit they shared with me the good news of Jesus. A very simple message of love, hope and forgiveness which touched my heart. They said that Jesus died for me on the cross, His blood washes our sins, he rose from the dead, is alive today and I can have a new life through believing that Jesus is the son of God.
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16). This message had an impact upon me and with a childlike faith I accepted Jesus into my life. At that time I knew very little about Christianity except that Christians went to church and had a holy book called the Bible.
Prayer of Salvation:
Dear God,
I admit that I am a sinner and need your forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for me and paid the penalty for my sins; I am willing right now to turn from my sin and accept Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour. I commit myself to you and ask you to send the Holy Spirit into my life, to fill me and take control, help me to become the kind of person you want me to be. Thank you for loving me. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I remember being very excited and overjoyed on that day. A Salvation Army officer was doing his rounds on the ward, I excitedly told him about my conversion to Christianity. Back at the nurses home I was warmly accepted into the NCF, I soon made Christian friends and started attending Wickford Baptist Church. Within 6 months, I went through the waters of baptism. I felt that I had made a total commitment to follow Jesus and that this meant that there was no turning back. Being immersed in the baptismal pool was one of the best experiences of my life.
I recall feeling exuberant, light hearted and clean. The blood of Jesus washed me and I felt like a new person; I was born again; July 1981. At my baptism the Bible verse I shared was Proverbs: 3: 5-6, 'TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND LEAN NOT ON YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING; IN ALL YOUR WAYS ACKNOWLEDGE HIM AND HE WILL MAKE YOUR PATHS STRAIGHT'.
This word of God I have had to hold on to many a time in my Christian walk.
In 1982 I was admitted into Basildon Hospital with Pulmonary TB. I received plenty of support in friendship and prayer. I had assurance from God that He was in control, and ever present help in trouble and put my trust in Him.
After receiving intense treatment through medication, the doctors were rather surprised at my speedy recovery. It was estimated that convalescence would take about 6 months and instead I was ready to return to work within 3 months.
I believe God healed me, as when x-rays were later taken, normally you would expect to see a scar. No apparent scarring on the lung is evident as if I never had TB. My faith, trust, love and desire to serve God grew. I soon became leader of the NCF. I loved it, I love serving God.
In July 1984, I began my general nurse training at Southend Hospital. Again I became involved with the NCF, and soon become the leader and enjoyed serving God. Most of my leisure time was spent praying, reading Christian books, listening to Christian music. I felt a real presence of God upon my life and maintained a close walk with Him.
After attending Earls Hall Baptist Church for a year I decided to move on. One evening on my way back from Westcliff Baptist Church I came across the Elim Pentecostal Church. I decided to attend this church the following Sunday evening. That's where I met David; my husband. Within 3 years, we got married at the Elim church.
After about 2-3 years, it suddenly dawned on me that something was not quite right as I had not conceived. I was upset yet not disclosing my feelings to anyone except close friends and God. I would kneel down and cry and pray to God asking to fulfill my heart's desire for a baby. I yearned to be a mother so much. It was a painful experience.
After seven years of marriage, still intact despite the rather heartbreaking and difficult time; I had good news. One morning I did the pregnancy test as requested by a fertility consultant. The result was negative. I was so upset and went to work with a heavy heart, feeling numb and distraught. After the weekend I rang the consultant's secretary to make an appointment to see him. She asked me to repeat the test which I did rather reluctantly not wanting to be hurt. Yes. I was pregnant. It was incredible, truly a miracle I was ecstatic, excited and so happy. Nine months later I had a beautiful baby son, My joy was immense. A miracle indeed. I would daily thank God for a precious gift from Him - against all odds. Even in the midst of the storms of life, I was able to experience God's peace because of my personal relationship with Jesus.
I have been a district nurse for the last 18 years; a job I enjoy and find rewarding.
When my daughter, Alicia was conceived nearly 7 years after Graeme, it was a shock because the chances of getting pregnant were rather remote in fact nil. After the initial shock and disbelief, I was so delighted and where most people wait for 3 months before informing others, I had an early scan and shared the good news with most of our friends and family. Does God perform miracles today? Yes!
MY FAMILY
I did not tell my family in Malaysia about my conversion to Christianity as I did not want to upset my mum who I love very much. I had lost my dad tragically through a road accident in 1979. I remember going to Malaysia to visit my family and was expected to attend the Sikh temple, and because it was a secret that I had become a Christian, I went most reluctantly and sat there but praying to our Lord Jesus in my heart. It took me 4 years to pick up the courage to tell them. My brother did not want me to convert then and mum although upset appeared to accept the inevitable.
After many years in the UK my sister returned to Malaysia. A revival took place within my family. Many members became Christians including my mum. She had to put up with persecution from other Sikhs but yet her faith remains strong and her passion for Jesus just amazing'. My youngest brother is now a spirit filled Christian and my eldest brother recently gave his heart to the Lord.
Growing up spiritually is not always easy. It might be said that we believers have to endure many 'growing pains' and due to challenging times we are often tempted to give up. Listen to the Holy Spirit by following your heart rather than your feelings.
Strengthen me Lord to wait upon you and help me to know more of you. Sweet Holy Spirit continue to work through me. In JESUS NAME, I pray Amen.
I come from a Sikh family. My parents migrated to Malaysia from India nearly 60 years ago. I have 2 brothers and 3 sisters. I am the 5th child. My parents were both staunch followers of the Sikh religion.
Every Sunday, we attended the Sikh temple as expected by my parents and participated in a religious ceremony whereby the priest recited the Sikh holy book and shared various messages about the lives and beliefs of the gurus. I joined in always listening intently but not ever feeling God's touch upon my life. The Sikh holy book is the Guru Granth Sahib. My dad read this diligently and many chapters were memorised with an ardent desire to be close to God which very much became my desire too, except that I turned to Christianity for fulfillment of this aspiration.
When I completed my "O" and "A" levels, I applied for a teachers training course. My 3 attempts failed and I was so terribly upset. In retrospect, I believe God had a purpose for my life even before I knew him as my personal Lord and Savior. Then I applied for nursing in the UK and was immediately accepted for nurse training. So I arrived in England on October 29th 1980 to Runwell Hospital to commence psychiatric nurse training. I was both apprehensive as well as excited at this new venture.
Prior to coming to the UK my mum had warned me against becoming a Christian as my sister had accepted Christianity whilst in Malaysia and faced persecution, but despite this continued to embrace this new religion. In fact I too went secretly to Church with my sister and recall liking the lively Church service.
Upon arriving at Runwell hospital the Nurse's Christian Fellowship members invited all the newcomers to a welcome meal. I politely turned them down as I took heed of my mum's warning about mixing with Christians.
At Christmas time, I was taken ill and admitted into Southend Hospital with acute appendicitis and was operated on immediately. Whilst in hospital my sister and brother-in-law came to visit me. A very pleasant visit and I was very glad to see them. During the course of this visit they shared with me the good news of Jesus. A very simple message of love, hope and forgiveness which touched my heart. They said that Jesus died for me on the cross, His blood washes our sins, he rose from the dead, is alive today and I can have a new life through believing that Jesus is the son of God.
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16). This message had an impact upon me and with a childlike faith I accepted Jesus into my life. At that time I knew very little about Christianity except that Christians went to church and had a holy book called the Bible.
Prayer of Salvation:
Dear God,
I admit that I am a sinner and need your forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for me and paid the penalty for my sins; I am willing right now to turn from my sin and accept Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour. I commit myself to you and ask you to send the Holy Spirit into my life, to fill me and take control, help me to become the kind of person you want me to be. Thank you for loving me. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I remember being very excited and overjoyed on that day. A Salvation Army officer was doing his rounds on the ward, I excitedly told him about my conversion to Christianity. Back at the nurses home I was warmly accepted into the NCF, I soon made Christian friends and started attending Wickford Baptist Church. Within 6 months, I went through the waters of baptism. I felt that I had made a total commitment to follow Jesus and that this meant that there was no turning back. Being immersed in the baptismal pool was one of the best experiences of my life.
I recall feeling exuberant, light hearted and clean. The blood of Jesus washed me and I felt like a new person; I was born again; July 1981. At my baptism the Bible verse I shared was Proverbs: 3: 5-6, 'TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND LEAN NOT ON YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING; IN ALL YOUR WAYS ACKNOWLEDGE HIM AND HE WILL MAKE YOUR PATHS STRAIGHT'.
This word of God I have had to hold on to many a time in my Christian walk.
In 1982 I was admitted into Basildon Hospital with Pulmonary TB. I received plenty of support in friendship and prayer. I had assurance from God that He was in control, and ever present help in trouble and put my trust in Him.
After receiving intense treatment through medication, the doctors were rather surprised at my speedy recovery. It was estimated that convalescence would take about 6 months and instead I was ready to return to work within 3 months.
I believe God healed me, as when x-rays were later taken, normally you would expect to see a scar. No apparent scarring on the lung is evident as if I never had TB. My faith, trust, love and desire to serve God grew. I soon became leader of the NCF. I loved it, I love serving God.
In July 1984, I began my general nurse training at Southend Hospital. Again I became involved with the NCF, and soon become the leader and enjoyed serving God. Most of my leisure time was spent praying, reading Christian books, listening to Christian music. I felt a real presence of God upon my life and maintained a close walk with Him.
After attending Earls Hall Baptist Church for a year I decided to move on. One evening on my way back from Westcliff Baptist Church I came across the Elim Pentecostal Church. I decided to attend this church the following Sunday evening. That's where I met David; my husband. Within 3 years, we got married at the Elim church.
After about 2-3 years, it suddenly dawned on me that something was not quite right as I had not conceived. I was upset yet not disclosing my feelings to anyone except close friends and God. I would kneel down and cry and pray to God asking to fulfill my heart's desire for a baby. I yearned to be a mother so much. It was a painful experience.
After seven years of marriage, still intact despite the rather heartbreaking and difficult time; I had good news. One morning I did the pregnancy test as requested by a fertility consultant. The result was negative. I was so upset and went to work with a heavy heart, feeling numb and distraught. After the weekend I rang the consultant's secretary to make an appointment to see him. She asked me to repeat the test which I did rather reluctantly not wanting to be hurt. Yes. I was pregnant. It was incredible, truly a miracle I was ecstatic, excited and so happy. Nine months later I had a beautiful baby son, My joy was immense. A miracle indeed. I would daily thank God for a precious gift from Him - against all odds. Even in the midst of the storms of life, I was able to experience God's peace because of my personal relationship with Jesus.
I have been a district nurse for the last 18 years; a job I enjoy and find rewarding.
When my daughter, Alicia was conceived nearly 7 years after Graeme, it was a shock because the chances of getting pregnant were rather remote in fact nil. After the initial shock and disbelief, I was so delighted and where most people wait for 3 months before informing others, I had an early scan and shared the good news with most of our friends and family. Does God perform miracles today? Yes!
MY FAMILY
I did not tell my family in Malaysia about my conversion to Christianity as I did not want to upset my mum who I love very much. I had lost my dad tragically through a road accident in 1979. I remember going to Malaysia to visit my family and was expected to attend the Sikh temple, and because it was a secret that I had become a Christian, I went most reluctantly and sat there but praying to our Lord Jesus in my heart. It took me 4 years to pick up the courage to tell them. My brother did not want me to convert then and mum although upset appeared to accept the inevitable.
After many years in the UK my sister returned to Malaysia. A revival took place within my family. Many members became Christians including my mum. She had to put up with persecution from other Sikhs but yet her faith remains strong and her passion for Jesus just amazing'. My youngest brother is now a spirit filled Christian and my eldest brother recently gave his heart to the Lord.
Growing up spiritually is not always easy. It might be said that we believers have to endure many 'growing pains' and due to challenging times we are often tempted to give up. Listen to the Holy Spirit by following your heart rather than your feelings.
Strengthen me Lord to wait upon you and help me to know more of you. Sweet Holy Spirit continue to work through me. In JESUS NAME, I pray Amen.
