에스더 선교사 간증문 (영문)
선교후원자 모임에서 간증한 에스더 선교사의 간증문 전문을 싣습니다.
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My Testimony (2008-12-15)
For many generations, my family has been going to church. It was accepted without question. The town my Dad’s parents are from was proud of its Mennonite tradition, but had forgotten much of what the basis for that tradition was; following Jesus Christ. My Dad was frustrated when the people he knew talked about doing good things, but didn’t care to talk about the life-changing power of Jesus. They were happy to know that Jesus changed their ancestors, but were not very excited about him changing their own lives. My Mother also grew up in a Mennonite church about an hour away from where my dad lived. Her church, though also focused on good works, also cared about missions. When I was a baby, my parents moved away from their hometown looking for someone else who loved the Lord more than the good things in life. They taught their children to look for those better things. They also taught me never to accept something just because someone said it, even if that person was very popular and powerful. God’s Word was final. When I was nine, I started questioning what my parents believed and what I believed. I was determined to be anything but a Christian because I would not mindlessly follow my parents. I wondered how I could get books from the library about hinduism, islam, and other religions without my parent’s knowledge. I wanted to see what the world had to offer and almost convinced my parents to send me to the nearby public school, so I could tell others about Jesus. But I really didn’t care about Jesus. I just said that so they would give me my way. Though I wanted to rebel, I was scared, so I just rebelled in my mind. Many times I argued with God. One day, I said, “God, you aren’t even real.” To which He replied, “So why are you talking to me.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Part of my questions was rebellion, but partly they were serious. I wanted to know how there could be so many religions if only one of them was true. And how would I know that I found the right one? God replied that I should just trust Him. I wasn’t ready to do that yet.
When I was 12, my parents decided to go to New Tribes Bible School . They were set to begin classes in January. On Dec. 31 with only a few more days till the long drive to the Bible school, God got my attention. My parents told me to go to bed at 9PM which I thought was unfair since all my friends were staying up till at least midnight to ring in the New Year. I decided that although my parents could make me go to bed, they could not make me go to sleep. Then God started talking to me. He told me I had to decide if I would follow Him or not. I could not continue to expect good things from Him but refuse to serve Him. I asked what would happen if I didn’t decide. God let me know that was a choice. And it was against Him. I was scared not to be on God’s side. He had saved our family from a tornado, provided food when my Dad didn’t have a job, and many other things that I don’t have time to tell about. I suspected His anger was as great as His love. I decided I would rather go to sleep after all as I didn’t want to loose God’s favor or my own agenda. God said that no, now I would stay awake. I was completely miserable. I couldn’t decide which was most important. Once I asked God why He didn’t just force me to serve Him if He really wanted me. From that time to now, God has never forced his Will on me though I have wished He would at times. In my mind, I could see a doorway. I was in the dark on one side. It was miserable, full of depression and fear and lying, and all kinds of trouble. The worst was that I really didn’t know what was there. On the other side was a beautiful country. It looked so wonderful, like it had everything I wanted. It just looked too good. I was terrified of that doorway. It seemed like a trick. If I would step into it, I would find myself in a terrible place. I had heard of all the trouble Christians went through. Of the martyrs, of the struggles. I was sure that if I tried to get to that wonderful place of peace, I would actually be lost in trouble and it would be years till I found my way through the trouble. At least I was used to the darkness I was in. I had no idea what lay inside that door. Finally, just at midnight when I was completely exhausted inside and out, I said, “Ok, Lord, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” And instead of a miserable world and trouble and fear that I was so used to, peace like I never knew existed just filled me up. Then I went to sleep.
I didn’t change overnight and there are plenty of things God is still fixing. God taught me slowly. He is so patient. When my parents went to Bible school, I went to public school which was what I had been begging my parents for. But, instead of getting into trouble as I had planned, God showed me His plan. He said that I would be a star. When I asked how bright, He said that was up to me. At the end of that year I didn’t feel that I had done a very good job at shining but God didn’t scold me. I still saw so many ugly things inside me. When I wanted to be good, I knew I wasn’t. When I acted good I felt like a hypocrite because I knew that I was still stubborn and deceitful and jealous, and selfish. But it was different. Now, when I was upset or hurt or struggling, I ran to God just like a child runs to their parents when they fall down and get hurt. I felt like a big crybaby, but God never seemed to get tired of me. Each year He taught me new things. He made me stronger and gave me those good things my parents had been telling me about, but I hadn’t understood. Over and over I prayed, Lord, please make me good. And then I would go and do something stupid. I’m still pretty good at doing stupid things, but slowly I’m learning not to do the same stupid things. During this time, God told me that if I work to keep myself in order, I won’t have time to judge others. I wanted to see if it was true, so I tried it. Sure enough, I was so busy keeping myself out of trouble I didn’t notice what others were doing. I was a full time job. The Lord really taught me about His grace during this time.
When I got to college I decided to stay there for the full 4 years to break the habit of moving every year. After a year and a half some missionary friends sent an email requesting a teaching for their co-worker’s children. I tried to ignore it but God wouldn’t let me forget. And I’m glad He didn’t! That summer I went to Mongolia to teach for the Jungs. Then I didn’t want to leave. God had other plans and other things for me in the US . When I first got back to the US , I ignored God’s direction and learned that obedience is better than sacrifice. He sent me back to my church in Kansas City , but I decided to work for my Aunt and Uncle as a Nanny instead. I kept expecting a thunderbolt to strike me, but nothing happened. I just felt empty. Looking back, I wasted nearly a year, first at my Uncles, then at my parents. When I got to Kansas City , God taught me about working together with other Christians and to quit arguing over things that don’t matter. That way, when something important comes up, it’s not covered up by petty differences of opinion.
Almost four years after leaving Mongolia , Sister Misook called and asked me if I could come teach again. God said yes. So I said yes. And here I am.
When I think back to how scared I was to step though the door to life, I see how silly that fear was. Unlike the devil who I used to serve, God does not play tricks. When He promises good things, He follows through. He also warns us of the hard times and gives us the strength to continue. Now I know that when God promised righteousness to those who really really want it, He was serious. When He promised to give his people peace, He was serious, regardless of what is happening in the world around. Sometimes I have a bad memory and forget what He promised. But I’m so glad the Lord doesn’t have a bad memory. And because He promised, I know someday He will take me home. Someday I will be just what God wants me to be.
“Esther Lehman”