Society has become familiar with the “Post-90s” generation. I am one of them, born in a Christian family. My parents were already Christians when they were married, so they were able to bring me up in the Christian faith.
There are a lot of challenges for those who are born in a Christian family. Neighbors can have strange ideas about Christians, and companions can simply be uncomprehending. Someone gave me the nickname of "Xin Er’dai," which means “second-generation Christian.” To bear this nickname, I needed to shoulder the responsibility and commitment that came with it. My understanding of faith and spiritual maturity was not the same as that of my parents. Only by a continuous effort could I live up to my nickname.
Let me share my experience with God, some of these I heard from my parents. After I learned to walk, I ran and played in the yard at home. "Walking" was very new to me at that time, but I loved running everywhere.
Our family was very poor then since the economy was developing in the 1990s. To raise our family, my parents planted 0.3 to 0.5 acre of tobacco and sweet potatoes. We sold tobacco in the market, while sweet potatoes could be sold at special times in the winter. To keep sweet potatoes fresh in winter, my parents dug a lot of cellars about 2-3 meters deep in the yard and covered them with corn stalks. One time the cellar wasn't covered tightly somehow, and when I was running in the yard, I accidentally fell in the hole. My parents didn't know where I was at first. After hearing my cries, they were flustered and hurried to get me out of the cellar, and cleaned the dirt on my face. They depended firmly on God, so they immediately prayed for me and begged for His protection. In the end, I did not suffer any harm, and my parents were grateful for His mercy.
Now when my parents mention this, I feel touched, and even more grateful. I want to say to Him: You already knew me as a child and kept me safe. I should respond to you with thanksgiving, and share your grace with everyone.
Later, when I was in the first grade of junior high school in 2009, my academic performance was average. Families needed to pay for tuition, so my parents sent me to the county school. At that time I was very frugal because I knew that my mother served full-time at home and only my father worked outside. My family's finances were limited.
The school would hold a broadcast callisthenics competition in winter. According to the rules, the best class would reward with basketball and badminton, so that my classmates practiced hard.
That afternoon, after the joint performance, I had nothing to do. So I invited several classmates to play with horizontal bar and parallel bars. As the body shape was thinner at that time, we were barely able to hold up the horizontal bar, and a few classmates began to turn a somersault. But I was short and quite inexperienced with these exercises, so when it was my turn to turn a somersault, my arm fell off the bar. The bar was about 2 meters high. When I got up, my head was numb, and my right arm had severe pain.
The rest students reported the teacher for the first time sent me to the school medical office. Then the school doctor recommended me to take some examinations at the orthopedics department since the medical office did not have examination equipment. The head teacher immediately arranged two classmates to accompany me to the hospital and contact my mother. At that time, my mother was learning the waist drum for Christmas evangelism in the church. After receiving the news, she was very worried about me and prayed for me.
After inspection, the doctor said my right arm had a slight fracture and needed splint plaster treatment. My mother didn't blame me when she went to the hospital, nor complain about God, but took me home for recuperation.
In the end, after about a month of rest, my arm could move as before. At that time, the school paid the insurance premium for the students, so the medical expenses didn’t cost me too much and make trouble to family's economy.
Through this, my mother taught me not to complain about God in any circumstance, for He has protected us, and conducted miraculous healing. It was His grace that my arm recovered quickly.
To express God's work on me in one sentence, that is: You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. (Psalm 139:1-5)
- Translated by Elaina Wu
见证故事：年少爱动的我，常因神的保守转危为安
一， 孩童时你早已知道我
“90后”这个话题对这个社会而言早已不再陌生。我也是一个90后，从小生在一个基督化的家庭，父母在结婚时都已经接受了耶稣，所以我今天的信仰启蒙老师是我的父母。
对于生在基督化的家庭也会出现很多的挑战，比如邻居的异样眼光和同伴们的不理解。或许会有人给我一个称号是“信二代”，这意味着身背这个名号要承担的责任和付出，因为父母对于信仰的认知和成熟并不代表我自己也会这样，除非借着不断的努力和追求，才会成为真正意义的信二代。
先说说我人生对于神的经历，当然有些事迹是我从父母得知。在我刚会走路的时候就常喜欢在家里的院子里跑着玩，因为“走路”对当时的我而言非常新奇，所以酷爱东跑跑西跑跑。
那时候家里非常贫穷，毕竟九几年经济并不算发达，所以家里种了2-3亩地的烟叶和红薯，种植的烟叶会卖到市场，种植的红薯到冬季时会卖到集会上。冬季红薯需要保鲜，家人在院子里挖了很多的红薯窖，大约有2-3米深，冬季时上面盖上玉米杆便于储藏。不知道什么原因，红薯窖有一次没有盖严实，我在院里跑着玩时一个不小心栽进了窖里，即刻吓得哇哇大哭起来。父母不知道我去了哪，听到我的哭声从红薯窖里传出来时立马慌了，忙下到窖里将我抱上来，为我清洗脸上的泥土。父母对于神是非常依靠的，所以即刻就为我祷告起来，求告神的保守。最终，我并没有因掉下红薯窖而受到任何的伤害，父母也大大感恩神的施恩保守。
现在每每听父母提及这件事，我心里真的很感动，更多的是感恩。我想对神说：孩童时你早已知道我，保守我免受伤害，我理当向你感恩回应，将你在我身上所行的恩典述说出来。
二， 少年时你时刻顾念我
后来我上初中一年级（大概09年），学习成绩也算中等，家庭条件可以支付我在城里上学的学费，所以父母把我送到县城上学。那时我生活上非常节俭，因为知道母亲全职服侍父亲出外工作，家里经济能力还是有限的。
正当冬季，学校要举办一次广播操比赛，根据比赛规则最为优秀的班级会有篮球和羽毛球的奖励，我们班级的同学都非常努力地练习。
那天下午，我们班汇演完之后没什么事，我就和几个同学约着去到单杠、双杠区玩，那时大伙儿身体都比较瘦，玩单杠勉强可以撑起来，所以几个同学就开始在单杠上翻跟头。其实我对单杠这项运动挺缺乏经验的，也并不擅长，等轮到我要上去翻跟头时，因着衣服多个子又矮的原因，我手臂一个脱力从单杠上重重摔了下来。那个单杠距离地面大概有2米多，起来时我的头还懵懵的，并且右臂出现剧烈的疼痛。
同学们二话没说就先报告了老师，又把我送到校医务室——由于医务室没有医疗检查器材，所以校医建立我去某氏骨科检查。班主任立刻安排两个同学陪我去到医院，并联系我母亲。那时我母亲正在教会练习圣诞节传福音的腰鼓，收到消息后非常担心我，心里不住为我祷告。
检查结果出来后医生说我的右臂出现轻微骨折，需要夹板膏药治疗。母亲去到医院时并没有吵我，也没有抱怨神，乃是把我接回家调理身体。
最终，经过大概不到一个月的休养，我的手臂可以正常活动了。那时学校为学生都有交保险费，因此医药费上也没有花太多，没有使家庭的经济出现为难。
通过这件事母亲告诉我，在任何环境面前不要抱怨神，因为神已经在保守，透过各种环境我们会经历神奇妙的医治，我的手臂恢复的那么快，这是神的恩典。
三， 总结
若要用一句话表达神在我身上的工作，那就是：从未曾想到的恩典到切身体会的丰盛。耶和华啊，你已经鉴察我，认识我。我坐下，我起来，你都晓得，你从远处知道我的意念；我行路，我躺卧，你都细察，你也深知我一切所行的。耶和华啊，我舌头上的话，你没有一句不知道的。你在我前后环绕我，按手在我身上。（诗篇139:1-5）
Society has become familiar with the “Post-90s” generation. I am one of them, born in a Christian family. My parents were already Christians when they were married, so they were able to bring me up in the Christian faith.
There are a lot of challenges for those who are born in a Christian family. Neighbors can have strange ideas about Christians, and companions can simply be uncomprehending. Someone gave me the nickname of "Xin Er’dai," which means “second-generation Christian.” To bear this nickname, I needed to shoulder the responsibility and commitment that came with it. My understanding of faith and spiritual maturity was not the same as that of my parents. Only by a continuous effort could I live up to my nickname.
Let me share my experience with God, some of these I heard from my parents. After I learned to walk, I ran and played in the yard at home. "Walking" was very new to me at that time, but I loved running everywhere.
Our family was very poor then since the economy was developing in the 1990s. To raise our family, my parents planted 0.3 to 0.5 acre of tobacco and sweet potatoes. We sold tobacco in the market, while sweet potatoes could be sold at special times in the winter. To keep sweet potatoes fresh in winter, my parents dug a lot of cellars about 2-3 meters deep in the yard and covered them with corn stalks. One time the cellar wasn't covered tightly somehow, and when I was running in the yard, I accidentally fell in the hole. My parents didn't know where I was at first. After hearing my cries, they were flustered and hurried to get me out of the cellar, and cleaned the dirt on my face. They depended firmly on God, so they immediately prayed for me and begged for His protection. In the end, I did not suffer any harm, and my parents were grateful for His mercy.
Now when my parents mention this, I feel touched, and even more grateful. I want to say to Him: You already knew me as a child and kept me safe. I should respond to you with thanksgiving, and share your grace with everyone.
Later, when I was in the first grade of junior high school in 2009, my academic performance was average. Families needed to pay for tuition, so my parents sent me to the county school. At that time I was very frugal because I knew that my mother served full-time at home and only my father worked outside. My family's finances were limited.
The school would hold a broadcast callisthenics competition in winter. According to the rules, the best class would reward with basketball and badminton, so that my classmates practiced hard.
That afternoon, after the joint performance, I had nothing to do. So I invited several classmates to play with horizontal bar and parallel bars. As the body shape was thinner at that time, we were barely able to hold up the horizontal bar, and a few classmates began to turn a somersault. But I was short and quite inexperienced with these exercises, so when it was my turn to turn a somersault, my arm fell off the bar. The bar was about 2 meters high. When I got up, my head was numb, and my right arm had severe pain.
The rest students reported the teacher for the first time sent me to the school medical office. Then the school doctor recommended me to take some examinations at the orthopedics department since the medical office did not have examination equipment. The head teacher immediately arranged two classmates to accompany me to the hospital and contact my mother. At that time, my mother was learning the waist drum for Christmas evangelism in the church. After receiving the news, she was very worried about me and prayed for me.
After inspection, the doctor said my right arm had a slight fracture and needed splint plaster treatment. My mother didn't blame me when she went to the hospital, nor complain about God, but took me home for recuperation.
In the end, after about a month of rest, my arm could move as before. At that time, the school paid the insurance premium for the students, so the medical expenses didn’t cost me too much and make trouble to family's economy.
Through this, my mother taught me not to complain about God in any circumstance, for He has protected us, and conducted miraculous healing. It was His grace that my arm recovered quickly.
To express God's work on me in one sentence, that is: You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. (Psalm 139:1-5)
- Translated by Elaina Wu
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