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突然の英語のせいで、何にも伝わらないだろうけど、1番外国人に興味を持たれて聞かれるトピックだから書いといたんだ。参考までに✋何のだ😂
日本語ダイジェスト版: パピィが仕事帰り、道で配ってたやつがティシュじゃ無かったから貰ったら、なんかクリスチャンになってました😀
My testimony
When I was 5 or 6 years old, my family lived in Tokyo. My father was handed a small booklet at Mitaka Station. On it was the story of Jesus life. I was shocked by the image of stakes hammered into both of his hands.
I asked my father to take me to a church. He took my sister and I to a local church, but after about two or three times he stopped going. He bought me and my sister New Testament Bibles. That was my first bible.
My sister and I continued attending for a while. I remember Sunday School being especially fun. After some time, the famous Japanese anime Doraemon began to air at 9:00 on Sundays, and my sister decided to stay home and watch that instead of going to church. I didn’t like going by myself, so I stopped going too.
When I entered Elementary School, I met my best friend. She was so sweet, pretty, rich and smart. Her family was Christian. She invited me to go to church and Sunday School with her, and I ended up going for two years.
When I was in third grade, our family moved to Yamaguchi Prefecture for my father’s work. Thus my family’s roots are here, on the west side of Japan. It was totally different from Tokyo. There was no Church close enough for me to attend, and I had no Christian friends.
When I went to Ireland to study English, I went to several churches. At that time, I saw and heard many evil spirits. When I went to a Catholic Church, there was a Jesus' statue with stakes in both of his hands and I began to cry.
I started to go to St. Patrick Cathedral every day before my language classes. It’s the largest protestant church in Ireland, with beautiful stained glass windows and ceilings so high that it seemed like they could touch the sky.
I was baptized there and given the Christian name.The elder there gave me the same Christian name as the wife of Peter, the pastor who took care of me. I was a first Japandse person to be baptized there. After the Sunday service, I had a meal with the believers there, and I was very welcomed and happy.
Since returning to Japan, I’ve been busy. I’ve gone through relationships, breakups, different jobs, I got married, had a child, and found a new job as an interpreter at city hall.
When I passed the exam that let me be an interpreter for the city hall, I met my predecessor. Her name was Emiko, and she happened to be a Christian. She prayed for me and my first English job and invited me to her church, which was just thirty minutes away from my home.
When I first entered that church, I heard a voice in my head which said,
“I know you.”
I couldn’t ignore it. During my first visit to my friend Emiko’s church, I was asked to be an interpreter for them. As it turns out, Emiko was moving to another prefecture. I took over for her fourteen years ago.
I think a lot of people were involved and were guided. I received a kidney transplant from my mother, and there's a lot more to come, but I know the Lord is with me.
And now here we are.😊
Saint Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin, Ireland