Contributed by Elliott Koon • Nov 28, 2024

I was running errands outside my house when I noticed a familiar face—a foreign worker I recognised from a Mamak restaurant my family frequents. He looked lost, wandering aimlessly along the street. Curious and concerned, I approached him and discovered that he was searching for a job.

I knew he was a diligent worker; it showed in the way he served us at the restaurant. But he had left that job because of a difficult boss and was now unemployed. As we talked, he opened up about his struggles. He was desperate. His room rental was due in October, but his new job wouldn’t start until the middle of the month. To make matters worse, his wife was pregnant. With all this weighing on him, he hesitated but eventually asked if I could help him with RM200.

I looked at my bank account. There was only RM400 left to last me through the month. My immediate thought was, “Lord, is this a test?” For a moment, doubt crept in, but then I silenced it and followed my heart. I decided to bless him with the RM200 he needed.

His gratitude was overwhelming. He thanked me repeatedly, and we exchanged WhatsApp numbers. He insisted on repaying me when he could, but I told him it wasn’t necessary. Still, he insisted. Before we parted, I told him, “Jesus loves you,” and he responded with deep gratitude.

After he left, I prayed, “Papa, bless him, Lord. And I also need Your blessing.” It’s natural to worry about tomorrow and wonder, “How am I going to survive the rest of the month with just RM200 left?”

The very next day, I received a message that read, “Brother, here is a gift for you and your family. May the blessings multiply.” Moments later, my phone pinged with a bank notification. I opened it to find that RM2,000 had been transferred into my account. My eyes widened in amazement.

Hallelujah, our Papa God is no man’s debtor. He sees our hearts, and when we trust Him, He provides in ways we can’t even imagine. All glory to Him!

Update (Part 2):

A few weeks later, this foreign worker called me, crying. He told me his mother had just passed away, and he was trying to gather funds to buy a one-way ticket back to his country. The ticket cost RM1,200, but he had only managed to raise RM900. He asked if I could donate any amount to help him return home.

I went to fetch him and took him out for a meal. I didn’t have much myself, but I gave him more than enough to purchase the ticket. I prayed a blessing over him and reminded him again, “Jesus loves you.” Tears streamed down his face as he thanked me repeatedly. After we parted ways, I prayed for him again, asking God to comfort and guide him.

Later that night, he texted me urgently, saying he needed to talk. When he called, he said, “Sir, after you prayed for me, I went back to my hostel, and all my friends said I looked different. They told me I looked bright, like there was a glow around me. Sir, I don’t know why my life is so hard. I work hard but earn so little; my wife has left me, and now my mom has passed away. But you, sir, are the only one who stops to talk to me like I’m a human being. You take me out for meals, buy me groceries, and help me financially. Who am I to deserve your kindness? I feel like the luckiest person in the world! Sir, I want to change my religion. I want to follow you. I want to follow your Jesus! I don’t want money or anything else—I just want Jesus. I want to give my life to Him and even die for Him!”

I was stunned. Gathering my thoughts, I asked him gently if he wanted to accept Jesus as his personal Saviour, and he said yes. Right there on the phone, I led him in the sinner’s prayer, and he accepted Jesus that very night.

I learnt something profound that evening. The greatest gift I could give him wasn’t money, a meal, or my time. The greatest gift I could give was introducing him to Jesus as his personal Lord and Saviour.