{"id":11530,"date":"2022-08-16T00:00:01","date_gmt":"2022-08-15T16:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dumc.my\/tm\/?p=11530"},"modified":"2022-08-25T11:30:28","modified_gmt":"2022-08-25T03:30:28","slug":"sermon-reflection-what-kind-of-christian-are-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dumc.my\/tm\/sermon-reflection-what-kind-of-christian-are-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Sermon Reflection &#8211; What kind of Christian are you?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"vc_row wpb_row vc_row-fluid\"><\/div><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container vc_col-sm-12\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_wrapper\"><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\t<div class=\"wpb_text_column wpb_content_element\" >\n\t\t<div class=\"wpb_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Posted by Abbey Thangiah \u2022 Aug 16, 2022<\/p>\n\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<div class=\"vc_separator wpb_content_element vc_separator_align_center vc_sep_width_10 vc_sep_border_width_5 vc_sep_pos_align_center vc_separator_no_text vc_custom_1653980010483\" ><span class=\"vc_sep_holder vc_sep_holder_l\"><span  style=\"border-color:#b11f24;\" class=\"vc_sep_line\"><\/span><\/span><span class=\"vc_sep_holder vc_sep_holder_r\"><span  style=\"border-color:#b11f24;\" class=\"vc_sep_line\"><\/span><\/span>\n<\/div>\n\t<div class=\"wpb_text_column wpb_content_element\" >\n\t\t<div class=\"wpb_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<div class=\"summary\">\n<p>I was blessed to be raised in a Christian family. Initially, I was irritated and annoyed. As a pastor\u2019s son, being in my family felt like I was in an aquarium. People would come in and out of my house as they pleased. My mum also would be obliged to cook for them. Many would be quick to judge if we made minor offences, sometimes even as mundane as watching cartoons. In the late 80\u2019s and early 90\u2019s (pre internet era), many pastors would receive this circular stating that watching Spiderman, Care Bears, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and other cartoons were not allowed in the Christian faith. Despite attending confirmation classes, I still felt that my duty as a Christian is not to be a naughty kid (<i>I was<\/i>) and not give my parents a bad name.<\/p>\n<p>In secondary school, I had the privilege to join ACS Sitiawan. We had a school CF (Christian Fellowship) and the Wesley MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship). My scope of Christianity expanded from the corners of my church alone. In university, all cultural and denominational barriers broke in the Inter Varsity University Fellowships but that is a story for another day. Back in secondary school, people accepted me for me. I wasn\u2019t perfect but I had friends who looked beyond my identity as a pastor\u2019s son and accepted me as a unique human being. I always looked forward to the time my CF would meet. I also was exposed to the Scripture Union and their amazing roles in promoting inter-school camps and activities.<\/p>\n<p>I remember when I was 14, I attended one of the Methodist Youth Fellowship camps during the school holidays. During one of the MYF camps, one of the pastors spoke about being a born again Christian and rededicating my life back to God. I have heard of this many times before but this time I didn\u2019t feel good inside me. I felt it was weird why a pastor\u2019s son would want to rededicate his life when I haven\u2019t done anything wrong (I mean, I wasn\u2019t blameless) but I still felt that I wanted to do it anyway. During the altar call on the final day of the camp, I went forward and made the decision to be a Christian myself without any external pressure.<\/p>\n<p>I have not looked back since. God has saved my life from a few car and motorbike accidents. He has also been with me through the toughest points in my life, especially through the pandemic. I look forward to a great time serving Him here on earth till I meet Him in heaven one day.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was blessed to be raised in a Christian family. Initially, I was irritated and annoyed. 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