My Testimony

I grew up in a home that was both Buddhist and Christian. On Sundays, I went to church, and on Saturdays, I visited the monastery. Because of this mix, I was confused for most of my childhood. I thought a lot about death, darkness, and what comes after, and these thoughts made me a skeptical atheist at a very young age.

When I was in high school, people often asked me what my religion was. I never knew how to answer, so I jokingly said, "I'm BuddaChristian or ChristBuddha," because I believed in both but couldn't choose.

I honestly didn't like going to Sunday school, but my aunt would always tell me, "Come to church and I'll buy you a game CD." So I started attending, not because I loved God, but because I wanted something in return. People at church knew it too, and it made me uncomfortable. My heart was full of confusion, doubt, and sometimes even hate.

But one moment changed everything.

Before an English test, I was absolutely sure I would fail. I knew nothing, and if I failed, I would be dropped from the English class that I really loved. With no hope left, I prayed for the first time with sincerity:

"Jesus, if You are real, please help me pass."

When the results came out, I didn't just pass I scored in the top 5% of my class. It felt like a miracle. That day, something inside me changed. I started believing Jesus might truly be real.

Whenever I felt depressed, I opened the Bible app and read random verses. Every single time, the words gave me comfort and peace I couldn't explain.

Then came 2021 the COVID third wave. Both my parents were in oxygen chambers, struggling to breathe, so close to death. Our business collapsed. We had no income. I was terrified, helpless, and alone. Whenever my parents tried to speak, their oxygen levels dropped dangerously low.

One night, my mother's oxygen level suddenly fell, and a stray dog barked nonstop outside. In Myanmar tradition, that means someone is about to die. I didn't sleep at all. I cried silently and prayed:

"Lord Jesus, I know You are real.
Please have mercy on me.
Please don't take my parents from me.
I am not strong enough for this test.
If You save them, I will follow You for the rest of my life."

The very next morning, people from our ward began calling us. They brought food, fruits, medicine everything we needed. They cared for us like family. I almost cried each time someone knocked on our door with kindness. I knew deep inside:

Jesus heard my prayer. Jesus did not abandon me.

This is my testimony.

I, Pyae Sone Aung, give glory to Jesus for His love, mercy, and protection.