If Not For UBF I Would Not Be Married
What I am sharing in this post is my happiest story. I have shared it uncountable times over the last 30 years ever since I “married by faith” in Chicago UBF in 1981. My most recent telling of it was in my sermon last Sun as I tried to explain Jesus’ promise that “your grief will turn to joy” (Jn 16:20). It is at the 35 min point of the sermon. In short, my grief was that I knew I would never be able to marry because of my shyness and my complete inability to talk to any attractive girl. I literally had no guts to ask any girl out for a date, because I could not handle the rejection. I felt doomed and condemned to a life of singleness and solitude that is not of my own choosing. My favorite song was “I am a Rock. I am an Island. If I never loved I never would have cried” by Simon and Garfunkel. This was compounded by the fact that my aunt once made an innocent remark when I was young that “no pretty girl will ever marry a cross-eyed boy.” This cut to the depth of my heart, because I was and still am “cross-eyed.”
Then I wound up in UBF, not because I was “fished,” but because in 1980 I asked a doctor at Cook County Hospital where I worked as an intern if he would help me to be a missionary. (To this day, I have no idea why I asked him that!) He was a UBF missionary. After a few weeks of attending Chicago UBF, Samuel Lee, the founder of UBF, took the initiative to get me married. He introduced me to Christy Scheter of Toledo UBF at an Easter conference in 1981. When I met her I broke out into a cold sweat because she looked domineering. I was terrified. Four months later we were married on Aug 15, 1981, even though I did not propose to her. We both just assumed that we would marry. Today, after 30 years of marriage, we are even happier now than when we first married. Next to knowing Jesus as my Lord and Lover, this is my best and happiest personal story that testifies to the love and goodness of God.
I regard this as a remarkable providence of God upon my life. God led me half way around the world from Malaysia to Chicago to attend a church that took it upon herself to provide a wife for me. To some this might seem odd. But to me, it was nothing but marvelous providential grace because I could not have gotten married on my own, and I knew it.
Do you have a happy story to share?