Jun 24, 2025 I Hated Christians—Then I Became One

Before, I didn’t like Christians. I didn’t like Christianity. Whenever I would find a Bible, I would bury and destroy it. To this day I don’t know why I hated it so much. 

I didn’t like anything about the religion—and now I’m paid through Quiet Hour Ministries to spread the Good News of Jesus Christ. 

The person I initially hated is now the person I love the most. 

Before I truly knew who Christ truly was, I was selling drugs and drinking heavily. There were four of us in business together before the incident happened. 

Through our dealings, we were often involved in violent altercations. We were used to it—but this time, it was different. 

One day, one of my business partners was shot and killed and then another. Someone was out to get us. Slowly, each of my friends were shot and killed, until I was the only one left. 

For more than a year, I constantly felt like someone was coming after me. Even when nothing was happening, I kept imagining someone would come and kill me. 

Then I started experiencing severe pain in my chest. In my old beliefs, I thought someone had cursed me or sent an evil spirit to harm me. 

It felt like something was moving inside my chest. I started having frequent nosebleeds. 

This went on for two years. I became so afraid that I rarely left my bedroom. If I needed to go outside, I had to bring a friend with me. 

My family desperately searched for a spiritual healer—someone who could communicate with spirits—to figure out what was wrong. We visited many places, hoping to find a cure, but nothing worked. 

Eventually, I decided to join a religious order, believing they had spiritual power that could protect me. 

Even after joining, I still felt lost and still kept searching for healing. I met with people who claimed to have spiritual abilities—those who practiced magic or witchcraft—hoping they could cure me. 

No matter what they did, I wasn’t healed. 

Then I remembered that some of my old friends were Christians. I called them and asked for prayer. 

They were surprised I reached out—knowing how much I used to despise Christianity. They asked me, “Are you sure? If we pray for you and you get better, will you become a Christian?” 

Right then, I made the decision. I told them, “Yes, I want to follow Jesus.” They prayed for me, and within a few days, my fear and pain completely disappeared. 

Those friends were Seventh-day Adventists. At the time, the group I joined wasn’t connected to an official church—it was more of a small gathering. 

My parents were against Christianity and didn’t allow me to leave the house or attend church. But since nothing else had worked, they eventually gave in and let me go. 

I got baptized in that group, even though it wasn’t a formal church. Still, my pain disappeared because I truly believed in Jesus Christ. 

For two years while I was sick, I had become like a crazy person—isolated, paranoid. People were afraid of me. But after I was baptized, I got better. 

At first, my parents only allowed me to join the Christian group because they had no other option. But as I continued going to church, learning, and healing, their hearts began to change. 

I stayed with that group for five years, but during that time, I was influenced by others and eventually fell back into gambling and drug-related activities. 

For a year, I returned to my old life—using and selling drugs. Eventually, the pain came back. That’s when I realized I had turned away from Jesus. 

When I realized this, I spent a week in prayer, asking God for guidance. 

That’s when I stumbled upon an established Seventh-day Adventist Church. I found the community I needed, and they helped guide me through healing. The pain went away once again. 

At first, it was hard for me to share my story. Whenever I talked about it, the pain would return at night. 

In Hmong culture, we believe that speaking about past trauma can bring it back. 

But over time, I grew stronger. 

Now, as a gospel worker sponsored by QHM, I share my testimony freely, encouraging others to seek Jesus. I no longer fear the pain will return. 

This proves to me that God has the power to change someone’s life—to take them away from drinking, bad business, or any wrong path. He can forgive your sins. 

As believers, we must be examples. We must pray for those who are struggling—whether they are poor, addicted to drugs, or lost. We must share goodness with them.