Our Mission

We saw her outside the skytrain station, sitting on the edge of the side walk with bags of scattered personal belongings while looking frazzled with tears in her eyes. My brother in church and I approached her, asking if she needed any help. To be honest, when I first saw her, different thoughts ran across my mind. On one side, I felt a sense of sympathy like I should definitely help her, especially with an identity as a Christian. On the other side, I......judged. There was a part of me that was scared - scared to touch her, scared to communicate - I just didn't know what to expect. 

But then....the first thing she asked us out of everything was, "Are you Christian?". At that moment, I knew God was there - with us. 

Then, an older lady who was a complete stranger walked by, saw this confused woman sitting on the ground, and immediately held her hand and kissed her. I was quite shocked. Here I am, thinking I'm helping this woman, but simultaneously, having judgement towards her? I felt ashamed. 

As I was conversing with this woman, she just couldn't stop crying. You could tell she was so lost, that she felt so alone, so hopeless, so hurt, so empty.

We invited her to come to our church, which fortunately had our services on Saturday nights. In the foyer, we talked, we prayed to Jesus, we held hands, we hugged. I felt like God was opening both of our eyes. For us, we saw the love of Jesus and that we are all his children. It's really hard to believe sometimes that God has made some of us rich or poor or strong or weak, but in the end, we are still His. He created each and every one of us the way he intended and I felt like God was giving me a reminder that because we are all his, I need to stop judging, stop being scared, and trust in Him. 

During the service, she was scrambling. For some reason, she just told me that she couldn't do it anymore. "I am going to kill myself!" were the exact words that came out in shrieks. In shock, I felt extremely helpless. As our pastor was still speaking as this was going on, I did not know what to do. I sat there and prayed. Help God...I don't know what to do. I'm really scared. I don't know what to say. Please do something God.

She got up abruptly and left the worship hall. We followed and tried to calm her down. She was bawling her eyes out. I felt really sad because I really did now know how to make her feel better anymore. She just kept telling me, "I need Jesus...I need Him". I felt like God was really trying to speak to her saying,"You can't give up, you are made for a reason, you are chosen personally and I love you so much".  In the end, the police and ambulance came after - she was taken to the hospital to hopefully get treatment for her unstable condition. 

In a way, I feel like the hospital can only cure so much. God presented to us that this woman had a spiritual yearning. She was seeking something more. Talking to my brothers and sisters after this whole incident, they told me that they were praying to God in the worship hall when this woman was screaming helplessly. It was definitely a spiritual battle - but a battle that God had complete control over. 

After this whole experience, I believe God is giving us a reminder that the need in our community itself.....is huge.

We are the ones that God has personally chosen to help these people.....we can't walk away.

So...Let's not walk away...

¹⁹ Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, ²⁰ and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” - Matthew 28:19-20