Imagine going to study abroad and finding out about a revolution in your home country. Imagine leaving the only home you’ve ever known and taking a boat to an unknown destination. These are the stories of my parents and are the foundation of mine. When my father left Vietnam on a scholarship to study in Australia in 1968, he called himself a Buddhist. In practice, he lived as an atheist and his faith was in his own abilities. He became president of the Union of Vietnamese Students in Australia and hoped to earn a high social status in Vietnam after graduation. His plans were disrupted in 1975, when Vietnam became communist. As a representative of Vietnamese in Australia, he observed a stark contrast between insincere politicians who wouldn’t give him the time of day and Christians generously pouring out love to suddenly stateless young students. Amid the tumult, he recognized his limitations and found himself praying to God. Later in the year, he had a car accident. This near-death experience forced him to think about the meaning of life and investigate different religions. Ultimately, he decided to follow Jesus and to seek him more than education, status, and money. A few years later, my mother arrived in Australia as a refugee. As ethnic Chinese, her family was not treated well by the new Vietnamese government. They left on a boat, ended up in a refugee camp in Malaysia, and split off in different directions to whatever countries would accept them. After she arrived in Australia, my father met her to share about Jesus, and the rest is history. I do not remember a time when I did not consider myself a Christian. When I was two, my family moved to southern California and became highly active in the Vietnamese immigrant church. When I was twelve, I affirmed my own belief in Jesus and was baptized. In my late teens and early twenties, I dug more deeply into philosophy, apologetics, and the relationship between faith and science. During this season of exploration, I realized that the so-called New Atheists did not suddenly stumble upon convincing evidence for the non-existence of God. They simply embedded themselves in a worldview that would not allow for the supernatural, even in the face of overwhelming evidence. I did not always appreciate my spiritual heritage. The first time I read “Your statutes are wonderful; therefore I obey them (Psalm 119:129 NIV)”, it didn’t make sense to me. What is lovable about laws? I’m American and I love freedom! Now I see that the freedom of defining Good and Evil is illusory. As Western society has moved away from its foundational Christian beliefs, every faction fights for power without regard for truth. This has led to chaos. Now I more firmly believe that God’s way is the right way, even if I do not understand it and cannot justify it in an individualistic value system. I am not a perfect person. I do not always say the right things or handle situations the right way. I can get too absorbed in my own thoughts or the next task and not pay enough attention to the right things or the people I should care for. Nevertheless, I believe that, “Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path (Psalm 119:105 NIV)” and strive to follow Jesus in all areas of my life.