All my life I had longed to live in America. Did God care enough
to answer my prayer.
When I was born in Tokyo in the late 1940s, Japan was still rebuilding
from World War II. I loved to watch American programs on our black-and
white television. The shows portrayed a warm, family-oriented society,
and I dreamed of living there one day.
The dream came true in 1984 when my company selected me for a job
at its subsidiary in Chicago, I took on the name "Scott"
to fit in better. My wife, Naomi, and our three children spoke no
English but were as excited as I.
On the outside, our lives were pleasant in America. Inside our home,
however, it was a different story. I was a driven taskmaster with
an uncontrolled temper. Nearly every day I argued fiercely with Naomi,
and often yelled at the children.
In October 1989, I received a call from one of my superiors. "Mr.
Sakashita," he said, "you will be assigned back to Japan
in January". Only three months!
"I like America very, very much," I replied. "Please
give me another chance to stay."
"No, " he said, "when the company says to go, you
must go."
Naomi did not take the news well. "The children and I don't
want to go back to Japan," she said. "You can go back alone."
For the next three months, I got little sleep. I began to realize
that I was not in control of my life. But somehow I found a position
with a company that would let me stay in Chicago.
About this time my wife met a woman named Sue. She had a wonderful
attitude about life. "This lady is different from other Americans,"
I told Naomi.
"She goes to church," Naomi said, "and she is a Christian."
Although we didn' believe in God, Naomi and I decided to attend Sue's
church. At a home Bible study, we met more Christians. I soon started
reading the Bible avidly. I learned that Jesus Christ had died for
me and that I could have eternal life by repenting of my sin and trusting
in Him alone for my salvation (John 3:16).
I thought I understood, but I didn't really grasp that I was a sinner
and needed a Savior. I self-confidently tried to control my anger
and live a good life. God was an abstract concept.
I still dreamed of living and working in America permanently but
this wasn't possible without a different visa. When the U.S. Government
held a lottery in 1991 to determine who would receive a permanent
visa (the "green card", it looked hopeless. I was only one
of millions who applied. My new Christian friends promised to pray,
pointing out Bible verses such as, "If you believe, you will
receive whatever you ask for in prayer" (Matt.21:22).
A few months later, an envelope arrived with the word Visa
stamped on it. Thinking it wa a credit card application, Naomi set
it aside. The next night, while watching TV., I casually opened the
envelope. "This is to notify you that your application for a
Diversity Transition Immigrant Visa has been accepted," the letter
announced.
I leaped and cried for joy. The God of the Bible had answered my
prayers! He cared about me and my problems. What I had heard before,
that Jesus died for me, suddenly seemed personal and real. God had
sent His Son to die for me, Scott Sakashita, a sinner. "But God
demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners,
Christ died for us: (Rom.5:8).
"From this day forward, I promise to never leave You under any
circumstances, no matter how bad things may get," I prayed. Little
did I know how God would test that promise.
Although my application for a green card was approved. I did not
discover that I still had to set up an appointment with the immigration
authorities until it wa almost too late. Was my dream dead after all?
Instead of losing my temper, I prayed. A calmness stayed with me
despite months of uncertainty. And there were no arguments with Naomi.
I was experiencing the truth of 2 Cor. 5:17: "If anyone is in
Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"
That summer I received the answer to my prayers, my green card. In
February, God gave me something even more important: Naomi became
a Christian, too. Our children have since put their trust in Christ
- in part because they saw how He changed us.
My biggest dream used to be living in America. Today it is living
for God. Instead of fulfilling my own desires, I am now trying to
obey what Jesus said: "But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given to you as well" (Matt.6:33).
Everyone with large mailing list, please forward what I am writing
to you now to ask for your help. I do not really know how to start
a prayer chain, but we need a miracle.
Michael Novenche is a 2 year-old beautiful little boy in Clifton
Park, New York, and the grandson of a very dear friend of mine. A
few months ago, he started throwing up and telling Mommy "boo
boo in my head." He was brought to the doctors and tests were
ran on him,later that week he started losing feeling in the left side
of his poor little body. They found a large tumor in his brain. He
was brought to a hospital in Boston where doctors told his family
the tumor was too big and it was too risky to operate on it. His aunts
and uncle would not give up, they called Beth Israel, then E-mailed
Dr. Epstein for him to look a Michael's films. Michael's uncle then
drove the films to New York City himself for Dr. Epstein to look at.
Dr. Epstein operated but couldn't remove the entire tumor and now
he has to go through chemo to keep the tumor from growing and hitting
the brain stem.
We need all the prayers we can get for the chemo to kill the tumor
entirely. As I write this, he started chemotherapy and we are hoping
desperately that it works. We need all the prayers we can get. Please
stop and say one prayer for this beautiful baby boy Michael when you
read this letter. They need a miracle of God's healing so that their
precious baby boy grow up. I am asking you to send this letter, or
copies of it, to everybody you can think of that will pray for Michael.
Please also take his name to your church and church groups and ask
others to pray for his healing. Many thanks and may God bless each
one of you who care enough to pray for a little boy's life. I am asking
that each and every one of you please forward this on to everyone
that you know.
Just think if this was your little child going through this right
now. We all know that God can heal this little angel. Please take
time to do this right now.
To God, where are you? I need you to tell me how to live? I'm from
an outlying mountain area of Fujian China, and I am a freshman of
Fuzhou University. In my home town, I'm the first daughter of peasants
to enter a university. My hometown is a poor and backward village.
Last year, each of receipts yearly is almost 900 Yuan RMB, convert
into US dollar is about more than $100. For I'm the first, the villagers
pool money to let me go to school.
In my family, There are three brothers and two sisters. My parents
have poor consititution and illnesses because of overworking themselves.
The two older brothers had going out for a work at a distant place.
They work very hard, but their wage is too few to pay the cost of
my families. As the eldest daughter in my family, I'm very ashamed
that I can't support my parents for I go to university. The first
school year has over, but I can't go home, I have to work and to make
a little profit for my families. I don't know, next school year, I
want to continue the school work or have to work. Cost of every term
is more than 3000 Yuan, it makes me very difficult. If I stop the
study, I'm very sorry to my villagers. And if I continue the study,
I'm sorry to my conscience.
Where is my way? I don't know.
God, my God, help me!
Yours,
Shuping,Li
06/15/97
Her resident address is
New 11# Gong Xiang, Gulou
Fuzhou, Fujian, P.R.China
PostCode: 350001