I came to know Christ in the summer of 1990. It was a time of great turmoil and pain in my life as I had come to the knowledge that my mother had cancer in the terminal stage. My mother was a believer who often shared the gospel with me during my growing years. But I always put Jesus alongside the prophets of various other faith systems down through time. It seemed the most comfortable position to take. Yet deep within, God was far away and I felt very confused.

Then one night after coming home from spending the day at my mother's hospital bedside, I picked up the Bible in desperation. It was my last resort. I was searching for comfort, hope, and strength in the face of deep despair. Not knowing where to find the answer in the Bible, I simply opened up to the book of John and to the fourteenth chapter. For years the Bible was just a story book to me; but as I read the words of Jesus, I felt the scriptures come alive for the first time in my life. This was not just any book. It was God's personal love letter to me in my darkest hour. I sensed a very great presence of love, comfort, and hope envelop me. My heart was put at ease as I read God's word. I felt that I should not be "troubled" but "trust" in Him. I knew that the Lord had reserved a place in heaven for my mother, and coming to verse six I heard the Lord calling out to me to recognize Him for who He truly was. That night all that my mother had shared with me about Jesus and His death for my sins fell into place. I gave my life to Him in recognition of who He truly was and is.

During the days that followed, I felt the Lord ministering to me through His Holy Spirit to know Him more intimately and to make Jesus known to others. For the very first time, I saw beyond the cancer ward of the hospital where my mother was, and I saw a world outside as terminally ill and dying.

During the period of my mother's illness, I was determined to take her back to her homeland of the Fiji Islands which she had left twenty-six years before. I gave my request to the Lord for a way to be made for my mother to return to the island she loved, and He answered. On the first of September, 1991, I came with my mother and an aviation nurse to Fiji. The Lord allowed her three weeks to be with her family and friends again before taking her home to be with Him. I came under the parental and spiritual wing of her sister and brother-in law who are matron and principal respectively of the Fiji College of Theology and Evangelism. It is at this institution that I studied for my Bachelors of Theology and graduated in December 1995. Two years later, I graduated with a masters degree in Christian Education from Dallas Theological Seminary. I returned to Fiji where I now serve full time with Ambassadors for Christ, South Pacific.