Silas’ Testimony
Hello, my name is Silas, and I’m from Pakistan. I was born into a Christian family, but I wasn’t truly a Christian myself—I simply carried the label of Christianity.
When I was two years old, my father was accused of blasphemy and sentenced to life in prison. After four years, he was released, and our family moved from Sialkot to Islamabad. As I grew up, I took on household responsibilities and attended school. During that time, I also began playing cricket and eventually got involved in gambling. I sold all of my mother’s metal utensils to place bets—and lost everything.
In 2011, I created a Facebook account and quickly gained over 5,000 friends, most of them girls. My life revolved around inappropriate content and chatting with them, even video calling in compromising situations. I was deeply lost and even harbored thoughts of becoming a terrorist, wanting to harm Muslims. But in 2015, something significant happened.
On August 12, 2015, I went to Muzaffarabad and joined the army, beginning my training. After three days, I returned home to Islamabad. On August 15, schools reopened, and I was dropping off my sister-in-law and younger sister. On the way, we had an accident—but God miraculously saved us. We were hospitalized and then sent home, and life continued as usual.
The next day, a pastor visited and asked if I realized that God had saved me for a reason. I shrugged it off, harboring resentment toward God, thinking He only supported the guilty and not the innocent. But as soon as the pastor left, I turned on a Christian TV channel—not really wanting to watch it. I was irritated but kept quiet.
The next day, the pastor came again while I was watching a cricket match. I switched back to the Christian channel when he arrived. He asked me about the match rules, I explained them, and after praying, he left.
On the third day, I reflected on how I feared the pastor but had no fear of God’s presence. I turned on another Christian channel and heard a pastor talk about how to pray. I had never prayed before, so I tried it—confessing my sins to God. Tears streamed down my face for two hours. I heard a voice saying, “If your sins are as red as scarlet, I will make them white as snow.” I had never heard that before. It filled me with both fear and peace.
The pastor asked what had happened, and I told him I felt emotional. He said it was the Word of God touching my heart. I started attending church and was baptized on October 23, 2015. The pastor told me God had called me for a purpose, but I didn’t take it seriously at the time. Later, I realized its significance.
I shared my testimony with friends—even on a bus. In Pakistan, people often ask for alms or donations for religious schools on buses. I stood and said, “I’m not here to ask for alms or donations. I want to tell you one thing: Jesus has changed my life. I used to live a life full of sin and wrongdoing, but Jesus transformed me. He said, ‘I am the way and the truth, and no one can come to the Father except through me.’” After saying this, I got off at the next stop and went home, telling everyone how God changed my life. I feared backlash, but God gave me peace. Now, I continue to share the Good News and am grateful that God is using me as a vessel to spread His Word.
