Testimonies

About a year ago, my 74-year-old father was diagnosed with a cancerous tumour in his oesophagus. Having drifted away from the Lord over the years, he was facing a daunting battle. A care group member encouraged me to pray not only for his physical healing but also for a change of heart.

When my father showed me his doctor's report, radiotherapy or chemotherapy was recommended, though without any guarantees. I chose not to be overwhelmed by the medical details and instead focused on God's promises. On his report, I wrote, "As Jesus is, so is he in this world" (1 John 4:17). I encouraged my father to partake of the Holy Communion daily, anointed him with oil, gave him Pastor Prince's Chinese book on the Holy Communion, and urged him to declare, "By Jesus' stripes I am healed." My care group also stood faithfully with us in prayer.

Then, during a Sunday service, Pastor Prince prayed for tumours to be gone. I translated that segment into Chinese and sent the video clips to my father. Even as subsequent reviews led to further scans and recommendations for treatment, my daily devotions reminded me to cast my cares upon the Lord and keep my eyes fixed on Jesus.

The Lord was working spiritually as well. I brought my father to a healing service led by Pastor Henry and also to the Chinese service at Marina Bay Sands. During the Chinese service, my father raised his hand to respond to Christ once again.

Then, in The Year of Much More, we continued to expect God's goodness. In February, my father's blood test results came back clear. The major breakthrough came a month later, when follow-up reviews confirmed that all traces of cancer had disappeared. The doctor remarked that the likelihood of such a recovery was around 1 per cent.

More recently, a follow-up CT scan once again showed no trace of cancer, leading the doctor to discontinue any further chemotherapy. Finally, on 14 July 2026, my father was officially declared cancer-free and required no further chemotherapy or cancer medication. Shortly afterwards, my parents celebrated their 49th wedding anniversary together in Batam.

Looking back, I can see God's faithfulness at every stage—not only in my father's physical healing and protection, but also in drawing his heart back to Christ, surrounding us with a praying care group, and strengthening our faith through His Word.

A few years ago, the doctor found two abnormal growths in my prostate during a scan. He assessed one of the growths, which was 0.7 cm in length, to have a 50 per cent chance of being cancerous, and the larger growth, which was 2.3 cm in length, to have a 20 per cent chance.

My Prostate-Specific Antigen (PSA) reading was also elevated above the normal limit, and my prostate was enlarged. My urologist recommended a biopsy as one option, or to continue monitoring for another year as the alternative. My wife and I prayed and felt no peace about going through the invasive biopsy procedure. We chose the monitoring path, trusting God for His complete healing.

We started to partake of the holy Communion daily as a family, including during times when we were on overseas holidays. We meditated on healing scriptures and declared complete restoration over my prostate condition. We believe that God is able and willing to heal anyone who comes to Him. For me, I believe that by His stripes, I am already healed.

One year later, I underwent further tests and another scan. When I met the urologist to review my report, he looked very puzzled. He informed me that the radiologist could no longer find the larger growth, and that they had also reassessed the risk of the smaller growth from 50 per cent down to 20 per cent.

I believed in my spirit that our Lord had already healed me, and that the full manifestation was just a matter of time. However, as my PSA reading and prostate size remained above normal, my urologist recommended another test in two years’ time.

Recently, after two years, I went for my third scan and blood test. While waiting to meet my urologist for the review, I kept declaring, “As Jesus is, so am I in this world,” as taught by Pastor Prince.

When he looked at my report, he was absolutely astonished to find that the remaining growth had also disappeared. At the same time, both my PSA reading and prostate size are now normal. He kept asking me what I had done. I simply declared confidently that it is God’s miracle healing.

Thank you, Pastor Prince, for your healing ministry and for always reminding us to look to Jesus in whatever circumstances we are in. All we need to do is believe and be patient to see our healing manifest—thirtyfold, sixtyfold, and surely a hundredfold.

Last year, I suddenly lost my job. Although financial anxiety tried to overwhelm me, I continued trusting that God is my provider. I remembered Pastor Prince teaching that the Lord who feeds the sparrows will surely take care of us.

By His grace, commissions from deals I had previously closed continued coming in. Even though I had lost my job, God remained faithful and ensured those payments were honoured.

At 61 years old, I knew finding another job would not be easy. Yet deep within, I sensed the Lord assuring me, “I will provide for you.”

I went through many interviews and rejections before one company continued pursuing me through five rounds of interviews. Finally, after four months of waiting, they offered me the role. The human resources manager later shared that all the interviewers had given me a unanimous “yes”.

God did not merely replace my previous job—He restored me with much more. I received a 46 per cent increase in fixed salary, along with excellent benefits.

What amazed me most was this: I had been unemployed for exactly four months, and God provided four months of guaranteed commissions. He is faithful and truly a God of “much more”.

Last year, my husband and I were expecting our firstborn. On the day my water bag broke, we had just seen our obstetrician that morning and all was well, so we packed our bags and called a taxi.

As we got into the taxi, I experienced a massive gush of fluid and began bleeding bright red blood. We arrived at the hospital around 2am and, to our horror, the nurse attending to us could not detect any heartbeat.

An obstetrician who happened to be in the hospital came to assess me and immediately performed an emergency C-section. When I woke up from the surgery, I learned that I had suffered a placental abruption. My son had lost a significant amount of blood and had been deprived of oxygen for a period of time.

When he was delivered, he showed no signs of life. But the paediatrician resuscitated him and, by God’s grace, my son came back to life. All the doctors and nurses later told us we were very “lucky”. If we had arrived even a minute later, he would likely not have survived. But we knew it was not luck, but God.

A month later, when we visited the obstetrician who delivered our baby, we learned that he is also a Christian. He was not supposed to be in the hospital at that hour. He had come in for another emergency case and felt prompted to stay.

After birth, our baby stayed in the hospital for seven days. During this time, we were deeply strengthened by our church family from the Outreach Ministry, who prayed relentlessly for our son. The leaders also partook of the holy Communion on his behalf. His lungs improved so quickly that, two weeks after his discharge, he no longer needed oxygen at all. We were worried that his brain or organs had been damaged due to the lack of oxygen. But praise God, his brain scans showed that all was well.

Today, our boy is a healthy. His weight is trending above his growth curve, and he is meeting all his developmental milestones. The paediatrician has declared that he is past the initial birth trauma.

All praise to Jesus! We believe Jesus brought our baby back to life. We are also so thankful for our church family, who stood with us and supported us during this difficult time. We truly believe their prayers played a part in our son’s miraculous recovery. Jesus is indeed real and alive!

Some time ago, my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter came down with a high fever and was hospitalised for what the doctors believed were flu viruses. However, after two nights, she became unresponsive and started gasping for air. She was later discovered to have a severe streptococcal infection. Her heart, lungs and kidneys were shutting down, and she was placed on life support.

At one point, the doctors could only tell me, “Your daughter is very ill,” while showing me X-rays of her lungs, which appeared completely white. They even arranged for a social worker to prepare us for the worst.

The doctors explained that if she did not improve, she would need to undergo a procedure to be placed on an extracorporeal membrane oxygenation (ECMO) machine—a heart and lung bypass. They warned us of the risks involved, including possible brain bleeding, but said it was the only way to buy her more time.

I was devastated. When her condition worsened and I had to sign the consent form for the ECMO procedure, I remembered two of my Christian friends and asked them to pray with me. During the operation, my friends and I sat in the waiting room praying and worshipping God.

After the procedure, my daughter remained in the ICU. During that time, the church’s healing team visited regularly to pray and partake of the holy Communion with her. At a healing service, Pastor Henry also prayed for my daughter and declared that she was on her way to recovery. Pastor Mei from the Rock Kidz Ministry encouraged me to declare the finished work of Jesus over her as well. I spoke scriptures over my daughter and sang worship songs to her, and each time I did, she would respond by moving.

Days later, my daughter was successfully taken off the ECMO machine. Her kidneys began to recover, and dialysis was no longer needed. However, a later scan revealed bleeding on the brain, and we rallied the prayer warriors again. At the next scan, the bleeding was gone!

My daughter eventually underwent lung surgery to remove the remaining infection. After that, her fever broke, and she was transferred out of the ICU. One doctor told me, “She is a miracle. Whatever prayers you and your friends were praying, I think it worked.”

My daughter was discharged about six weeks after she was admitted. Through it all, the Lord was with us. He healed my daughter completely. All glory to God!