I drove to an open forest area that night, knelt down on the grass beneath the stars, and committed my life to Jesus Christ. I had grown up in a sea of deities, yet never had a relationship with any of them. On that day, I experienced the living God, Emmanuel: “God is with us.” A peace overtook me as I gazed at the sky. That night I became the first-ever Christian in our family’s lineage.
This Asian American grew up in a home in America adorned with statues of Buddha, with incense seeping in every room, including his own.
And yet despite all these and the religious guidance he received from his devout Buddhist parents, Alex Chu never felt any personal connection with Buddha and his parents’ faith.
“I just remember when I woke up each morning I would smell incense seeping into my room. And there were statues of Buddhas…”
A normal day in the life of young Alex Chu who became the first-ever Christian in his family lineage. His parents were devout Buddhists and trained their children in the family religion.
I could hear my parents in the other room using a handheld tally counter as they recited mantras. In one day in our home, the counter might reach 1,000 clicks, or 2 hours of meditation. They chanted in order to clear their minds and purify themselves, seeking perfect enlightenment in the way of the Buddha.
Each morning, I would wake up to the smell of incense burning. Oranges and pineapple cake were offered in front of Buddha statues in a room designated for meditation. Our home was like a temple. On each wall hung a Buddha portrait, totaling more than 30 deities throughout the house. A statue of the Grand Master, revered as a living Buddha, stood at the center of our home. My parents spoke often about discipline, wisdom, and training the mind according to the Four Noble Truths.
“I wanted to honor my parents. However, there was never a personal relationship with any of the Buddhas. It was always at a distance.”
You might picture us nestled on a street in Thailand or China, yet the story of my life begins in Lawrence, Kansas, home of the legendary Jayhawks. My father was a science professor, my mother a homemaker raising my two sisters and me. The influence of a Guggenheim Award–winning dad and a so-called “tiger mom” kept the pressure on for straight As. Academics, achievement, and ambition were nonnegotiable in my search for parental approval.
Religion wasn’t the only obligation that put him under pressure.
“Accomplishments, ambitions and achievements were essentially the non-negotiables, that which we strive for. My dad was very successful academically and professionally having two doctorates, including one from Harvard. Living in his footsteps was quite a bit challenging growing up. My mom always told me that she loved me. And my dad often times would love me by telling me that I could accomplish anything I put my mind to. “
Alex lived up to his parents’ expectations, and followed the Buddhist customs – but there was a cost.
“The pressure made me feel like I’m only okay if I get straight A’s or if I’m at the top of my class. The feedback that I would receive often times from my studies would be, ‘Oh, you got a 99% on this test. Well, it should’ve been 100.’ That was just the way in which they would motivate to do better. And that was pretty customary for a lot of Asian Americans growing up.”
As he got older, he started to question his faith.
My Taiwanese family lineage includes generations of Buddhists, so religion was destined to be integral to my identity formation. Yet outside our home, our neighbors pursued an entirely different faith. As I practiced the violin on Sunday mornings, my attention drifted to the sound of cars pulling up outside. Families dressed in their best would get out and walk to one of the many churches down the block. I would watch them, and then return to the Suzuki method. Somehow I managed to go through 18 years of life without ever hearing the Good News of Jesus.
“And it wasn’t probably till high school until I started to think on my own, and not only question my own faith, but am I going to take what the media says, what we hear on TV and watch as truth? Or am I going to be able to think on my own?”
In the mid-1990s, I arrived at the University of Illinois at Urbana–Champaign (UIUC) with eyes wide open, eager to soak in all campus life had to offer. I had chosen UIUC because of its engineering program and its closeness to home, plus its diversity and active student organizations. Back in Lawrence, I had been regularly reminded that I am in an ethnic minority. At UIUC, for the first time in my life, I met not one or two but a whole group of people who looked like me, had similar upbringings, and knew what it’s like to be bicultural in a white-majority culture.
My dorm was full of fervent Christians: the InterVarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF) students shared a bond with each other and seemed to radiate love. They were the first Asian American Christians I had ever met. They cared about things that were important to me—like living with purpose and having compassion for a cause beyond themselves. Living with them, I began to realize that the Buddhism of my upbringing was not in my heart, Christianity Today shared.
Alex would eventually find the truth in college – but not in a religion or philosophy class. He witnessed it through the Christians in his dorm.
“They seemed very tightknit, very friendly. But even more so there was a lot of joy on their faces. They didn’t seem to have a lot pressure on them.”
And he discovered something even more compelling.
“The unconditional love that is preached in the Christian faith. The relationship with God that you can have is something that was a surprise to me in many ways.”
In his 2nd year, he asked one of the guys if he could go with him to an Intervarsity Christian Fellowship (IVCF) meeting.
“For the first time I heard about the grace of God.”
But feelings alone weren’t enough to convince Alex to abandon his parents’ faith. He needed rational answers to his many questions.
“The problem of evil, or why does evil still exist in the world? I wondered about the historical reliability of Scripture and the inspiration of Scripture as well.”
His decision hinged on the most important question of all.
“Who is Jesus, and is He who He says he is?”
So Alex joined a Bible study to find out.
“I soon joined a gig (Groups Investigating God) and began studying my first Bible, beginning with the Gospel of John. The authority with which Jesus spoke amazed me; it’s as if his words jumped off the pages, addressing me directly.
“Well, what impressed me about Jesus in the gospels was the authority with which He spoke, but also just the love that He had and compassion for all people. And so I had to discern that based off of how Jesus interacted in Scripture and His claims and as I reflected upon it, I came to that conclusion that he was indeed the Son of God. And at that moment I also prayed a personal prayer to God. And I was completely convinced that Jesus is the Son of God, that He died for my sins that I may have life eternally with Him. “
In October 1997, during my junior year, I decided to take a study break. I started reading John Stott’s pamphlet “Becoming a Christian,” which I had picked up at an IVCF gathering. While reading, I grew convinced of my sin and need to be forgiven. I drove to an open forest area that night, knelt down on the grass beneath the stars, and committed my life to Christ. I had grown up in a sea of deities, yet never had a relationship with any of them. On that day, I experienced the living God, Emmanuel: “God is with us.” A peace overtook me as I gazed at the sky. That night I became the first Christian in our family’s lineage.
“As an Asian American that was always trying to seek approval and achieve things, it meant everything to me to recognize that he loves me unconditionally and offers an eternal life with him.”
Honoring My Parents
By presenting the gospel in a profound and simple way, Stott’s booklet had sealed my conversion. But over a dozen believers had led me up to that point. I had heard the gospel both through the message and its messengers, who embodied the Word of God in their lives. Some had an intellectual style and could answer my tough questions. Others shared about Jesus’ mark on their life. A few of them regularly invited me to events. God sent his only Son as both the message and the messenger. Likewise, the IVCF community served as the message and messenger united as a faithful witness.
For months I prayed about how to tell my parents what had happened. When I was at home for winter break, I sat in our living room to read Following Jesus Without Dishonoring Your Parents. My father was stunned by my reading choice, but also pleased by the dutiful title of the book (written by a team of Asian American ministers, including Peter Cha and Greg Jao). When he asked why I was reading it, I told him I had become a Christian.
That evening, my dad, ever the scholar, took my Bible to his office and spent hours reading it to learn about my new faith. Being from a collectivist culture that emphasizes group identity, my parents insisted that our family religion was Buddhism. My mom recognized Jesus as a humble man with good character, but said he is one of many gods. Both parents held out hope that I would come to my senses and return to the Buddhist faith.
As the years passed, God’s indwelling in my heart grew deeper, and I started to discern a call to vocational ministry. My parents said that if I followed through with this plan, they would cut me off. Sensing disunity in our home, I decided to stay and care for my father, who was battling heart disease. My presence and devotion built mutual respect and helped preserve our relationship. In God’s timing, my family softened to my hopes of becoming a pastor. My parents continue to share their Buddhist experiences with me, and I continue to share my faith with them. My mom regularly prays to Jesus to bless and protect me.
Today I serve on staff at a multisite church in the Chicago suburbs. I help equip members to become ambassadors of justice and mercy within a ten-mile radius surrounding the church. I was fortunate to have experienced the love of God and now have the privilege to shepherd others in living out the gospel. There were a number of twists and turns in the road to reach this point. But every season of my life is in response to God’s love, not a striving to achieve or obtain it. He who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion. Through the power of Christ’s resurrection, my shame-based culture’s search for affirmation is transformed and redeemed by grace. I am God’s workmanship, approved and unashamed (2 Tim. 2:15).
Alexander Chu is the outreach pastor of Christ Church in Lake Forest and Highland Park, Illinois. He is a doctoral candidate at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. He also married Michelle, a Christian, and today he and Michelle are busy raising three children.