Meet the Lolowangs

Welcome to our story! We’re the Lolowangs—a family rooted in faith, love, and adventure. Our journey is filled with milestones, memories, and a whole lot of God’s grace. God is good! Hi, I’m Assdhy Lolowang. Join me as I share the story of how The Lolowangs began...

My ex-girlfriend—now my wife—had drifted far from God, pouring herself into her career as a nurse. At work, one of her colleagues persistently invited her to church. After months of gentle nudges, she finally agreed to attend, where she encountered the most beautiful story of God’s love. Inspired and transformed, she and her roommate, whom our kids called "auntie Connie," began a ministry of giving flowers and water bottles to the homeless in the streets of Orlando, Florida. What started as a simple act of kindness blossomed into a meaningful outreach effort. That same year, her other best friend, "auntie Nella," encouraged her to attend a young people convention called GYC (Generation of Youth for Christ) in 2011 with the title Fill Me, in Houston, Texas.

Unbeknownst to her, across the country in Denver, Colorado, another sinner—me—was on my own journey. I had recently completed a three months of intensive evangelism training at the Emmanuel Institute of Evangelism in Michigan, rebaptized, and returned to my home church, the Colorado Indonesian-American Seventh-day Adventist Church, to lead the youth department. Toward the end of the year, I decided to invite several young adults and youth to join me at GYC. During that time, I was seeking God’s guidance and volunteered at the conference as a flagger during the meal time, audio recorder for one of the presenter, and bus leader during the outreach. Nervous and unsure, I knew that stepping out in faith was the only way to lead by example and discover what God wanted for my life.

During the outreach portion of the event, I was assigned to an unfamiliar bus. Anxiety gripped me as I stood there, sweat beading on my bald head. I waited nervously, hoping to find my footing amidst the chaos. Just as I was about to doubt myself, the leader told me that my bus was ready and that I was the last person they’d been waiting for. I hurried aboard, expecting a sea of unfamiliar faces.

But as I stepped onto the bus, I was shocked to recognize several passengers from New Jersey—faces I never imagined I’d see. Among them sat one particular passenger, the lovely nurse from Orlando, Florida. In that moment, I didn’t know if it was coincidence or providence, but looking back, I now see how divinely orchestrated it all was. God had brought two sinners together, not just to meet each other, but to embark on a journey of faith, love, and service.