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Jabez, Suzaan, Sarah, Dawn, Manoj, Debee, G.S., Timothy, Jonathan |
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I was raised in a religious family. After I finished my studies, I found that there was an emptiness in my life. I had no peace in my heart. I thought that if I just got a good job I would finally have peace. I decided to join the army. I figured that I would get a good salary and promotions. I worked hard, got promoted, made friends but nothing could fill my emptiness. In 1970, I was transferred to the northeast part of India. I contracted a very bad case of tuberculosis. I was discouraged. My superiors were anxious to get me to the right kind of place to get good treatment. In 1971 I was admitted to a Baptist Mid-missions hospital. In addition to the fine medical treatment, they also treated me to the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ! I thought, "Why should I believe in a foreign god?" But, I attended their Bible studies. During one of the studies I was challenged to read the Bible. I did not know it was God’s Word. I started reading it and fighting with the missionary. I continued to read that book at arguing with people. My problem was that I would not believe that I was a sinner and that I needed a Savior. After 14 months in 1972 when I was reading God's Word, from Jeremiah: 17:9, the Holy Spirit began to convict me that I had a wicked heart. I saw I needed a living Savior. I began crying out to God. One day, I looked back on what I had learned. How Jesus Christ came to seek and save that which was lost. I saw that he died of the cross of Calvary on behalf of me. It was on that morning in 1972 that I called upon the Lord and received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. |