A young man from India was brought up in a very strict Hindu household.
Due to a set of circumstances, this man came in contact with Christians. Initially he was repelled by the Christians he met. But gradually he realized that what they said was true. In these Christians, he saw Jesus revealed.
He came to see that he was a sinner who needed a Savior and that Jesus had died on the cross to save him. So he gave his life to Jesus. Like millions and billions before him, he fell down helpless before the cross, and repented of his sins.
When he told his parents he was to be baptized as a Christian, they were appalled, horrified, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he went ahead and became a Christian, he would never see them again.
On the day of his baptism, his parents, brothers and sisters, and all his extended family held a funeral for him. He never again saw his family.
When asked if he would he do it all again, he said, of course he would.
He would hate to go through the pain again. Yes, he missed his family. But go back? Never! Any cost, any pain was worth it, just to be by Jesus’ side. In his joys, in his sorrows, in his laughing and in his crying, Jesus was always there. To know Jesus – to follow Jesus – to sit at His feet, to take up his cross and walk with Him – to climb the mountains with Him – to walk the valleys with Him – this was his life. There was no other.
He said, with a twinkle in his eye, and also with a tear, that he prayed daily for all his family to come to know Jesus too.
Thanks to Ken Shillito for sharing this story and to Mikhail Nilov for the picture.
Outside of a church or outside of YOUR home, how would anyone know that YOU were a follower of Jesus like this young man was a follower of Jesus?
WHEN YOU FEEL AS IF NO ONE CARES OR UNDERSTANDS, TURN TO THE ONE WITH SCARS ON HIS HANDS!
