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| How I met God? (My personal encounter with the almighty) |
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Author - Saju Asokan |
| Last Updated: Aug 02 2008 |
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| What you are going to read? |
Have you ever met God and felt his presence in your life? By His grace, I have. I want to share with you my experience I had when I met God, knew how much He loves me and felt His power that surpasses reasoning – In short this is My testimony that God not only exists… but really lives and He loves and cares about each one of us.
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| Turning the pages back... |
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As always, let’s start with some history… Are we going to talk about what happened in 1948?? Nope… We are going to talk about what happened in and after 1984… I was born!!! … Nothing really happened much, except that I started with my small… very little life.
I was born into a family with quite a bit of problems. To be precise- A hell lot of problems. Facing them, crying over them and learning from them, I slowly grew up. Though I was born in a Hindu family, I never used to go to temples except when someone really forces me to. Since my dad has always been an atheist, I was never brought up in a religious background. I grew up totally free from all belief systems and rituals. Hence you can say that I was also a ‘little atheist’ all through my childhood. I continued to be so, until God gave me the first chance to feel Him.
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The darkest four years in my life opened wide in front of me when I stepped into my teenage. (Since, our topic is not related much to that, I prefer not to discuss any details). I had to go through very tough times in my family. The situation deprived me of love and care, added turbulence, tension and uncertainty in my little life. In my immature age, my family circumstances demanded seriousness and maturity out of me in an age when I was to play, enjoy, learn and grow. I remember days when I used to cry in my school-classes thinking about my cursed days, while friends who belong to my age would merrily roam around. I saw nothing but darkness in front of me.
It was the time when I came to know about Jesus and His love. My grandmother has been a believer, who got saved by Jesus, from a suicide decades back. She taught me the story of the life of Jesus and the gospel. In the midst of all my pain and suffering, though I understood very little of the real meaning of the gospel, I held it close to my heart. During the darkest nights and the most disturbing emotional storms, the hope in a living God helped me to move forward. Years passed by and I reached my mid-teens. My family circumstances started to improve slowly...
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| Crazy Youth |
I started to think a lot during these days... About the meaning of life... my existence… and so on. I trusted in my logic and rational thinking above anything and it was the starting point when I ignored my God who carried me in His arms, through all my tough times. I started rationalizing everything - love, sex, marriage and started debating with others on various topics… And I was proud in my false belief that what I believed was always true. I started to read books of Osho and the like… and my greatest happiness turned out to be, the moment when I debate with my grandma and defeat her and assert that God doesn’t exist. She found herself speechless in front of my rational thoughts and my lengthy circus with words. I depended on myself, my knowledge and my talents and totally denied the power above.
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| Sweet Sweet Love |
 I was good at studies and joined for my Bachelor’s in Engineering, with lots of dreams about my life, career and all. DSue to my logical thinking I always rejected love and considered it only as a need for life’s existence. I liked to think about death and used to think about humans being as nothing but flesh and bones, however beautiful they seem outside. Due to this mentality I never wanted to be in love. But… since God’s ways were much ahead and above mine, I also fell in love – madly in love. I felt that she was the most beautiful, the most wonderful, the most loving and caring human being on the planet. We were in love for almost three years and in that time we weaved lots of dreams and built sky scraping castles in our imagination. She was all I loved, cared and trusted. I saw all the love I missed from my family in her. In short, she meant a world to me. Whoever might abandon me in my life, I was damn sure that this person will never forsake me. There were times when I boasted in front of my friends that if ever we both are alive, we would definitely marry and live happily. God should have been smiling then. In short, I made the biggest mistake... I valued the gift, but not the giver – the Almighty.
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How I met god / For those who are still searching in the darkness
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" I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me " - John 14:6 |
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