Saved by Grace

For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God – Ephesians 2:8


Scala Sancta (Pilate’s Staircase) in Rome

Years ago I stood watching people ascend what is commonly known as Pilate’s Staircase.  Just today my family and I were talking about it and I got emotional as I thought of the people I saw going up the stairs on their knees just as Martin Luther did in 1510, probably repeating as he did the Our Father on each step.  It was said that by doing this work one could “redeem a soul from purgatory.”  It is believed that this staircase, Scala Sancta, that was used by Jesus in Pilate’s Judgment Hall in Jerusalem was, according to legend, supernaturally transported from Palestine to Rome.


Figures of Pilate and Jesus at base of Scala Sancta

At the base of the staircase are the statues of Jesus and Pilate.  Pilate is introducing the King of the Jews to the people and saying, “Behold the Man!”  This reminded of what Jesus said to Nicodemus.  “And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up,  that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:14, 15).  By beholding the serpent, the people were saved by faith.  Likewise by beholding Jesus and believing in Him, we are saved.  

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Joseph Fiennes as Martin Luther in the movie, Luther

It was here on the Scala Sancta that the unexpected happened for Martin Luther.  It was where his eyes were opened to the truth that salvation comes by the grace of God and not by works.  One day, “he was devoutly climbing these steps, when suddenly a voice like thunder seemed to say to him:  ‘The just shall live by faith.’  Romans 1:17.  He sprang to his feet and hastened from the place in shame and horror.  The text never lost its power upon his soul.  From that time he saw more clearly than ever before the fallacy in trusting to human works for salvation, and the necessity of constant faith in the merits of Christ.  His eyes had been opened, and were never again to be closed, to the delusions of the papacy.  When he turned his face from Rome, he had turned away also in heart, and from that time the separation grew wider, until he severed all connection with the papal church.” 

Before his revelation, “Luther was still a true son of the papal church and had no thought that he would ever be anything else. In the providence of God he was led to visit Rome.”  However, once he received the unvarnished truth, Luther could no longer remain loyal to the church which promised indulgences to those climbing the staircase on their knees or whose clergy he found profanation instead of sanctity.  His disillusionment with the church led to his part in the Protestant Reformation.  He was declared a heretic and excommunicated from the church.

In Jesus’ time, the religious leaders trusted in the traditions of men instead of the Word of God.  Today, where are you placing your faith?  In the teachings of men or in the teachings of God?

Sources:  Bible Gateway; Great Controversy; Wikipedia


No Coincidence

We are not here by coincidence.

All around us is evidence that we

are here by design.

We were fearfully and wonderfully

made in the image of our Creator.

In tender love He fashioned us

and gave us the breath of life.


We are not here by chance

but for a purpose.  We were

created for God’s glory.


We were made a little lower

than the angels yet we are

crowned with glory and honor.

The Lord is mindful of us and

He cares for us.  His eye is on

us as it is on the sparrow.

He can number the very hairs

on our heads.


No, we are not here by

coincidence.  We are here

by choice–God’s choice.

Nature is not an accident.

It is intentional.


From the unsightly caterpillar

that transforms into a beautiful

and colorful butterfly to the

mighty eagle which soars across

the sky, all of nature reflect and

declare the glory of our Creator.



An American Bald Eagle In Flight by Klaus Nigge


Source:  Blue Letter Bible

The Broken Engagement

Out of all the men on the planet why did she have to fall in love with Riaan, the one man she couldn’t have?  She closed her eyes in despair, the tears hot on her cheeks.  Rolling on to her side, she reached blindly for the pillow next to her and hugging it tightly, she buried her face in it as the memories came unbidden.

Six months ago, Nia met Riaan when she was in Tooting, visiting her friend, Ishani. She had gone for a long walk, enjoying the weather and the buzzing neighborhood.  She ventured into the marketplace and visited a few of the stalls.  She had fun looking through the vintage clothes and handbags of one stall and the African art and exotic masks in another.  She picked up some natural and organic skin products before she left the market, happy to be back in the bright sunlight.

By the time she went back to her friend’s building, it was noon.  She was hungry.  As she approached the entrance, she saw a tall man standing there.  Then, he seemed to drop something on the ground.  He squatted, his eyes searching the area.  As she got closer, he turned his head and their eyes met.  She felt as if her heart had stopped.  He was absolutely gorgeous.  He had thick, raven dark hair an olive complexion and dark brown eyes.  He was dressed in a navy blue jacket, tee shirt and jeans.  A part of her was tempted to ask him if she could help him to find what he was looking for but the rational part reminded her that he was a perfect stranger—no matter how attractive he was.

She dragged her eyes away and walked past him.  Her pulse was still racing when she reached Ishani’s flat.  “Something smells really, really good,” she remarked when her friend opened the door.  “I’m famished.”

Ishani smiled.  “I’m not surprised.  You were gone for a while.  I was beginning to wonder if you had walked all the way back to your place.”

“What is that smell?” Nia asked as she followed her into the kitchen.  “It smells familiar.”

“It’s chicken Madras,” Ishani informed her as she opened the pot to taste its contents.  Satisfied, she turned the stove off.  “Tooting is famous for its curry.  And this is one of my specialties.”  She glanced at the clock.  “I hope Riaan gets here soon.”

Nia frowned.  “Who’s Riaan?”

“My cousin.  I invited him to have lunch with us.  I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why should I mind?  Does he live here in Tooting?”

“No, he lives in the city.  Oh, that must be him now,” she added when the doorbell rang.  She hurried from the kitchen.  Nia went into the living-room, curious to meet this cousin and when she saw who it was, her heart somersaulted.  The gorgeous man she had left downstairs, searching for something was standing there in her friend’s flat. He saw her and a surprised look came over his face.

Ishani introduced them.  “Riaan, this is my friend, Nia.  Nia, my cousin, Riaan.  Riaan, make yourself comfortable while Nia and I get things ready.”

Nia helped Ishani set the table, trying to stay focused on the task at hand but she was acutely aware of him sitting there, watching her.  She prayed that she wouldn’t drop or spill anything.  Finally, the table was set and the food was on the table.  They sat around the table.  Ishani said grace and then they tucked in.  “This is so tasty,” Nia exclaimed.  It was the best curry she had ever had.  How she wished she could cook as well as her friend. This wasn’t the first time she had sampled her cooking.  Ishani was an excellent cook.

Ishani smiled.  “Thanks.”  She turned to Riaan.  “Is it as good as Aunt Faiza’s?”

Riaan grinned at her.  “Almost.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.  Riaan’s mother makes the best curry,” she explained to Nia.  “My brother and I used to love going over to their house just for her cooking.”

As they ate, Nia learned that Riann’s parents and younger sister lived in South India.  Riaan left there to come to London to go to school and university.  He lived with Ishani and her parents until he graduated from university.  He shared a flat with a friend until he got a job.

After they finished eating, they lingered around the table, talking until it was time to clear the things away.  Riaan helped to clear the table. As he and Nia passed each other, he leaned over and whispered, “Have dinner with me tonight.”  When he looked at her, she could tell that he was very serious.  She nodded, wordlessly, her heart pounding.

Ishani served them slices of Chhena Poda which Nia learned were the Indian version of cheesecake.   They were delicious and she had to resist the urge to have another slice. Ishani gave her a few slices to take with her.  “Riaan said he will take you home,” she told her.  “I will call you tomorrow.”

On the ride home, Riaan asked her questions about herself and her family.  He walked her to her flat and outside he reminded her of their dinner date.  “I will pick you up at seven,” he said, his eyes staring into hers.

“I’ll see you then,” she said breathlessly and watched him walk away before she turned and unlocked her door, her hand trembling.

Seven came and so did he.  When she opened the door, she couldn’t help staring.  He was dressed in all black.  There was something about a man wearing all black.  The black suit, black shirt and tie complimented his olive skin, black hair and brown eyes.  Her fingers longed to bury themselves in those thick, silky tresses.  He smelled good too.  The musky scent of his cologne tantalized her senses.  She wondered if he had any idea of the effect he was having on her.

She saw the way his eyes traveled over her and the admiration that shone in them. The dress fitted her snugly and the shade flattered her complexion.  Her hair fell in thick waves about her shoulders.  She had washed it, blow dried it and curled it and was pleased with the results.  “You look amazing,” he said, swallowing hard.  Unable to resist, he leaned over and brushed his lips against her cheek.  His eyes were dark when he raised his head and gazed down at her.  “I want to kiss you but I know that once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She wanted him to kiss her but the sound of the doors of the lift opening and voices brought her back to her senses.  Turning, she fumbled with the key as she locked the door.   He moved aside and she preceded him on trembling legs to the lift.  On the ride down, she leaned against the wall, trying to compose herself.  How on earth was she going to get through the night feeling the way she did?  All she could think about was how much she wanted him to kiss her.  She knew if he had, they wouldn’t be going out for dinner now.

On the way to the restaurant, she tried to distract herself by looking out the window and talking to him about all sorts of things.  Over dinner, he asked her questions about herself and her family.   They were at a Lebanese restaurant.  The ambience was warm, friendly and cozy.  She was beginning to relax a little.  After dinner, he took her for a drive and then to her flat.  At the door, they said their goodbyes and this time, he kissed her hand.  The following day, he took her took her to see Windsor Castle and then a bite to eat at Limes Bakery.  And after that they were dating.  He took her all over London and outside of London.

One Saturday evening after they finished having dinner at her flat, he announced, “I’m leaving for India tomorrow.”  They were relaxing on the sofa.

“Tomorrow ?  This is so sudden.  Is everything all right?” she asked, surprised and concerned.

He shook his head.  “No, nothing is wrong.  Something has come up and I need to see my parents.  It’s nothing to worry about.”

“How long will you gone for?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks.”  She sighed.  “Two weeks seem like a long time.  I will miss you.”

His eyes darkened on her face.  “Not as much as I will miss you,” he said.  “I will call you when I get there.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow evening. That doesn’t give us much time.”

“It doesn’t,” he agreed.” He got up from the sofa.  “but, I know just how to spend what little time we have left together.”  Reaching down, he pulled her up and roughly against him, making her catch her breath.  As his mouth closed hungrily over hers, he picked her up and carried her to her room.

The next morning, she woke up and rolling on to her side, she reached for him but he wasn’t there.  There was a note on the pillow.  Dear Nia, I wanted to say goodbye but I didn’t want to wake you.  I wish I didn’t have to leave you but it’s something that I have to take care of.  Don’t worry.  I will see you in two weeks.  Until then, please know that I love you very much and will be thinking of you.  Riaan.   She read and re-read the note and then folded it and placed it on the bedside table.  She missed him already.  How was she going to get through the two weeks?  She didn’t want to get out of the bed but she had lots of things to do and it was back to work tomorrow.  She hoped the two weeks would go quickly and that he would let her know when he was coming back so that she could meet him at the airport.

It was Tuesday evening and she had just finished cleaning up in the kitchen when the phone rang.  It was Ishani.  They spoke about arbitrary things and then, Ishani said, “Riaan is in New Delhi.  I expect he’s gone to see his fiancée.”

Nia nearly dropped the phone.  “His fiancée?” she sank to the floor as her legs gave way.  “Riaan’s engaged?”

“Yes.  Didn’t I mention that?”

“No.” The word came out as a moan.  She closed her eyes, feeling sick.  “How long has he been engaged?”

“I think it’s been nine months.  Nia, are you all right?  You sound strange.”

“I’ve got to go, Ishani.  I’ll call you tomorrow.” She managed to get the words out before she hung up.  Then, she dissolved into tears.

For the next few days, she was a mess.  When she saw Ishani, she told her everything and her friend tried to comfort her.  “If I had suspected that you two would develop feelings for each other, I would have told you about Aisha.  I’m so sorry, Nia.  I blame Riaan.  He should not have gotten involved with you.  I’m going to let him have it when he comes back.”

Nia was so depressed that she called in sick the following day and just spent it lying on the sofa, trying not to think about Riaan and how much she still wanted him.  The first week passed and then the second week was almost over.  Soon he would be back in London and then, what?  She couldn’t face him.  She didn’t have the strength to fight him or her feelings.  Perhaps, she should take a trip…

The phone rang, bringing her back to the present and she stared at it, afraid to answer it.  Then, she reached over and picked it up.  It was Ishani.

“Daya, Riaan’s sister just called me.  She said that her parents have disowned Riaan because he broke off his engagement.  She said that he told them that he couldn’t go through with it.  He said that didn’t love Aisha and that he loved someone else.  Aunt Faiza begged him to reconsider and Uncle Bhagesh threatened him but he refused to change his mind.  Uncle Bhagesh threw him out of the house and told him that he was no longer welcome.  Daya didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to him.  She said that whoever this girl was, she must be very special for Riaan to go against their parents’ wishes. She’s right, Nia.  You are very special to Riaan.  Not many men would stand up to their parents like he did.  I’ve heard about men who go through with their arranged marriages even though they are in love with other women.  I expect Riaan will be coming to see you when he’s back in London and that you have a lot to think about.  Call me if you need anything.”

Nia promised to do that and hung up the phone.  She lay there for a moment, her head spinning from what Ishani had just told her.  She got up from the bed and took a quick shower.  It looked nice outside and she thought of going for a walk but changed her mind.  She was heading to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea when the doorbell rang.  She went to see who it was and her heart lurched when she saw Riaan.  She fumbled with the lock and pulled open the door.

Without saying anything, she pulled him inside the flat and closed the door.  They stood there for several minutes just staring at each other, the raw emotions on their faces.  Riaan’s looked drawn and his eyes were filled with torment.  His hands were clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to take her in his arms.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you,” he muttered tightly.  “I wanted so much to tell you but I was afraid of losing you.”

“Ishani told me everything, including the part about your parents disowning you.”

“Yes, I told them that I couldn’t marry Aisha when I loved you.”

“I’m sorry about your parents but I’m not sorry that you broke off your engagement.”  The broken engagement had exonerated him.

He reached for her then and pulled her into his arms.  His lips found hers and they exchanged feverish kisses, making up for the time apart and the agony each endured.  “Do you love me?” he asked, when he raised his head, trying to catch his breath.  “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Riaan,” she said huskily, her eyes swimming in tears.  Then, she was swept off her feet and carried to her room.

Sources:  Hindu Names NetBuzz FeedMadh MamaWikipediaEvening Standard; Tooting Market


Madira’s Healing

This story is similar to the woman with the issue of blood.  She had suffered for twelve years and the doctors couldn’t help her although she had spent her money on them. Finally, she had sought out the only One who could.  In faith, she touched the hem of His garment and was healed.  Madira was suffering from an unknown sickness.  The doctors could not ease her pain so she turned to witch doctors whose prescribed methods failed to work.  After six years elapsed, they gave up and for years, Madira continued to suffer.

Then, one day in the midst of her pain, Madira remembered the gift her brother had given her sixteen years ago.  It was a Bible.  It was the last resort.  She and her family had tried everything possible to end her suffering, but so far, nothing had worked.

She pulled her son aside and asked him to bring the Bible and read it to her.  As he read to her from it, something miraculous happened.  The pain left Madira’s body and she was able to sleep through the night.  It was possible now for her to move without the struggle and discomfort.  The words filled her with a peace she had never experienced before and brought healing to her tired body.  This stirred within her a desire to know who Jesus was.

One day they met Seth, a Gospel for Asia supporter serving their area with whom they explained their problems to.  He told them about Jesus’ love and how He was the great Healer and Restorer.  He promised them that if they believe in the name of Jesus Christ, Madira would be healed.  However, after years of discouragement and treatments that didn’t work, they were not hopeful.  Seth encouraged them not to worry because God does the impossible for all who believe in His name.

The family decided that since there was no hope anywhere else they would go to church and learn about God’s love.  There they met pastors and believers who prayed regularly for Madira.  Within a few weeks, God healed her completely.  He had answered their prayers.

For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, And His ears are open to their prayers – 1 Peter 3:12a

Through the fervent prayers of His people, God healed Madira.  This all came about when Madira remembered the Bible which contained the living, breathing Word of God. She discovered its great value and in its pages, the God who wanted to reveal His love to her.  It was able to do what the doctors and the witch doctors were unable to do–bring relief and peace from her pain.

God’s Word is powerful and it still impacts the lives of those who are in possession of it. Help Gospel for Asia to put the Word of God in the hands of more families in Asia so that like Madira and her family, their lives can be impacted too.


Sources:  Gospel for Asia; Bible Gateway

A New Life

“It’s so hard to believe that the child who used to disobey me at every opportunity is the same beautiful young woman standing before me now on her special day,” Mrs. Clark said to her daughter, Karen who looked radiant in her wedding dress.  Tears pricked the older woman’s eyes and she quickly blinked them back.

Karen hugged her tightly.  “Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry for all the trouble I gave you when I was growing up.  I know it wasn’t easy for you to be a single parent.  You struggled to make ends meet and to give me the best.  There were some nights when I heard you crying in your room.  I knew you were missing Dad and wishing he were there to help you to raise a wayward daughter.  I thought of running away so that you didn’t have to deal with me any longer but I knew that would only make things worse.  On the night of my fifteenth birthday, I got down on my knees and asked God to change me.  I didn’t want to be a burden to you anymore.   You were such a good mother to me, so patient and forgiving.  You deserved a better daughter.  So, with God’s help, I changed.  And this is what you see before you now. I’m only sorry that it took so long and so much heartache before I came to my senses.”

Mrs. Clark hugged her and looking heavenward, she mouthed a silent prayer of thanks to God for answering the unceasing prayers she had offered up every day for her daughter.  She had been encouraged by various scriptures and had clung to them when the temptation to give up was particularly strong.  Prayer was the strongest crutch a parent had when it came to protecting a child. For as long as she was alive, she would continue to pray for Karen.

They drew apart and Karen smiled.  “I am trying hard not to cry,” she said.  “Mom, I’m so happy, so blessed.  I am about to marry a terrific man and start a new life with him.  I wish Dad were here.”

“He is,” Mrs. Clark said.  “He’s here.” She pressed her hand against Karen’s heart.

“Yes, he is,” Karen agreed, blinking.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I will send your Uncle Jack in.”  Her father’s younger brother had the honor of walking her down the aisle.

“Mom, before you go, will you say a prayer?”

Mrs. Clark smiled.  “Of course, Honey.”  She took Karen’s hands and bowing her head, she prayed.  And the same peace she felt the night before Karen’s transformation filled her and she knew then that all was going to be well.


Dealing With Our Enemies

The angry voices in the crowd rose to a crescendo, “Crucify Him!” drowning out Pilate’s protest.  They wanted Him dead.  They had delivered Him up and denied Him in the presence of Pilate, when he was determined to let Him go (Acts 3:13).  Yet, this was all in fulfillment of God’s plan of salvation.  The innocent was put to death for the guilty. The people had asked Pilate to put Him to death although they had no legitimate cause to do so (Acts 13:28).  They were motivated by envy (Mark 15:10).

He hung on a cross like a common criminal and they mocked Him, urging Him to save Himself.  “If You are the Son of God, come down from the cross” (Matthew 27:40). Little did they know that it was because He was the Son of God, that He didn’t save Himself by coming down from the cross.  He stayed there for their sake and ours.  He took the punishment we deserved.

It must have wounded Him to hear the jeers but the same love that made Him willing to lay down His life was the same love that infused Him when He cried to the Father, Fatherforgive them, for they do not know what they do” (Luke 23:34).  He was not overcome by their evil but He overcame it with good (Romans 12:21).

Jesus is our perfect example of how to deal with our enemies.  We don’t let their insults or wrongdoing get the better of us.  We rise above their evil intentions and follow Jesus’ advice “whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them” (Matthew 7:12).  He never said that it was going to be easy but as His followers and the children of God, we must make the effort.   And the Holy Spirit is there to help us.

The apostle Paul tells us how to deal with our enemies by quoting Proverbs 25:21, 22. “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; If he is thirsty, give him a drink; For in so doing you will heap coals of fire on his head.”  In acting contrary to what your enemy expects such as showing them love and kindness, it will stir feelings of shame and remorse. As Christians, we don’t treat people as the world does.  We treat them as Jesus would.



Sources:  Blue Letter Bible; Bible Gateway; Bible Hub

Drinking With Mom

As parents and stewards of God, it is our duty to provide for, care for and protect our children.  We are to impart wisdom and knowledge to them that will keep them safe and grounded in a world where they will encounter hardships, trials, temptations and challenges.  We are to teach, guide, counsel, encourage and support them.

Most mothers try to be positive examples for their children, teaching them right from wrong and to how to develop healthy habits.  They teach them how to be kind, loving and considerate toward others.  They help their teenagers with their studies and transition into young adulthood.  In fact, they do their best to raise their children to be upstanding citizens of society.  Unfortunately, this was not the case with Sahdev’s mother, Vahini who spent her time drinking with her son.

Alcoholism became Sahdev’s vice.  It consumed him to the point where he spent all of his earnings on alcohol and it his habit grew with such force that his mother was disturbed by it.  She began to wonder if a wife would temper his addiction so she set about looking for someone for him to marry.  She kept his drinking a secret while she arranged marriage between Sahdev and a young woman named Tanu, however, the bride soon discovered the family’s dark secret.  From the beginning of their marriage, she was victim of verbal abuse and brutal, drunken beatings.

Vahini’s hope that marriage would soften her son was squashed but, sadly, she didn’t support Tanu’s efforts to change Sahdev.  This was the opportunity to do what was right for her daughter-in-law and the grandchild that was on the way but Vahini sided with her son.  This only made his alcoholism grow worse, resulting in liver damage.  While Tanu braced herself for raising her child with a drunken father, her mother-in-law tried to find proper treatment for him but two months after his son was born, Sahdev died.

Instead of taking responsibility for her part in her son’s death, Vahini blamed Tanu. Tanu, now a widow with a child, received no comfort or support from her mother-in-law. When Vahini ordered Tanu to leave the house and she refused, she was beaten. Then, faced with raising a 2 month old child and no other options, the young mother returned to her parents’ home in the slums.  This was the last place she wanted to be but her parents comforted her and encouraged her to stay.

Things were tough for Tanu.  She found it hard to find a job to support her son and her family’s social caste limited her to jobs with long hours and low pay.  Thankfully, she wasn’t under any pressure.  Her father was a real trooper, very supportive.  He provided for her and his grandson by working as a daily wage laborer.  When the time came to put Aakar in school, the cost of his education was too much for the family.  And Tanu hadn’t found a good job.  She and her parents struggled to make do with what little they had. Aakar was enrolled in a free city school but the costs for his supplies were tremendous.   And there was the nagging thought that if anything were to happen to Tanu’s father, the family would have nothing at all.

Unless something was done, six year old Aakar would be forced to drop out of school. Help came when Tanu talked to her neighbors about their children’s education.  She learned that they were receiving help from Bridge of Hope, a Gospel for Asia sponsored program.  The program supported, educated, tutored, provided meals and medical care for children from needy families like hers.  Not wasting any time, Tanu enrolled Aakar at the centre.

Their lives changed when the staff not only provided for Aakar’s needs but showed compassion and kindness to him and hope sparked in Tanu.  She saw that there was a very great possibility that her son’s life would turn out very differently from his father’s.

“I can see that my child is improving in his studies and learning good habits through the Bridge of Hope center, ” Tanu said.  “I only wish that my child will grow up to be a good companion and never ever become addicted to alcohol or any kind of bad habits.”

Aakar is off to a really good start.  At Bridge of Hope, God is working through the staff members to give him a better future–one of hope.  Surrounded by people who love the Lord, Aakar stands a better chance of growing up to be a good man who loves the Lord and others.  He has a heavenly Father who loves him.  He never knew his own father whose life was a tragic one because of an evil influence.  Unlike his father, Aakar has a mother who wants what is best for him.

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope – Jeremiah 29:11

Thank God for stepping in when things were looking dismal for Aakar and his family. Through Bridge of Hope, God has transformed their lives.  Tanu didn’t know it at the time but the best thing she did was moving back home with her parents.  It was while she was living there, that she experienced the love and mercy of God through a program which offered her son more than an education.  It offered him a chance to have a quality life.  Had she stayed at the home she once shared with her husband, life for her and Aakar would have been unbearable at the hands of her mother-in-law.  God brought them out of that toxic environment and into a place where their lives have changed for the better.

Let Your mercy, O LORD, be upon us, Just as we hope in You – Psalm 33:22

Tanu’s story has a happy ending but there are other mothers who are struggling to raise their children.  Faced with extreme poverty, their lives are filled with hopelessness.  And many children in Asia never experience what it’s like to have a normal childhood.  Instead, they are faced with situations and decisions that we can’t even imagine or have ever had to deal with.  Please pray that God will intervene in their lives as He did in Tanu’s. And you can help to Aakar and children like him by sponsoring a child.  If you are interested in doing so, click here.  Help to transform a family’s life.

Tanu and Aakar


Source:  Gospel for Asia Canada