Life sometimes deals blows so heavy, it feels like our very soul might shatter under the weight. I have known joy, but I have also walked through valleys so dark and deep that even my own voice seemed too weak to pray. And I want to share a part of my journey — not to dwell in sorrow, but to testify of a God whose light pierced through my darkest nights. In 2023, I lost my very near and dear brother — not just a brother by blood, but my other half in every sense. His absence left a hollow space in my heart, and along with it came crushing financial debts. I thought that was my breaking point. But life wasn't finished testing me yet. Before I could gather myself, I lost my father. It felt like the very roof over my head and the ground beneath my feet had been pulled away. My world trembled. Once again, debts loomed over me, threatening to drown everything I loved and worked for. Job 1:21 echoed in my heart during those days: "The Lord gave, and the Lord has ...
There are moments in life when the weight on your shoulders becomes too heavy for words. The widow in 2 Kings 4 : 1-7 knew that feeling. Her husband, a man who feared God , had died suddenly. He left behind love, memories, and a ministry… but he also left behind a debt so large that creditors came knocking at her door. They were not asking. They were demanding. They wanted her sons as payment. Her world was collapsing. She had no strength, no income and nothing in her house except a small jar of oil. She did not even have the confidence to stand tall. All she had left was fear and faith the size of a tear. And she carried that to the prophet Elisha . What touches me most is this: Elisha did not judge her. He did not ask how her husband managed money. He did not say, “Why did you borrow so much?” He did not remind her or her husbands mistakes. He didn’t say, how can a prophet take such a hefty amount of loan? He listened. He cared. And he searched for a solution. This...
I wish you all a pleasant evening, sojourners and good friends. Today I would want to speak to you all about a day when I was old; it may sound strange for you to hear about a day when I was old because I am still young. In actuality, this is all about the suffering I have experienced in society. This can be my story, your story, or you can give this narrative a face, but this is definitely a story that shattered me. I was strolling down Silguri's main street today, savouring the pleasant weather and the company of my good friends. I was overcome by the company, and the weather favoured me as well. At times, we were giggling uncontrollably and occasionally taunting one another. My gaze was drawn to a handsome and well-dressed uncle and aunty who were sitting by the Siliguri Municipal Corporation's garbage tank. I am not sure why, but their body language and lifestyle did not fit the circumstance. My buddies drew me away from the spot, but my soul was impelled to go and ask i...