I remember the day when I first heard I had my parents. I
remember the day I first saw my parents and other members of my family. I remember the day I bought a bag full of
books from a group of booksellers with a fraction amount of a rupee (they had
come to our school; Rampur High School, Budar, Doti in far west Nepal where I
was probably fifth grader) and how they were told to leave the school. I remember staying over in my aunt’s house
(because by then my home had become a prison for me).
I remember running away from home and traveling to India (I
was suffering from severe depression; home had become unbearable). I remember
passing 9th grade with grace marks from a kind teacher. That year had been the most troublesome year
of my life. After wondering in India and
visiting holy places I had once again returned home with even emptier heart
than when I left, and had to sit in exams without any preparation.
I remember my sister’s family offering me to stay in their
house and finish my 10th grade (10th grade used to be the most severe test for
one to enter university in Nepal).
Though I came to stay with my sister, I had brought my problems along
with me to her house.
I remember my school teacher shouting at me (in a
loving way) and asking me to buy chocolate for passing the 10th grade (SLC;
school leaving certificate).
I remember the night I said "Yes" to the Lord Jesus
Christ in that dark room. I remember the day I took baptism. I remember
the day I was baptized in the Holy Spirit. I remember the day I decided to
serve the Lord for the rest of my life.
There after there are so many fond memories that I cannot
list all of them here…I remember the day I was able to communicate in English
(I was 20 years old by then). I remember when I got the academic
excellence award in my graduation from a well known Bible College in India.
I remember the first day I met my wife. I remember the day she said yes
to marry me…I remember the day when doctor told me that my wife was
pregnant…the day when I first held my son in my arms…the day he spoke the first
word “papa”, the day his first step to walk as I was leaning him against a
wall.
I remember the day we began our first church…the
day we first laid the foundation for our church building…the few more
graduations along the way towards my educational pursuit…
There are so many good memories and there were
also equally or even more difficult experiences along the way, but they are not
there in my memory with the same freshness. The Lord has blessed me with the
gift of Manasseh so that I would not be crushed with the weight of all the bad
things that had happened all along those years.
Jesus, when leaving his disciples, he told them “do this in
remembrance of me” indicating to the fact of his death on the cross for our
sins. This “remembrance” is such a blessed gift from God that every time I fall
short, I am reminded to “remember” the cross and the blood that guaranteed my entrance
into the Holy of Holies. It reminds me of the fact that it’s not about me or my
goodness, but it’s all about Him and His goodness and grace that I am what I am
today. Even the heavens sing of the importance of the event of the Mt. Calvary
when they sang; “they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of
their testimony”. We remember Calvary and confess our sins and move on to the
place where we shall join the chorus in singing to the Lamb upon the throne.
This blog is an attempt to take note of these
things as I remember along the path as I move forward towards my heavenward
call...if you have the time and the tenacity; I would greatly appreciate your
company, contribution and even some occasional comments...I am new to the world
of Internet and modern technology…but I hope to catch you along.
