I Remember

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.