At a very young age, I recalled asking myself & people
around me, what was the point of life? I didn't understand why people were
born, lived, earned a living, raised children and eventually died. The worst
part was, when I asked the adults about what happened after
death, they would either shun the question by telling me that it was an
inauspicious topic to discuss or that we would only know when we died! There
was no answer!
Being in a Buddist family did not help. I was told to good
works so that I could have a better after life, but when I asked how much good
work I needed to do, no one could give me a definite answer. One thing did
stand out though, if I did anything wrong, my mum was sure to send me on a
guilt trip making me feel lost & frustrated: No one offered me forgiveness
or assurance that life was going to be alright, I could always start afresh.
However, God heard my plight and sent a Christian domestic
helper to work in our household. When I was seven, Vera brought me to church
& my parents were not happy. Church going was prohibited by my family, but
that just made me want to go to church more, as I was excited to break house
rules! Gradually, I became more rebellious & my mother would clamp down on
me even harder through various punishment: I retaliated wherever possible,
thinking that I would be happy. The truth was the more I disobeyed my mum, the
more guilty & unhappy I grew.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only
Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John
3:16
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