Orphaned yet not Abandoned: A Call to do Mercy
There has never been a day in my 23 years of faith when I felt more like an orphan than today. When my father told me to move out of our house in 2006, I gladly did. I had Christian friends to help me. When I was all alone, starting a new fellowship despite opposition from both Christian and Hindu groups, I still had confidence in my friends and the Lord. God used me to do that work for ten years. When I was studying at SAIACS, I felt more accepted than anywhere else and did well in my M.Div. After Ruth left in 2020, I managed everything on my own. Still, papa, mummy, and my younger brother kept supporting and helping me. I had some friends and mentors whom I could seek help from whenever I needed. Even my uncles supported my clinical practice. Still, my innermost desire was to serve the Lord. So, I kept studying. When I got admission to a PhD program, I was delighted. But I did not anticipate visa delays (I am still praying for the visa to come through). I joined M.Th. (NT) again, the...