In His steps...

Very recently, when the disheartening news of the loss of a medical missionary couple's daughter came, it broke my heart.I had only heard of them and knew that they were good friends of my cousins, who were missionaries themselves in the Northern part of India. It didn't seem fair. They had given up the prospect of a lucrative career to respond to the medical needs of a disease-ridden tribal group that lacked not only the amenities of civilization but the very necessities of life.They had responded to their calling despite the many, many challenges that came their way.

Yet, amidst the insurmountable loss, their unwavering faith in God had been evident. Having walked the difficult path myself , I know that the pain caused by the loss of a loved one remains for a lifetime. I know that for them everything from now on would be different, it would be new, and life- altering.This loss, while tragic from a human perspective, are a part of a growing roster of men and women who have paid a price for the advance of the gospel.

Even as I write, I am reminded of one of the most well-known stories of missionary martyrdom, Graham Staines who was burnt alive with his two sons. I think of William Carey who had to bury his son in India and manage his wife who never recovered from a nervous breakdown. I think of the Scudders who forwent their luxuries and embarked on a journey to a poverty-stricken land where they had to bury four of their thirteen children.The rest - seven sons and two daughters - came back to India in response to the call of Christ.

I'm reminded of this letter Adoniram Judson to his prospective father-in-law when asking for his daughter’s hand as he prepared for missions in Burma:

“I have now to ask, whether you can consent to part with your daughter early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can consent to her departure, and her subjection to the hardships and sufferings of a missionary life; whether you can consent to her exposure to the dangers of the ocean; to the fatal influence of the southern climate of India; to every kind of want and distress; to degradation, insult, persecution, and perhaps a violent death. Can you consent to all this, for the sake of him who left his heavenly home, and died for her and for you; for the sake of perishing, immortal souls; for the sake of Zion, and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this, in hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with the crown of righteousness, brightened with the acclamations of praise which shall redound to her Saviour from heathens saved, through her means, from eternal woe and despair."

While the temptation of worldliness and the lust for earthly power looms large in Christendom, we should remember, whatever form our cross may take, that there are matchless rewards promised to those who remain faithful unto death. God does not promise us freedom from persecutions and trials; but He does assure of his presence, His joy and peace that no man can give or take away.And there's no greater joy and fulfillment than doing what God has called us to.

Over the week, I have been unable to silence the question, " Have I truly denied myself and taken up my cross?".If our definition of being a Christian is simply to enjoy the privileges of worship, be generous at no expense, have a good time surrounded by comfortable things, and at the same time stay immune to the world's great problem of sin because it is too much pain to do something about it-if this is our definition of Christianity, we need to rethink.

Following Jesus doesn’t necessarily mean becoming a missionary or a preacher. Yet, would I choose to love people at any cost, to walk as Jesus did in every area of my life? Does the thought of millions dying each day without even having heard the name of Jesus bother me? If there comes a point in my life when I'm faced with a choice—Jesus or the comforts of this life—what would I choose?What would you choose?

Amidst the drastic growth of nominal Christianity today we need more of the real kind.We need revival of the Christianity of Christ.Have we put to death our own plans and desires and committed ourselves to His will for our lives?Are we ready to take up the cross? Is it possible for the church to sing with exact truth,

Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow thee?

Great is Thy faithfulness!

In March 2020, Amy, my younger daughter will turn three. Time has flown by and looking back, I can only thank God for the infinite ways He has been faithful in the months leading to Amy’s birth. We had just moved to a new apartment in May 2016. It was July 2016, after a long and tiring road trip from Yellowstone National Park back to Seattle, when I discovered I was pregnant. My husband and I were thrilled! Our prayers had been answered!

My in-laws visited us in August and a couple of months later, we decided to call our parents over to visit since my husband’s project had gotten over and he was at home for a couple of weeks. We had been praying for a new project close to home but to our disappointment, my husband was posted to a new project in Phoenix. Considering that we had only a few more months on our visas, any move would not only be expensive but would also take a toll on us, especially on my health. Since we had prayed over this, we knew God was at work. There was so much to do! First, we had to find a new apartment in Phoenix without having to pay lease-breakage for the apartment we were living in. We frantically searched for all options to break the lease without any fee. Nothing seemed to work.Realizing that we didn't have much time left, my husband wrote out a cheque for the lease breakage fee which was over 3000 USD. Just before handing it in, we decided to pray over it and wait another day. Amazingly, that very day we came across a property in Phoenix that was owned by the same management that owned our current apartment. Guess what? We finalized an apartment in Phoenix without having to pay any lease-breakage, a huge cost-saving feat accomplished with God's help !

I was almost six months pregnant by then and we had to pack up and move to Phoenix from Seattle. Having finished the long and tedious processes of trashing, donating and packing all our stuff, we called the movers. Moving day came and all our stuff was loaded into the truck. Hardly had the movers packed up and left, when my husband got a call from his employer asking him to stay back in Seattle for three more weeks. We were shocked! Our stuff was all gone-no furniture or bed or kitchenware. Our apartment had been emptied, we had to survive for three weeks with practically nothing, and my parents were visiting in a week!

We trusted God to lead us. I’m thankful for the friend who lent us a bed for my parents to sleep-in, for the friend who lent me some of her kitchenware and even for friends who invited us over to stay with them (which we politely declined). On the day my parents were to arrive, my husband had to leave for Phoenix on an official trip for a couple of days. I dropped him off at the airport at 5 am and prayed for someone who would accompany me to the airport to pick up my parents in the evening. For someone like me who struggles to navigate the neighborhood even with the help of technology, the thought of getting around a place I’ve been  only once before, like the airport, bothered me. My friend, who accompanied me to the airport that day was an answered prayer.

Over the next couple of days, I drove my parents around Seattle for sight-seeing (Thanks to Mom armed with google maps!) after which my husband returned to take us all back to Phoenix. A friend in Phoenix who heard of our move, picked us up at the airport and treated us to a yummy Indian dinner at her home. Indian food in a foreign place was heaven indeed! Life's simple joys reminded me of a heavenly Father who cared and provided for us.

Our visas were getting over by March 2017 and I knew I had only a couple of months before I travelled back to India. My parents left for India in a month and I was to leave in January. I could’ve left with them but decided to stay back to celebrate Christmas and New Year with my husband. Since I was leaving the US for good, I had a lot of luggage. While my check-in baggage included 3 huge carton boxes, 1 big suitcase and my toddler’s car-seat, my cabin luggage had a duffel bag,a small suitcase, a backpack, a guitar, a toddler, and a baby in my tummy. It was going to be a long 30-hour flight with 2 transits. Travelling alone at 32 weeks of pregnancy, I must admit I was a little worried with a lot of what-ifs.What if I go into labour or start bleeding mid-air? What if my feet swell up? What if my toddler becomes cranky? I went to the Lord in prayer.Our God is a God who speaks- not only of instruction and holy warnings, but of promises too.The Lord spoke through Job 39:2 "Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?” He who watches over the goat and the doe when they give birth would watch over me! What assurance!  Having cast my cares on the Lord, I was all set for the long journey ahead.

I had more cabin luggage than I was allowed on-board. God granted me favor in the eyes of the crew and I was allowed to take all of it in. My guitar which was supposed to have been charged extra wasn’t charged and was flown business class since it wouldn’t fit into the economy class. (A couple of months later, when my husband flew back home, he had to throw away a suitcase because they didn’t allow it inside the cabin, citing extra luggage. Lol.) My toddler did remarkably well the entire journey. A lady at the airport remarked that that I had too much luggage while travelling with a young child. I smiled because she didn’t know that there was a little one inside me.

I reached India safe and an ultrasound a few weeks later revealed that I had a low-lying placenta, a condition that would hinder normal delivery. I had trusted God in my previous pregnancy and delivery, and I knew God would do it again. Amy Arpana was born normally on March 8th, 2017 (A long story in itself) hale and healthy. Amy is almost three now, beautiful in every way — our own miracle of life and of love.