This is my testimony of how I encountered Jesus Christ in my life. And this is going to be a series-form where I narrate my life looking back: coming to the Lord, my disobedience, and my repentance. For we can only connect the dots of our life looking backwards.
“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God.” – I Corinthians 1:18, NKJV
May 2021, Imphal, Manipur
In the month of May this year — actually a few months back — suddenly I was bedridden for two weeks. Literally I was crippled, and I could not get up from bed. Even on bed, I could not sit properly. I had lower back pain.
But it was not the right time to fall sick or ill in any way, because the coronavirus pandemic was raging and wreaking havoc across the world — and is still ongoing — and doctors were not available to see patients because of fear of contracting the virus.
I thought I was strong. But at that point, I came to realize the futility of trusting in my own strength. Our strength diminishes as we age, and our body dies each day. It’s this hard truth that we don’t want to swallow at any point in time.
But anyhow I was taking medications for back pain, and it didn’t do much to make me get up from bed and walk. I was taking those medications for the prescribed duration. And I could not get up from my bed. And I was still bedridden.
As some friends suggested, I did oil massaging on the affected part of my back, and my wife helped me with the massaging for about a month. And the pain subsided slowly, surprisingly. And I began to walk with great difficulty… with a cane, though.