Embracing Imperfection
He picked me up from the Miry Clay
Law of the Garbage Truck
JESUS versus SATAN
He picked me up from the Miry Clay ( contd)
An Unemployed Graduate Please Send This On
A.S.A.P.
A Mother's Love
HE PICKED ME UP FROM THE MIRY CLAY
It's  always  been  tough  for  me  growing up as "the Pastor's son." I  have come to terms with that now, and I sometimes even use it to my advantage! People  have always told  me that it's a great thing to have been born into a  home  with  born  again  parents  and  not  have  had  to  experience  an uncertainty of  life after death. I always thought otherwise and in my mind I  would  go, "Ya  right.  You  don't know  what  it's  like  to not know life without  Christ  and  to  not have  had a  life changing experience per se." So somehow I've always rebelled against the teachings I had as a child.

There  were  spurts  when  I  would suddenly want to attend and participate in  Church  with a sense of "Holiness" but those  were  few and most often after  a  major  setback in my life. On  the whole I would describe my walk with  the  Lord  as  non existent or just cold. I can't remember a time when I've  read my Bible and  prayed consistently for over a week in the last ten odd years in my life.

The  last  3-4 years  have probably been the worst in my life in terms of my walk with God. I went to church as and when I felt like, but didn't follow a word of  the Lord.  And I shamelessly called myself a Christian and prayed every  time I  needed deliverance from any serious trouble. I was happy for some  reason, things seemed to be going my way even though I felt I didn't deserve anything.  At  the time  I was in in one of Bangalore's best colleges, held  a  position  of  great respect in an international student organization, had some real great girlfriends, was popular and had loads of friends. I was happy or so I thought that's what happiness was. I  began to get into drugs and  alcohol. Marijuana  and  Hashish became a way of life. ( I thank God He kept me away from heavier substances.)

I  was  staying  with  friends  now because my parents  had moved to Kochi and  all  we would  do was get stoned all day and think life was going great and anyone  who didn't smoke  pot  was  a loser and missing out on some - thing  in  life.  There  were  no  moral  standards  regarding  the  music  we listened  to,  the  movies  we  watched,  the language  we spoke - I  was in a steady  impure  relationship  with a Non Christian  girl who I loved with all my heart.

Even though I hadn't finished college, I had some great jobs. I was heading marketing  and  external  relations  for  India  when  I was with the student organization  and  flying  across  the country on  work. I  then got into this great  company (KPMG)  but  wasn't  too happy  with the work. And in all this I called myself a Christian and was happy with my life.

But  God  was faithful even through those times and never let His hand go! And finally He pulled the reigns and I am back walking with the Lord.

The comeback  process started in October. My  parents  asked  me to come back  home for some time and concentrate on my studies. Towards the end of  October  I  returned  home  and  almost  immediately  went for the Goa Church camp with my parents.

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