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At Do Not Depart I’m sharing the story of a nameless woman who met Jesus and Bondage Broken after 18 crippled years.
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As a Compassion Blogger, I have the pleasure of using my blog space to make a difference in lives. Today I want to share Part 1 of a story written by a young man who was once a Compassion child. Beloved blog readers, meet Sandeep.
God’s Plan for a Child in Poverty
My name is Sandeep Maity and I am from a country where the population is 1.21 billion. A country where 80% are Hindu, 13% are Muslim and 2% are Christian. A country where a child does not get two meals and many of them sleep on the streets. My readers, I am from Kolkata , India. Today I will share some of the pages of my life – some pages that speak about the joy, happiness, excitement and some that speak about the darkness in my life that engulfed me.
Today as I am sharing this story with you, I must tell you that I am very passionate in writing this blog post because God my Savior Jesus Christ has gifted this story to me. From the day I was born – and before – He had a plan for me, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to proper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11). I didn’t know this in my childhood days because I come from a Hindu family.
If I go to my memory lane I still remember being a child and walking along the road side to fetch water because in India I didn’t have running water in my house. I used to stand in front of the school and think how life could be beautiful inside those walls. The gatekeeper kicked me out into the road and said “You stinking child.” I ran to my father and said, “Can I go to that school?” My friend, for the first time I saw the shame in the eyes of my father and I saw tears kissing his checks. Those tears told me everything.
My family was kicked out of the house where we were living because my father failed to pay the rent to the landlord. We were thrown into the streets and for a long time we were struggling on the streets. I did not have hope, dreams, food, clothes, education or shelter. I was familiar with the trash bin food and believe you me, many times I didn’t even get food from trash bin. To be honest, I was about to die.
During this time, however, not with a stroke of luck but due to God’s plan, Compassion came into my life as a ray of hope and touched my heart with the word of God. After Compassion came into my life I had hope, dreams, food, clothes, education and shelter. But the foremost thing that was gifted in my life was the Gospel, my readers.
I was dirt on the streets and some hands from the USA (Kentucky), my sponsors Stephen and Michele Grooms, picked up that dirt and washed my heart with the word of God, engraved my heart with word of God, chiseled my heart with the word of God. They showed unconditional love to me and said to me “I love you” and “God loves you.”
My readers, these words changed my life.
Join me tomorrow for Part 2 of Sandeep’s story.