My ambitions in life had been to go to England, travel around the world, obtain high education, enjoy the friendship of al kinds of people and remain faithful to my religion. But the day came in my life when I experienced the joy of lying on the soft silk cushions and that day was when the Spirit and the life of Jesus Christ entered into my life So the disappointments and disillusionment represent my fall from the top of the hill. But at every self-satisfaction and self-realization I was disappointed and disillusioned. My efforts and plans to satisfy my desires can be compared to my climbing this steep hill. It is saying much, but there is not a single desire that I have not satisfied. With all humility I can say that I realized all my ambitions and desires. Some of them were very high and some of them low, some of them noble and some of base. Like every school boy I had many ambitions and ideas. When I was at the age of nine or ten I used to have this dream, but about six years ago this dream came to me, again, and the Voice said to me, "This is your testimony". This lying on soft cushion would give me a heavenly feeling and I would say that, if one could get such joy on silk cushions, it was worth undergoing all the pain endured while falling down.
But in the end I would find myself lying on soft silk cushions, so soft that I would sink into them.
Thus I would be in great pain, so that I would cry out in my dream. As I fell, the sharp points of the rocks would dig into my ribs. As soon as I reached it, somebody would come along and hurl me down. With great difficulty and struggle I would reach the top. The dream was that I was climbing a high and steep hill. I also took an active part in such work but I cannot say that I ever got any real joy in observing such rites or doing such service.ĭuring my school days I used to have a dream. Some of you may know that the Sikhs are well known for social service. I was very orthodox in my own religion and spent many hours in the Sikh temples observing all the religious rites. Throughout my school and college days I remained a bitter enemy of the Gospel of Christ. I tore away the contents and kept the cover because of the beautiful leather binding. Once I had a beautiful Bible given to me after I had passed my intermediate examination. But while with Mohammedan boys we used to play and talk freely, I do not think we ever made friends with Christian boys. Most of us Hindu boys had a similar hatred against Mohammedans. I do not remember what I learned in those days, but I recollect that I used to hate the Christian boys who were studying with me. That will give you some idea of my bitterness toward Christianity. The Hindus and the Mohammedans lived on one side and the Christians on the other.ĭuring my five years stay in that boarding house I do not think. For five years I was in the boarding house. Most of us boys who were studying in the school hated Christians, and we used to make fun of Bible teachers and pastors. Though I was educated in mission high school in Punjab and spent seven years, I never cared to know any thing about Christ.
I was very bitter against the Gospel of Christ.
I would like to tell you how the Lord chose me. We do not know Him first and it is only when we accept Him as our savior that we understand this mystery. By these words the Lord is definitely pointing out that he takes first step in choosing.