Zac Poonen: The Day of Small Beginnings - Volume 1 - Book

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color:black;text-transform:uppercase'><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <div class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'> <hr size=3 width="100%" align=center> </span></i></div> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><br> </span></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt'>Copyright - Zac Poonen (2005)<br> This book has been copyrighted to prevent misuse.<br> It should not be reprinted or translated without<br> written permission from the author.<br> <br> Permission is however given for any part of this book<br> to be downloaded and printed<br> provided it is for FREE distribution,<br> provided NO ALTERATIONS are made,<br> provided the AUTHOR'S NAME AND ADDRESS are mentioned,<br> and provided this copyright notice is included<br> in each printout.<br> <br> For further details, please contact:<br> <a href="mailto:cfc@cfcindia.com">The Publisher</a><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'> <hr size=3 width="100%" align=center> </span></i></div> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:center'><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:center'><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>CONTENTS<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:center'><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>1.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_1">Listening to God’s Voice</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>2.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_2">Assurance of Salvation </a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>3.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_3">A Help In Time Of Need</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>4.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_4">Step-By-Step Obedience</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>5.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_5">Clearing My Debts</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>6.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_6">To Buy Or Not To Buy</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>7.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_7">The Baptism In The Holy Spirit</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>8.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_8">A Wide Open Door</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>9.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>      </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_9">Answered Prayer</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>10.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_10">Boldness To Witness</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>11.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_11">Called to Leave the Navy</a></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>12.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_12">Directed by God</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>13.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_13">The Importance of Small Decisions</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>14.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_14">To Marry Or Not To Marry</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>15.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_15">God’s Choice Of A Life-Partner</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>16.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_16">Saved From Death</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>17.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_17">A Time of Breaking and A New Burden</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>18.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_18">God Pushes Me Into A Writing Ministry</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>19.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_19">A New Location And A House</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>20.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_20">Forsaking All Possessions</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>21.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_21">Hitting Rock Bottom</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>22.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_22">A Fresh Enduement With Power</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>23.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_23">Filled With The Spirit And Thereafter</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:279.0pt;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo2; tab-stops:list 279.0pt'><![if !supportLists]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-list:Ignore'>24.<span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'>  </span></span></span><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><a href="file:///E:\cfcindia\web\books\zac\the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files\the_day_of_small_beginnings-volume1.html#Chapter_24">The End of A Phase And The Beginning Of Another</a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.25in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.25in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:5.65pt;text-align:center; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_1"></a><b>CHAPTER 1<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Listening to God’s Voice<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>      </span>“All the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. I've dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>and be embraced by Him”<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>       </span>(Phil.3:8,9 - Message)</span></i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>     </span>This is <i>not</i><b> </b>an autobiography but rather reminiscences of events that played a significant part in my spiritual development. I have written this primarily to challenge young people to be faithful to the Lord, so that they can be trained<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>for His service and also so that they do not lose hope or get discouraged when they fail. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>     </span>Large doors swing on small hinges. God tests us in many areas many times, before He commits any important ministry to us. He tests us to see if we are faithful in the <i>little </i>things before He commits <i>greater </i>things to us. As with Adam and Eve, God asks for obedience to His voice first of all.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>One of my earliest memories of obeying the voice of the Lord was when I was 15 years old, soon after I had joined the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">National</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Defence</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Academy</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> at Khadakvasla (Pune) for training to be a Naval officer. The year was 1955 and I was on vacation (from the Academy), with my parents who lived in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New Delhi</st1:place></st1:City>. One Sunday evening, I had gone to attend a church service. After the service, at about 8 pm, I was waiting at the bus stop to catch a bus to return home. Suddenly a thought began to grow in my mind that I should witness to someone about Christ. I had heard the good news of the gospel again that evening and felt I must share it with someone, before going to bed that night. But I was not sure whether this was a prompting from the Lord or just my own thought. In any case it was getting late - and I needed to get back home soon.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:.2in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In the distance, I saw the lights of a bus coming towards us. I told the Lord silently, “If that is NOT the bus to my home, then I will take it as a sign from You that I should witness to someone before going home. If it IS the bus for my home, then I will take the bus and go home.” The bus drew near and I saw that it was NOT the bus I had to take. The sign I had asked for was fulfilled. So I walked to a nearby park hoping that I would meet someone there whom it would be easy to witness to – because this was the first time I was venturing out to witness for the Lord in a public place, alone.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I saw an old man sitting on a bench in the park and went and sat next to him. I made casual conversation with him for a few minutes in Hindi and soon became bold enough to talk to him about eternal things. I told him about the love of God for man and how Christ died for our sins. He listened to me patiently. Since it was God Who had put an urge within me to witness that night, I assume that He must have had this man in mind to reach with the gospel. That was my first venture at witnessing openly and all by myself in a public place. God tested me to see if I would obey the prompting of His Spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>That was <i>“the day of small beginnings” (Zech.4:10). </i>Since then God has given me the opportunity to preach His Word to crowds of many thousands of people in many parts of the world. But it all began with a small act of obedience one Sunday evening in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New Delhi</st1:place></st1:City>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Be sensitive to the voice of the Holy Spirit. You’ll never know until you stand before the Lord how much you missed whenever you did NOT obey that voice.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=160 height=240 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image003.jpg" alt=image002 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_4"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>As a Cadet in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">National</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Defence</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Academy</st1:PlaceType></st1:place><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>September 1955<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter align=left style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:left;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_2"></a><b>CHAPTER 2<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Assurance of Salvation<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Some believers can remember very clearly the exact date and time when they were born again. But I cannot. In fact I don’t even know in which <i>year</i> I was born again. That does not mean that being born again is a gradual process. It is not. Passing from death to life in Christ takes place in an instant. But many people like me who were born and brought up in God-fearing Christian homes, cannot pinpoint the exact moment when that miracle took place. That is because many who are like me, ask the Lord to come into their heart, many, many times and we can’t say which of those times was the real one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>If I remember rightly, I asked the Lord to come into my heart for the first time, when I was about 13. But I did not know whether He had come in or not, because I did not feel or experience anything, when I prayed. So I kept on asking the Lord to come into my heart again and again – perhaps over a hundred times during the next few years – but each time I felt nothing! And so I did not know whether I was saved or not.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>As long as I was at home, the restraints imposed on me by my parents kept me from many worldly forms of entertainment like the cinema etc., But once I joined the military academy and the Indian Navy, I was on my own and such restraints were gone. Gradually I became a worldly Christian who went to church only as a matter of habit – and not out of any conviction.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But one good thing came out of my trying out the world’s entertainments. I discovered that everything the world had to offer was empty and hollow – incapable of satisfying me in a lasting way. One day, in July 1959, as I was sitting in my room in the Naval Base at <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cochin</st1:place></st1:State> and thinking about all this and reading the Bible, I came to John 6:37, where Jesus said, “I will certainly not cast out anyone who comes to me”. I had read that verse many times before. But that day it struck me forcefully - and I believed it. I knew that I had come to the Lord <i>many</i> times. I suddenly realized that if I had done my part, Jesus must have done His part – He must have received me. It was then that I realized that <i>unbelief was the greatest sin </i>(See John 16:9). For if I did not believe God’s word, I was making God out to be a liar - and that was the greatest insult anyone could give to God. So, after 6 years of being tossed about, I believed - and I was sure that I was saved. What did I learn from my experience? Two things.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>First of all, that <i>when you are not sure of your salvation, it is very easy to get discouraged and to backslide.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Secondly, that <i>faith is a gift of God.</i> I was 19 years old when I first got assurance of my salvation. Over 46 years have passed since that day, but I have never once doubted my salvation. I have doubted many other things in these years, but I have never doubted my salvation.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>I dropped an anchor that day on the ground of God’s infallible Word and my ship has never drifted since then. I have been battered by many fierce storms in these years, and my ship has swung wildly at times, but <i>my anchor has held</i>.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>How can I explain that? I can only say that <i>God gave me the grace to “believe” His Word that day.</i> Even faith is a gift of God. So we cannot glory even in our faith. All we can do is humbly glorify God.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=207 height=288 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image005.jpg" alt=image003 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_5"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>With my parents, when I passed out of the <br> <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">National</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Defence</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Academy</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> (Dec.1957)<br> as First among the Naval Cadets<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_3"></a><b>CHAPTER 3<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>A Help In Time Of Need<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In July 1959, I was living in the Naval Base at <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cochin</st1:place></st1:State>. I had just been commissioned as a Naval Officer. I had also received the assurance of my salvation in the same month, and had decided to live totally for the Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>One evening, two of my fellow-Naval-officers came to me and told me that a good movie was going to be shown that evening in the Naval Base cinema theatre, and suggested that we all go together to see it. I had often gone with them to the movies previously. But now that I had been born again, I had decided that I would not go to such movies any more. The Lord had also taken away from my heart the desire to go to the cinema. But I did not have the courage to tell my friends that I was now a born-again Christian. So I went with them. But all along the way to the theatre, a constant cry was going up from my heart to the Lord to somehow save me from this situation.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>When we reached the cinema theatre, we saw a notice pasted on the front wall, saying that because the reel of the movie had not arrived, the movie scheduled for that evening was cancelled. My friends were utterly disappointed as we returned home, but I was thrilled. I was overjoyed that God had done a miracle for me. This incident strengthened my faith greatly and I realized that I did indeed have a Father in heaven who would be <i>“a very present help to me in my time of need” (Psa.46:1).</i> He answered a cry that was <i>only in my heart </i>and that I had not even expressed with my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>That was my first experience of a miraculous answer to prayer. God is a Father Who does miracles for His children. The Bible says, <i>“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart”. </i>I was delighting myself in the Lord alone that day and wanted nothing but Him. The desire of my heart was that I should be kept from seeing that movie. And God granted it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But after I came back to my room, the Lord told me that <i>He would not do that for me a second time.</i> Next time, He wanted me to say “No” to my friends <i>myself</i> - <i>for only thus could I grow strong in His grace.</i> If God did a miracle like that for me every time, I would never become bold or spiritually strong. The next time my friends invited me to the movies I told them boldly that I was now a Christian and would not go with them to the movies any more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I understood then why God does not grant many of our prayer-requests - because they are actually asking God to do miracles that will make life easy for us. But if God granted all those requests, we would become sloppy, lazy Christians and not strong, vigorous and bold as He wants us to be.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>God <i>will </i>encourage us by giving us miraculous answers to prayer occasionally. But many a time, He does not grant our request, lest we remain weak and cowardly. Understanding this truth has solved many mysteries about prayer for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In these past 46 years, <i>God has answered ALL my prayers </i>– yes, 100% of them. Does it surprise you to hear that? Let me explain.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Like the three colours in traffic lights, God’s answer to me has, at times been “<i>Yes</i>” (Green), at times “<i>Wait</i>” (Orange) and at times “<i>No</i>” (Red). But He has answered <i>every</i> prayer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>There is great safety in obeying the traffic lights. I have found great safety in accepting God’s answers as well – whatever they may be.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=134 height=192 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image007.jpg" alt=image004 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_6"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>Midshipman (1958-59)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_4"></a><b>CHAPTER 4<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Step-By-Step Obedience<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I have discovered through the years that God leads us one step at a time. His promise is:<i> “As you go, step by step I will open up the way before you” (Proverbs 4:12 - Literal translation). </i>The pillar of cloud led the Israelites day by day. So does the Holy Spirit lead us today.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Soon after I received the assurance of salvation, I was told that the next step for me was to be baptized in water. I had been christened as a baby in the Syrian Orthodox church - a ceremony that they called “<i>baptism</i>”. And I knew that there were born-again Christians on both sides of this theological fence – those who were “<i>baptized</i>” only as babies like me and those who were baptized as believers. I decided therefore to study the Word of God on this subject to see what it said.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>As I studied the Word, I discovered a number of truths: First of all, there was not a single mention of child-baptism in the entire New Testament. A few instances of baptism of entire families were there, but there was no mention of whether there were any babies in those families - and we cannot prove any doctrine from the silences of Scripture. John the Baptist baptized only adults. Jesus Himself was baptized only when He was an adult.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>Jesus baptized adults <i>(John 4:1)</i> but only laid hands on (blessed) children. (Many churches however do the exact opposite: they baptize children and lay hands on adults (confirmation)!) When God blotted out my past completely, that included my unscriptural child-baptism as well!! The first step of obedience that every believer took in <i>Acts of the Apostles </i>was water-baptism.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>All this convinced me that I needed to be baptized. But some child-baptized believers told me that there was a far greater need for preaching the gospel in the Orthodox churches than in the believers’ assemblies; and if I got baptized, I would be expelled from the Orthodox church and would then lose opportunities to give the gospel to the unbelievers there. This seemed a very convincing argument - and so I decided not to be baptized.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I remained thus for 18 months. But every time I knelt down to pray, I felt as if God was saying to me: <i>“If you are not listening to Me, why should I listen to you.” </i>And in all those 18 months I made NO spiritual progress at all. This began to disturb me. Finally I told the Lord that I would obey Him, even if I was thrown out of every church in the world. And so in January 1961 I got baptized. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>After that, I began to grow in my Christian life by leaps and bounds. I then realized that I could not possibly be a blessing to others, if I was disobedient to God’s commands myself. I decided thereafter that I would obey God’s Word immediately in every matter – big or small – whatever men or churches may say. How much spiritual loss we suffer when we to listen to the arguments of human reason and disobey God’s Word. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Since that first step of obedience 45 years ago, God has shown me many more steps of obedience. But each time, He showed me the next step, only after I had taken the step He had already shown me. God’s Word is <i>“a lamp to our feet” (Psa.119:105)</i>, meaning that it shows us <i>only the next step for our feet</i> and not the whole road in front of us. This is like holding a torch and walking along a dark road. We can see only a little bit of the road at a time – just enough for the next step. To see more of the road ahead, we have to move forward. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>If I had not taken that first step of obedience, I might never have seen another step in God’s will for my life – and I would have wasted my days on earth, even if I did go to heaven. If God has clearly shown you some step of obedience now, obey Him immediately, lest you miss the will of God for your life. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Obedience is a step-by-step matter.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_5"></a><b>CHAPTER 5<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Clearing My Debts<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'> </span>In early 1961, immediately after my baptism, the Lord showed me the next step that I had to take in my walk with Him. My debt to God had been cleared - completely. It was now time to clear my debts to man - equally completely.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I remembered that I had cheated the government of money in the past. Jesus said that we had to “<i>give to Caesar what was Caesar’s</i>” first, before we could “<i>give to God what was God’s</i>” <i>(Matt.22:21).</i> Otherwise we will be giving God money that we have stolen from <i>“Caesar”.</i> So I calculated how much I had to pay back to the government. I hesitated between two figures - one of them 20% more than the other. Finally, true to human nature, I chose the lower figure. One day I read in <i>Numbers 5: 6,7,</i> that God had commanded the Israelites that when making restitution, they were to add 20% to what they owed!! This was a clear and direct word from God to my heart: He wanted me to pay back the higher amount. This amount came to about four times my monthly salary! So I began to save as much as possible each month, so that I could repay my debt as soon as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>When I had finally saved up the amount, I faced another problem. The government did not have any department where honest people who wanted to make restitution could repay their debts!! So I went to the railway station and bought a number of tickets for a long train journey to the other end of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> (that covered the amount that I had to make restitution for). Then I tore up those tickets. That way I ensured that the money went to the government’s coffers. My bank account was now empty, but my heart was full – with the joy of the Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>It was only when Zaccheus decided to repay all those whom he had cheated that the Lord said, <i>“Salvation has come – for the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost” (Lk.19:9,10).</i> Like all human beings, Zaccheus was lost in the love of money and Jesus saved him from it. I too was lost in the love of money, and Jesus saved me from it.<i> “The love of money is a root of all sorts of evil” (1 Tim.6:10)</i>, and the Lord wants to save us from it. Only then can He say that <i>”salvation has come</i>”. He alone can root out this evil completely from our hearts. But He will do it only for those who acknowledge that they love money and ask Him to deliver them from that love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Debts are not only financial. Sometimes, what we owe may be an apology. When I was a young boy, I used to collect stamps, and I had once stolen a stamp (of almost no value) from a friend’s collection. The Lord reminded me of this small matter and told me to confess this sin (that I had committed more than 10 years earlier) to that person and to ask his forgiveness. This was even more difficult for me to do than repaying money to the government – for this involved my having to humble myself before another person. But I decided to write that letter of apology. Again the joy of the Lord filled my heart. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In some cases, it may be impossible for us to make restitution for the wrongs that we have committed. In such cases, we must not allow Satan to harass us perpetually, but accept God’s forgiveness and be at rest. God will show us the matters that we need to set right. And when He shows us some matter, He will test us to see whether we will humble ourselves and obey Him immediately - whatever the cost. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>If I had not obeyed God promptly in these two matters, I would have dragged a chain behind me, these 45 years. And I would have missed God’s calling for my life. And the Lord would not have given me the ministry that He did. What regret would then have plagued my mind for all eternity in heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>God wants His children to be free from debt to all men. Is there some debt from your past that needs to be settled? Settle it immediately, lest you miss your calling in life and have many regrets in eternity. Now is the time for total obedience! Large doors swing on small hinges!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_6"></a><b>CHAPTER 6<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>To Buy Or Not To Buy<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In early 1961, when working at the Naval Base at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bombay</st1:place></st1:City>, I saw an accordion in a shop-window of a music shop. I thought of buying it to learn how to play it. I knew however, that as a child of God I should seek God’s will in all matters – both great and small. So I prayed and sought God’s will. But I did not know how to find God’s will in such matters. So I asked God for a sign. I told Him that if the price of the accordion was within a certain amount, then I would assume that it was His will for me to buy it. If it cost more than that amount, then I would assume that God did not want me to buy it. Since I was very eager to buy the accordion, I eagerly hoped that it would cost less than the figure I had quoted to the Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But the lowest price the shop was willing to sell it for, was slightly above the amount I had quoted to God. I began to think of a number of factors. First of all, I did have enough money with me to buy it. Secondly, the government had banned the import of accordions and so this was probably the last accordion available in any shop in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bombay</st1:place></st1:City>. Thirdly, I wanted to learn the instrument only for use in Christian meetings.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But all these factors were overruled by the fact that I had asked God for a sign and the sign was not fulfilled. So I decided not to buy the accordion – and walked out of the shop. I was disappointed that I could not get the accordion but happy that I had obeyed the Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>A few days later, I was witnessing about Christ to one of my non-Christian colleagues. He asked me a question from the Bible for which I did not know the answer. I was ashamed that as a Christian, I did not know the answer to something from the Bible. I went back to my room and decided to study the Word thoroughly, so that thereafter, I would know the answer to every question for which there was an answer in the Bible. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>From the time I received assurance of my salvation in 1959, I had found a desire within me to read God’s Word daily. First of all, I had decided to read through the whole Bible quickly - and had done so in about 6 months. I understood very little of what I read - but my faith was strengthened by whatever I read. But I was not a deep student of the Word. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But now, the study of God’s Word became my passion. I began to spend hours with the Bible, day and night, in my spare time. I saved some money and bought a <i>Young’s Concordance </i>and used it to study the occurrence of different words in the Bible. Very soon I, who knew almost nothing of the Bible, began to understand deep truths from the Scriptures. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Then I realized why God had not wanted me to buy the accordion. If I had bought it, I would have spent many hours learning to play it more and more perfectly. And as all musicians know very well, there is no end to being perfect in playing any instrument. That is an endless pursuit. I would have become a slave to the accordion.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Interestingly enough, six years later, I was able to buy an accordion from someone who sold his instrument to me. But by then I had become so deeply devoted to the Word that the accordion could not master me. It was my slave. I never became an expert musician, because God had something better for me, which I never knew in 1961. Today, how thankful I am, that I am a Bible-teacher and not a musician and that I spent my life studying the Bible and not music. There are many good Christian musicians but not many anointed Bible-teachers.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Once again: Large doors swing on small hinges.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in; mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_7"></a><b>CHAPTER 7<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>The Baptism In The Holy Spirit<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'> </span>In early 1963 I was posted in the Naval Base at <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cochin</st1:place></st1:State>. I had been studying the Word seriously for more than two years and had developed a fairly good knowledge of it – good enough to be able to preach at meetings in the church. But I found a great lack of <i>power</i> in my ministry. In the church that I attended, we studied the Bible, but it was like studying a history book. It was intellectual study! The messages I heard in the church-meetings too were heavy and boring, lacking the freshness and fire of the Holy Spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Jesus told the Sadducees once that they did not know the Scriptures or the power of God <i>(Mt.22:29).</i> In my case, I knew the Scriptures - to some extent - but I certainly did not know the <i>power</i> of God. Jesus told His disciples that they would receive power only when they were baptized in the Holy Spirit (<i>Acts 1:5, 8)</i>. But I discovered that different Christian churches taught differently on this subject. Some taught that every born-again Christian was automatically baptized in the Spirit at new birth, whether he realized it or not. Others taught that one had to seek the Lord specifically for the baptism in the Spirit <i>after</i> being born again. I was confused. But I saw that Jesus Himself was anointed with the Spirit before He began His ministry <i>(Acts 10:38).</i> Then how much more I needed this! Jesus also said that <i>everyone</i> who believed in Him could have rivers of living water flowing out from him. But I found only a trickle flowing out from me. I realized that I was missing something. And so I decided to seek God for His power, without getting bogged down in a theological argument about the Holy Spirit. I wanted the rivers.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I visited a group of assemblies that emphasized the ministry of the Holy Spirit, to see if they could help me.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>They were very zealous, but I was disappointed with much that I saw in their midst. There was a lot of noise and emotionalism, but hardly any emphasis on victory over sin or Christlikeness of character (which is what the Holy Spirit came to give us primarily). Many of their pastors also seemed to be great lovers of money! One pastor asked me to keep on repeating the word “Hallelujah” if I wanted to be baptized in the Spirit! I refused to do that, since I knew that that was not the way the apostles received the baptism in the Spirit. All this was certainly not the fulness of the Spirit that I was looking for. But the counterfeit only proved to me that the genuine article must be valuable - for people make counterfeits only of valuable articles! I told God that I did NOT want what I saw in those groups, but I did want the genuine baptism in the Holy Spirit that the apostles received on the day of Pentecost. And I cried out to God every day for that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I saw from the Scriptures that Jesus was anointed with the Spirit when He chose to be baptized in water - which symbolized His choosing the way of death to the Self-life. The Lord showed me then that the Spirit-filled life was closely connected with the way of the cross. He told me that if I chose the way of the cross at all times, I would have His power upon me always too.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>God filled me with His Spirit at that time. There was no physical manifestation. But I found a freshness, a liberty and a boldness in my ministry thereafter. I began to experience the gift of prophesying - to edify and encourage and challenge others <i>(1 Cor.14:3).</i> I loved Jesus more fervently and I longed to serve Him wholeheartedly. The way of the cross became precious to me.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>And I had a burning passion to bring others to Christ. I did not speak in tongues at that time. That came 11 years later.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>What I experienced then was only a beginning. Since then I have had to be filled with the Spirit again and again and again. (We read in <i>Acts</i> of three times when Peter was filled with the Spirit.) A cup, a well and a river can all be full. Yet the capacity of each is different. As our capacity grows, we need to be re-filled. My capacity at that time was only that of a cup – but it was full and running over! It would grow into a river in later years.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_8"></a><b>CHAPTER 8<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>A Wide Open Door<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Many young people complain that older brothers hinder them from having a ministry in the church. But ministry comes to us from the Lord and <i>not</i> from man. If the Lord has determined to anoint you and to give you a ministry, no man can hinder God’s purpose for your life. He Himself will open the right door for you – at the right time. You won’t have to push your way through anywhere and you won’t have to go around asking people to give you a ministry! And you will never have to complain that someone else hindered you from having a ministry. The Lord Jesus is the One Who has the key to every door of ministry <i>(Rev.3:7,8)</i> and He can open them for us just like the automatic doors that open by themselves as soon as we come near them. We don’t have to do anything to open these doors! One reason why God does not give a ministry to many young people is because they are not seeking <i>Him</i> primarily, but a ministry – and that too, in order to get honour for themselves. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In 1963, I was 23 years old and had been converted for 4 years. The elders in my local church would not allow me to speak in our church meetings, because they considered me young and inexperienced. So I used to visit the homes of nominal Christians and new believers in distant places (where no-one else wanted to go) and conducted Bible-studies for 3 or 4 people in their homes every week. It was thus that I first learnt to preach God’s Word. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In August 1963, I was on leave from the Navy and decided to visit the “<i>Hebron Church</i>” in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City> for some fellowship with God’s people there. <st1:City w:st="on"><i>Hebron</i></st1:City> was the headquarters <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">church</st1:PlaceType> of <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Brother Bakht Singh</st1:PlaceName>, who was <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s most well-known church-leader. But he himself was not in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City> when I went there. On Sunday morning, the elder brother in the <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><i>Hebron</i></st1:place></st1:City> church asked me to give the main message at the meeting. I had spoken at some smaller meetings in their church at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madras</st1:place></st1:City> and he must have heard of some blessing that had resulted from those meetings. But the church in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City> was a large one with over one thousand members and I had never ever spoken to such a large crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>As I sought the Lord for a word, I felt urged to speak on the subject of living a sacrificial life. So I spoke that morning on “o<i>ffering to the Lord that which costs us something</i>” - based on David’s words in <i>2Samuel 24:24</i>. There was an unusual anointing on the message that morning and a spirit of repentance and revival came upon the people in the meeting. I was amazed at what I saw. When the elder brother saw what the Lord had done, he immediately announced that there would be two more special meetings with me as the speaker – one that evening and one the next evening. The hall was packed full at each of those evening meetings. This was most unusual for weekday meetings. God’s anointing was again mightily present at both those meetings. I was amazed to see the moving of God, for I had never experienced such revival anywhere before. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I left <st1:City w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:City> the next day for <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madras</st1:place></st1:City> where I met Brother Bakht Singh. He had heard about the revival and asked me why I had come away from <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City> at such a time, instead of staying on and continuing with the revival meetings. But I was young and unaccustomed to revival and did not know what to do. However this experience encouraged me to believe that God wanted to use me in His service. And as news about the revival began to spread, many doors began to open for me in the different assemblies.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I did not go to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:City> looking for a ministry. I desired only God Himself. But God had plans to use me in His service and He knew when I was ready for it.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>And at the right time – the time He had determined – He opened a door of ministry for me, <i>without my making any effort whatsoever</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>No-one can hinder God’s plan for your life and your ministry, if you trust Him.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_9"></a><b>CHAPTER 9<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Answered Prayer<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'> </span>While working in the Naval Base at Cochin, I was very eager to attend the Spiritual Life Conference (they<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>called it “<i>Holy Convocation</i>”) to be held at “<i>Hebron Church</i>” in Hyderabad in October 1963. So I applied for leave on October 1, and was granted leave for the period of the conference. But one week later, Naval Headquarters sent an order stating that the Navy had to take part in an exhibition in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mysore</st1:place></st1:City> in October. Another officer from my office had to take part in this exhibition and I had to fill in for him, and so my leave was cancelled. So I gave up all hopes of attending the conference at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><i>Hebron</i></st1:place></st1:City>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>On October 12, in my morning quiet time, I was reading my daily portion in <i>2 Samuel chapter 2</i>. The first verse said, <i>“David inquired of the Lord, saying, ‘Shall I go up into any of the cities of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Judah</st1:place></st1:country-region>?’ And the Lord said unto him, ‘Go up’”. </i>I wondered if this was the Lord telling me to go for the conference, or whether it was just my mind finding a verse to satisfy my own desires (as had sometimes happened to me in the past). So I prayed about it and read further. The verse went on to say: <i>“And David said, ‘Whither shall I go up?’ And the Lord said, ‘Unto <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hebron</st1:place></st1:City>’”. </i>The mention of <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><i>Hebron</i></st1:place></st1:City> here amazed me. Perhaps the Lord did indeed want me to go to the <i>“<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Hebron</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Church</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>”</i> for the conference. So I prayed saying, “Lord, if my leave has been cancelled according to Thy will, I accept it gladly. But if this is Satan’s attempt to prevent me from going to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><i>Hebron</i></st1:place></st1:City>, then I resist him in Thy Name”. I knew that the Lord had urged us to pray together with other believers when we face difficult situations<i> (Matt.18:19). </i>So I did that too. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Amazingly, two days later, an order came from Naval Headquarters that the Navy would <i>not </i>take part in the exhibition at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mysore</st1:place></st1:City>. Thus I got my leave to go for the conference. I was amazed at what God would do at the highest levels to help one of His young, insignificant children!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>At that conference, Brother Bakht Singh <i>broke</i> a practice that he had always followed at every conference that he had conducted during the previous 15 years. In every conference, he himself was <i>always</i> the speaker at the <i>evening</i> meetings (where the crowd was the largest and the need was the greatest). He never gave that important ministry to even his seniormost co-workers. But at this conference he asked me to speak at one of the evening meetings. I was only 23 years old and it was the first time that I was speaking to such a large crowd of more than 5000 people. God anointed me and gave me great liberty to speak His Word.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The message I gave there - “<i>A New Vessel Full Of Salt</i>” - can be read at my website : <u>http://poonen.org/zac</u> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The unusual liberty and anointing I had at that meeting and the response from the people encouraged me greatly. Bakht Singh also recognized this and asked me to speak with him at public meetings thereafter in many other places. I knew now that God had anointed me to be a minister of His Word. I was young and I needed such an assurance from God Himself - by His confirming the word that I spoke. This assurance helped me greatly to be clear concerning the Lord’s call 7 months later, when He called me to leave the Navy to serve Him full-time. I also learnt through this experience something of the tremendous power there is in <i>the prayer of faith, </i>and<i> </i>in <i>praying together with others</i>. All the authority of Christ comes down to back up His children when they pray together with each other in unity and in faith.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>This was a significant event in my life. If the Naval participation in that exhibition had <i>not</i> been cancelled in October 1963, I would not have been able to go that conference. And then I may not have got the assurance that God had planned a wider ministry for me. Further, if I had not had the habit of listening to God each day and praying on the basis of His word to me, I might never have prayed that God would change my circumstances. Thus I might still have missed God’s plan for me at that time. If God had not miraculously opened that door of opportunity for me at that time to serve Him, I might have ended up being merely an Admiral in the Navy instead of being a servant of the Most High God.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_10"></a><b>CHAPTER 10<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Boldness To Witness<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;page-break-after:avoid;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In the year 1964, I was working in the Naval Base in <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cochin</st1:place></st1:State>. I was a keen student of the Word and when I found truths in the Word that blessed me, I was eager to share them with others in the church I was attending. But since I was young, I was not given many opportunities to preach there. So I decided to preach on the streets, where I did not need anyone’s permission to preach. Twice every week, when my work finished at noon, I would skip lunch, spend 2 to 3 hours in prayer and go and preach on the streets for two hours. I would take another brother with me to translate my preaching into Malayalam. We would stand on a street-corner and start by singing a chorus. Five or ten people would soon gather around us, and I would preach the gospel to them for about five minutes. We would distribute some tracts and gospels and move on to the next street and do the same there.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Initially, I used to go far away from the Naval Base where no-one knew me, because I lacked the boldness to preach before people who knew me. But I kept on asking God to give me this boldness. God answered my prayer in a two-fold way. I had already known a measure of the anointing of the Holy Spirit (as described in an earlier article). But I found that I needed to be filled with the Spirit <i>again</i> in order to be bold (as the apostles needed, even <i>after</i> the day of Pentecost - <i>See Acts 4:31</i>). Secondly, God gave me a revelation of the total authority of Christ. Interestingly, I saw this wonderful truth through <i>Genesis 41:44, </i>where Pharaoh tells Joseph: “<i>Without your permission, no-one shall raise his hand or foot in all the land.”</i> I saw Joseph there as a type of Christ. So the message I got from that verse was that without Christ’s permission, no-one could lift a hand or a tongue to mock me or hurt me. When people called me a devil for the first time on the streets, I knew they did so because God had permitted them to do so. This revelation helped me immensely to face opposition later in my ministry.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Then I understood why Jesus first told His apostles that He had <i>“all authority in heaven and on earth” <b>before</b></i><b> </b>He told them to go and make disciples in every nation <i>(Matt.28:18-20). </i>So I knew then that Christ’s authority would back me, wherever I went to preach for Him. The anointing of the Holy Spirit and the assurance of Christ’s authority backing me, finally gave me the boldness to stand near the Naval Base and to preach. My senior officers and the sailors who worked under me, all saw me there. But that did not disturb me anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Then the Lord told me to write two verses on my scooter. So I wrote <i>“PREPARE TO MEET YOUR GOD”</i> on one panel of my scooter and <i>“CHRIST DIED FOR OUR SINS”</i> on the other (in large letters). When my Naval Commander saw this, he ordered me to remove the verses “<i>in 24 hours</i>”. I told him respectfully that God had told me to write them. The next day, when he saw that the verses were still on my scooter, he “<i>marched me in</i>” before the Captain of the Base. (This is the first step before a court-martial, for disobedience of orders). I gave the Captain also the same answer respectfully. The Captain was merciful and did not court-martial me. But he said that he would not allow me to ride the scooter inside the Naval Base. So I left my scooter outside the Base in a friend’s house and started riding a bicycle inside the Base.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I was disappointed at the turn of events, because I felt the Devil had won by preventing me from proclaiming the gospel through those verses to all in the Naval Base. But God turned the tables on Satan – as He always does. When people in the Base saw me riding a cycle, they were curious to know why, and asked what had happened. Soon the verses written on my scooter began to spread from mouth to mouth and went around the Base faster than if others had seen them on my scooter. Some of my fellow-officers whom I met many years later, still remembered them! Thus God frustrated Satan’s plan. God also made me a bolder Christian thus – even more free from the opinions of men. And this boldness has helped me immensely in my ministry ever since.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>The <i>anointing of the Spirit </i>and the <i>authority of Christ </i>have been my strength and support whenever I have stood up to preach, in every part of the world. But I first learnt the reality of these, on the streets of Ernakulam, more than forty years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=367 height=290 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image009.jpg" alt=image006 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_7"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>Bible Verses on the Scooter – July 1964<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in; mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_11"></a><b>CHAPTER 11<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Called to Leave the Navy<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>It was the morning of 6<sup>th</sup> May 1964. I was on vacation from the Navy and had just finished preaching at a series of special meetings in a small town near <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>, along with Brother Bakht Singh. I was traveling by train from there to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> along with a number of his co-workers. As I was meditating on my daily Bible-portion for that day (<i>Isaiah 49</i>), I got a strong feeling that God was calling me to leave my job to serve Him fulltime. I had been considering full-time service for some time and had told the Lord as early as July 1959 (as soon as I received the assurance of my salvation) that I was willing to resign from the Indian Navy any time He called me. But I decided that I would leave only if the Lord called me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><![if !vml]><img width=120 height=398 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image011.jpg" align=left hspace=12 alt=image007 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_33"><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had already given up my other ambitions - of traveling the seas, seeing the world, earning plenty of money and becoming the Admiral of the Indian Navy. But I needed to know whether God wanted me in full-time service for Him. As I preached God’s Word in different places, I found the Lord blessing my ministry. I also found a growing burden in my heart to spread God’s Word throughout <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>It was in this state of mind that I read <i>Isaiah 49 </i>that morning. The Lord spoke to me through that chapter that He had called me from my mother’s womb to be His servant<i> (v.1,5)</i> and that He had made my mouth like a sharp sword <i>(v.2</i>). I did not give any thought to some of the other promises in that chapter - that God would proclaim His salvation through me to the far ends of the earth<i> (v.6)</i>, that people would come to hear His Word from the Northern and Western countries of the world and from China<i> (v.12)</i>; that God would fight against all those who fought with me and that all my sons would be saved <i>(v.25).</i><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>I now see, 40 years later, that God has fulfilled all those promises too. But on that day (6<sup>th</sup> May 1964), I saw only one thing in <i>Isaiah 49</i> – that God was calling me to serve Him full-time. I decided then and there to resign from the Navy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>A few minutes after I had made this decision, Brother Bakht Singh (who was travelling with us in the train) came to me and asked me, “When are you thinking of leaving the Navy?” I was surprised to hear him ask me that question, for I had never shared my thoughts on this subject with him or with anyone else. Bakht Singh was the one man I respected at that time as a genuine man of God. And his words were a confirmation to me from the Lord, that what I had heard a few minutes earlier in my heart was indeed the voice of God. I am glad that I heard from the Lord <i>FIRST</i> before He confirmed His word to me through His servant – just like Paul and Barnabas got a confirmation of their call from other prophets, only <i>AFTER</i> they had heard God’s call directly <i>(See Acts 13:2). </i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In the succeeding days, God confirmed His call to me again - through another Scripture : The Lord asking Peter to come out of the boat and to walk on the water (<i>Matt.14:29).</i> The Lord was calling me also to come out of the boat I worked in, to live a life of faith (“<i>walking on the water</i>”) - looking to Him alone for all my needs.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I submitted my resignation to the Indian Naval authorities promptly, stating that the Lord Jesus Christ had called me for His work. But that made no sense to Naval Headquarters and they rejected my application immediately. I wondered what to do next. The Lord then reminded me of what Moses did when Pharaoh refused to allow the Israelites to go and serve God: Moses went back to Pharaoh again. So I applied again, giving the same reasons in greater detail. Cadet-entry officers like me were required to serve the Navy for a minimum of 20 years before we could resign, because of the large amount of money that the Defence Ministry had invested on our training. So my application was rejected once again. I continued to pray and applied a third time, some months later. Amazingly, in May 1966, the Navy released me. That was a miracle, for I was the only cadet-entry officer in the history of the Indian Navy who had been permitted to resign on such grounds. That became then a further confirmation to me of God’s call. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>The clear assurance that God called me to His service is what has upheld me in the many trials that I have faced as a servant of the Lord. And that is why I have always urged believers never to enter full-time service for the Lord, until they have a clear call from God. If God calls you, He will support you in His service, until the end of your life. Serving the Lord has been a most satisfying experience for me, for 40 years now.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=366 height=289 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image013.jpg" alt=image008 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_8"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>Award for “Best All-Round Cadet” (May 1958)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>- The first step to becoming an Admiral !!<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_12"></a><b>CHAPTER 12<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Directed by God<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I left the Indian Navy to serve the Lord fulltime in May 1966. I was single and decided to live in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City> (Tamilnadu) as a base from which to travel around serving the Lord. In October 1967, I was invited to speak at a camp organized for students and graduates by the Evangelical Graduates Fellowship in Ahmedabad. So I took the train and reached Ahmedabad early in the morning after a two-day journey. As soon as I arrived there, on the very first day of the camp, I got an urgent telegram from my father (who was also living in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>) that he had been diagnosed with cancer by the doctors at CMC Hospital Vellore and needed to be operated on urgently. Since I was his eldest son (and the only one of his three children in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>), he requested me to come home immediately to be with him at the time of his operation.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I wondered what to do. Since there was one more speaker at the camp, the organizers of the camp would have understood my situation and allowed me to go, if I had asked them to relieve me of my responsibilities as a speaker – although the burden on the other speaker would then have been greater. But I wanted to know whether this was a scheme of Satan to prevent me from speaking at the camp. So I sought the Lord about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had the habit of reading through the Scriptures, chapter by chapter every morning. My daily reading that day was <i>Deuteronomy Chapter 1.</i> I read there in <i>verses 3 and 7: “On the FIRST DAY OF THE ELEVENTH MONTH, God said, Turn and set your journey and go…”.</i> I wondered whether God was showing me there as to when I should start my return journey. I did not have the habit of finding guidance from verses of Scripture taken out of context, for I knew that that was a dangerous practice. But I also knew that God did guide His servants <i>on rare occasions</i> through such means. So I prayed and sought the Lord’s will. As I prayed about it, I felt an increasing assurance and peace in my heart that this was indeed guidance from the Lord. So I went to the railway station and booked my return journey for the first day of the eleventh month (November) – which was the second-last day of the camp. This meant that I would stay on in Ahmedabad for the entire period of the camp and would miss only one meeting on the last morning of the camp. So I sent a telegram to my father to postpone his operation to the first week of November, since I could come back only by then. [Let me give you a warning here: Don’t read spectacular guidance into every verse that you read in the Bible. God has given me such spectacular guidance through a verse, on only two or three occasions in my 46 years as a believer.]<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I spoke at the various sessions in the camp throughout the week – and the blessing of the Lord flowed in our midst. Thirty years later, I met people who told me how they were blessed and challenged by my ministry at that camp. I finally left Ahmedabad on the first of November and reached <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City> two days later.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>When my father got my telegram and realized that I would not be back for a whole week, he decided to use the time to get the opinion of yet another doctor. So he sent his X-rays to another radiologist (a better one) for a second opinion. This doctor looked at the X-rays and told my father that he was certain that there was no cancer and that there was no need for any operation. Thus my father was saved from going to the operating table. He lived for another 15 years after that and never got cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>If I had returned to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City> as soon as I had got my father’s telegram, my aged father would have undergone an unnecessary operation. And who knows what complications that might have led to, at his age. And the young people at the camp would not have heard what the Lord wanted to tell them through me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>It is good to seek the will of God in even the smallest matters of life – for there may be big doors that turn on those small hinges.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_13"></a><b>CHAPTER 13<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>The Importance of Small Decisions<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;page-break-after:avoid;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Even small decisions that we take in our younger days are important, because some of those decisions can take us completely out of God’s will for our lives finally. And so we must never be in a hurry when taking a decision, but always wait on the Lord and seek His will in patience, before deciding.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>After I left the Navy, I did not know how to start doing the Lord’s work. I did not know where to begin or even where to stay. Then an elder brother (whom I knew) invited me to come and stay with him in his church for a short while, to wait on the Lord. So I went to his assembly and spent about a month there in prayer, with some periods of fasting. At the end of that period of prayer, I was still not sure what to do. But my heart was at peace, assured that the Lord would show me His plan for my life, in due course. So I continued to live from day to day, without being anxious about the morrow. I realize now that God allows such periods of uncertainty to test our motives and to teach us patience. So my time of prayer and fasting was most profitable and God protected me from making mistakes in the decisions that I took in the following weeks and years.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Trusting The Lord to Teach Me His Word<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Someone suggested to me at that time that I should join a Bible-college first of all and get a degree, because that would be a good preparation for my ministry and would also give me many openings for ministry. I had nothing against Bible-schools. But I knew that:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(1) <i>In the Old Testament:</i> No prophet ever came out of a Bible-school, even though there were such schools in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Israel</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(2) <i>In the New Testament:</i> Jesus never sent any of His disciples to a Bible-school, even though Gamaliel was running such a school in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Jerusalem</st1:place></st1:City> at that time.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(3) <i>Today</i>: 99% of God’s people are in secular employment and can never go to a Bible-school. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>So I felt I should be an example to these 99% of God’s people by demonstrating to them that one could serve the Lord effectively without attending a Bible-school. So I decided never to go to a Bible-school, but to trust the Holy Spirit to teach me His word and His ways, just as He taught the disciples in the first century.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>A top evangelical Bible-college in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region> then offered me a seat in their college, with full scholarship and airfare fully paid, to study there. This would have been a tempting offer for many Christians, but it was not for me now. So I rejected their offer. Another friend of mine took that seat in my place, and ended up settling down in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region>!! God saved me from that fate and from missing His will thereby! I am thankful that I never went to any Bible-school – for God has given me such amazing revelations from His Word that I could never have received, if my mind had been trained to think the way Bible-schools train their students to think. The men and women whose lives and writings have influenced me the most, have also been those who never went to a Bible-school themselves - Madam Guyon, Charles Finney, D.L.Moody, Jessie Penn-Lewis, Watchman Nee, A.W.Tozer, Sadhu Sundar Singh, Bakht Singh etc.,<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Trusting The Lord to Provide My Earthly Needs<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Another truth that I saw in God’s Word was that Jesus and His apostles never made their earthly needs known to any human being – either their personal needs or their ministry needs. They trusted their heavenly Father alone to meet all their needs. I had given away all my earnings (in the 8 years that I worked in the Navy) for the Lord’s work and to poor believers. So I had left the Navy with an empty bank account and no savings. But I believed that if the Indian Navy had been faithful to take care of all my earthly needs when I served them, my heavenly Father would be even more faithful when I served Him. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>So I decided never to make my financial needs known to anyone but my heavenly Father, Who knew exactly how and when to meet my needs. I used to receive occasional gifts from some believers, but that came to <i>only about 15% of what I had been earning in the Navy</i>. But I learnt to live simply and so I never suffered any lack. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>One day, the Chairman of a large Western organization that was involved in a wide Christian radio ministry in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> invited me to become the Director of their organization. I was offered a large salary plus house-rent, free car, free telephone and other perquisites. I greatly appreciated the work of this organization. But if I joined it, I would be engaged primarily in administrative work and promotional work in different churches. God had however called me to preach his Word, and not to sit behind a desk doing administration. Here was a tempting offer. God was probably testing me to see what I would choose - a comfortable life or His perfect will. I rejected the offer and continued to trust the Lord for my needs. I would not sacrifice my calling for any material benefit or financial gain.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>For nearly 40 years now, the Lord has taken care of all my needs and the needs of my family as well - and I have proved His faithfulness time and again. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Young people are often tempted to compromise on the principles of God’s Word – especially when they see older servants of God doing so. But if you trust in the Lord and stick to the principles of His Word, you will find that God will do many miracles for you. You will know God better thereby and your ministry too will be enriched. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>So, let me encourage every young person never to compromise on the principles of God’s Word, at any cost.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_14"></a><b>CHAPTER 14<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>To Marry Or Not To Marry<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>One day in 1963, when I was still working in the Naval Base at <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Cochin</st1:place></st1:State>, I was meditating on God’s Word and came to <i>Jeremiah 16:2 </i>which read thus: <i>“You shall not take a wife for yourself, nor have sons or daughters in this place”.</i><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>I used to find, in my Bible-reading, at times, that a verse would stick out and make a deep impression on me. This was one such verse. So I began to wonder if this was a word from the Lord to me personally. As I sought the Lord in prayer, I felt that it was indeed a word for me. So I decided to remain single for the rest of my life in order to serve the Lord. I was already active in the Lord’s work and was delighted that I could spend the rest of my life “<i>in undistracted devotion to the Lord</i>”, without any of the distractions that married life can bring (as mentioned in <i>1 Cor.7:32-35</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>As a 24-year old young man, I had the normal desires that all young men of that age have. But now that I had received this word from the Lord, I totally stopped looking at young sisters as prospective life-partners. I came across many attractive young sisters as I traveled around. But I never considered even one of them for a moment, because I wanted to be true to God’s call on my life.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Because I was earning a large salary as a naval officer, I received marriage proposals even at a young age. But I rejected all of them, without even stopping to consider them. I told everyone that God had called me to remain single. I made this fact known in my local church as well, so that all the young sisters there (and their parents) would also know my calling. I was then able to speak more freely with them, and had no fear that I might be giving ideas to any of them. I was spared from many a temptation too, because of this word that I received from the Lord. Thus God kept me in my youthful years in single-minded devotion to Him alone, and I could spend all my spare time praying and studying God’s Word.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In May 1966, I left the Navy to serve the Lord full time. Since I was NOT earning any salary now, and was ministering among very poor people in the villages of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, I was sure that no-one would ever again consider me for marriage. I was also losing my hair and growing balder every month. This too was an advantage, for I felt that it would disqualify me even further in the eyes of young sisters!! But as I traveled around and spoke at meetings and conferences during the next 12 to 15 months, I found that, despite all the above disqualifications, I was still being “eyed” by some parents who were looking for “a gifted servant of the Lord” for their daughter – even if he was bald!! So I had to be careful once more. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had also heard of preachers falling into immorality – and I knew that I had the same flesh that they had. I discovered then that there were many dangers a single young man faced when serving the Lord fulltime, as an itinerant Bible-teacher. So I sought the Lord again as to what I should do. As I continued praying, I felt the Lord urging me to consider marriage.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>But this appeared to contradict what the Lord had told me four years earlier, from <i>Jeremiah 16:2.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>So I re-read <i>Jeremiah 16:2</i> – again and again. All of a sudden, I noticed something in that verse that I had never noticed before. I now saw that the Lord’s command was not to marry “<i>in this place</i>” – that is, while I was <i>in the Navy</i>. That liberated me from the fear that I would be disobeying the Lord if I got married. I wondered then why the Lord had <i>not</i> allowed me to understand this last phrase of the verse in this way for four long years. I saw two reasons:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>1.The Lord wanted me to believe that I was really going to be single all my life – so that I would never consider any girl during my entire naval career. This was to save me from being distracted, so that I would concentrate on studying His Word. He had planned a teaching ministry for me in the future, which I never knew of then; and He wanted me to be grounded in His Word during my single days, because He knew that I would not have much free time to study the Word once I was married.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>2.The Lord was testing me to see if I was willing to give up marriage altogether for His sake - just like He tested Abraham to see whether He would sacrifice Isaac. After testing me for four years, when God saw that I was willing, He gave this “<i>Isaac</i>” back to me and told me to consider marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>What a privilege it is to be led by God, step by step, as He led His prophets and saints in olden times.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_15"></a><b>CHAPTER 15<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>God’s Choice Of A Life-Partner<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had laid marriage on God’s altar as a young man. But God gave marriage back to me at the right time and gave me the best wife I could possibly have got. I am glad I allowed God to choose for me - for I got the best. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had seen so many unhappy marriages and so many wives who were a drag on their husband’s ministry, that I was afraid that I too (in a moment of weakness) might choose the wrong girl. So I used to pray to the Lord desperately that He would even send an earthquake (if necessary), at the time of my wedding, if by some mistake I had chosen a girl that was not His choice for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In the Indian Christian culture of the 1960s, boys and girls were not allowed to converse with each other except formally. So it was not easy to know much about any girl. I prayed therefore that God Himself would give me enough information about any girl I considered so that I could <i>“prove His perfect will” (Rom.12:2).</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In mid-1967 (when I was 27½<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>years old), Brother Bakht Singh suggested a girl named <i>“Annie”</i> who had just graduated from the Christian Medical College at Vellore – and asked me to pray concerning her. I didn’t care for the fact that she was a doctor, but I was impressed when I heard that she was very active in the Lord’s work – in the church, among the students in her college and also in witnessing to prisoners in the women’s prison. Around the same time, two staff members of the E.U.(Evangelical Union) also came to me (independent of each other) and suggested the same <i>“Annie”</i> to me. I prayed that God would give me more information about her so that I could know if this was His choice. Since my primary burden was for the poor people in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place>’s villages, I wanted someone who had the same love and care for the poor.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=317 height=206 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image015.jpg" alt=image009 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_9"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>Doctor Annie – serving the poor<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I learnt that Annie had decided to work among lepers in a hospital in <st1:place w:st="on">North India</st1:place>. From the age of 16, she had visited that hospital every year and done voluntary work there.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>(No lady-doctor had ever gone to work in that leprosy hospital before this). Annie had been warned by her relatives that working among lepers would hinder her chances of getting a good husband. But what her relatives considered as a disadvantage was <i>the very factor</i> that assured me of Annie’s love for the poor. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Then one day, I happened to overhear a conversation between two brothers at the church in Vellore: One was telling the other of a sister named <i>“Annie”</i> who although she was a doctor, had sat beside the bed of a poor, sick sister (from the church), caring for her for many nights, in the poor people’s ward of the Vellore hospital. Those brothers did not know that I was considering this very same Annie as a marriage-partner! God had sovereignly arranged for me to hear that conversation, to assure me again of Annie’s concern for the poor. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I discovered later that Annie had read the same Christian books and missionary biographies that I had read. She had understood the way of the cross – just as I had. We both had the same passion to serve the Lord among the poor. I waited on the Lord now for a final confirmation of His will. This came to me one day from my daily reading in <i>Ezekiel 44:15,22</i>: <i>“They shall come near to Me to minister unto Me….. and they shall take maidens from the house of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Israel</st1:country-region></st1:place> for their wives.” </i>I was now convinced – and my heart was drawn to her. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>God had so wonderfully prepared this young girl for 24 years, far away from me, and finally brought her to me. Just as He had prepared a perfect partner for Adam, He had also prepared a girl perfectly suited for me. I saw that God was not hindered by the limitations of Indian culture, and that He was still a loving Matchmaker Who brings a man and a woman together, just as He did in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Eden</st1:place></st1:City>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Annie had heard me preach a number of times and so she knew that the Lord had gifted me to serve Him. But she knew almost nothing else about me. So I told her plainly that I had no income but was trusting the Lord alone to provide all my needs. I told her that I was not sure as to what my ministry was going to be. All I knew was that God had given me a burden for the poor and for college-students – both of whom had very little money to support me. I had no savings and my father was a retired pensioner with very little money himself. I painted before her a life of financial struggle and hardships, but coupled at the same time, with the immense joy of serving the Lord. I told her to wait on the Lord and to seek His will and not to decide in a hurry. Meanwhile she was receiving proposals from well-placed medical doctors. She prayed and waited on the Lord and was convinced that I was God’s choice for her – and told her parents so. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Her parents immediately objected to the proposal, because I had no income! They must have thought that I wanted to marry a doctor because of the money she could earn to support me. Little did they know that I would be trusting the Lord for my needs and not in any income that Annie could earn. (In fact, <i>as soon as our first son was born</i>, Annie stopped working for a salary, and has spent the years since then mainly giving free medical help to poor people in many parts of India.) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>We decided to honour her parents and to wait until they accepted me – and we continued in prayer. Within six months, God answered our prayer and her father accepted the proposal. Four months later, we were married.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Brother Bakht Singh conducted our wedding at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City> on 19 June 1968 and gave a prophecy saying, <i>“They are being joined for the blessing of many people of many countries. And the light of God will shine brightly by their union in many parts of the world”.</i> <i><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>We did not pay much attention to those words of his and had forgotten them completely, until we listened to the CD of our wedding, more than 30 years later. Then we realized that his prophecy had been fulfilled.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>       </span></span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>(The audio CD of the wedding is available from: <u>cfc@cfcindia.com</u>)</span><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I have met many women in my travels around the world in the last 37 years. But I never yet met one who was more suited for me than Annie – the one God chose for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>     </span>How perfect is God’s choice for those who put Him first in all matters! All praise be to His Name alone!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=365 height=288 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image017.jpg" alt=image010 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_10"><![endif]></span><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>Wedding Conducted by Brother Bakht Singh at <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Vellore</st1:City></st1:place> on 19 June 1968<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal;mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=366 height=289 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image019.jpg" alt=image011 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_11"><![endif]></span></i><i style='mso-bidi-font-style: normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight: normal'>Zac and Annie – June 1968<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in; mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_16"></a><b>CHAPTER 16<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Saved From Death<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>“He delivered us from death and will still deliver us” (2 Cor.1:10)</span></i><span style='font-size: 11.0pt'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In all of our lives, there must have been occasions where we were saved from almost certain death by God’s intervention. I can think of a few such instances myself. God has a purpose in thus saving us. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The <i>first</i> incident I can think of was when I was about 12 years old in 1951. My parents and I were sitting outside our home at night with a table lamp for light. Suddenly the lamp went off, while there was still electricity inside the house. I felt this must be due to a break somewhere in the electrical cord of the lamp. Foolishly, I picked up the cord and felt my way along it to see where the break in the wire was. Suddenly when my fingers touched the broken part, the current ran through my body and threw me on the grass with the cord still clinging to my fingers. I screamed. My mother seeing what had happened, had the presence of mind to switch off the electrical main supply immediately. Thus my life was saved. I was not born again at that time. If I had died, I would have certainly gone to hell. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>A <i>second</i> incident that I can remember was when I was in the Navy. I was posted as the Executive Officer of a minesweeper in <st1:City w:st="on">Bombay</st1:City> during the war with <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pakistan</st1:place></st1:country-region> in 1965. Our Naval fleet had planned to bombard <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Karachi</st1:place></st1:City> harbour. My ship’s job was to go ahead of the large ships in the fleet and to clear the mines that the enemy would have laid to protect their harbour. Only thus would our fleet be able to move in. Clearing the mines could be done easily, because we had both the equipment and the expertise in our ship to do the job. But our ship would have been an easy target for the long-range guns from <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Karachi</st1:place></st1:City> that would be firing at our fleet. And our ship would almost certainly have been sunk. That would be the price we would have to pay for clearing the way for the rest of the fleet to bombard the harbour. The war had been going on for about two weeks and we were all set to leave for <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Karachi</st1:place></st1:City>, when a ceasefire was suddenly declared - and the war ended. My life was thus saved. If the war had continued for <i>even a few more days</i>, I would almost certainly have died outside <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Karachi</st1:place></st1:City> harbour. But God had made a plan for my life from before the creation of the world – and in that plan <i>I was not to die then</i>. So He stopped that war <i>for my sake.</i> There is nothing that God will not do for His children.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>A <i>third</i> incident also comes to my mind: This was in August 1993. I was riding my moped in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> returning home from the market and going past a railway-crossing (about 700 metres from my house). I had crossed one side of the crossing and had gone across the railway lines. Just before crossing the other side, the gateman lowered the bar (without seeing me). The bar hit me squarely on my chest and hands and knocked me and my moped down on to the railway track, where my head hit the ground. I lay there unconscious. (I later found out that the gateman was not the regular gateman but a substitute who was not familiar with the procedure for opening and closing the gates). I still do not know for how long I lay there unconscious. Someone picked me up and I regained my consciousness. When I was taken to the hospital I discovered that my skull had a hairline crack in it and my shoulder was dislocated. But otherwise I was all right. I said to the Lord at that time, “Lord, I have not yet finished saying ‘Thank You’ to You for dying for me on <st1:place w:st="on">Calvary</st1:place>. Give me a few more years to express my gratitude to You for that, by serving You.” My arm was in a sling for a few weeks and I was soon back to normal health in every way.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>The Lord has given me 12 more years of perfect health thus far, since that date, to serve Him and to show my gratitude to Him for saving me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Besides these incidents, I can think of numerous occasions, when riding my scooter, where God saved me from accidents – once when my brake-wire snapped and at other times when my own carelessness or the carelessness of others threw me off my scooter. I have driven cars and scooters for 43 years now. But by God’s immense mercy, I have never been seriously hurt myself and have never hurt anyone else either. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>These incidents are constant reminders to me that I might not be living on earth today, if small things had been otherwise at any of the above times. I have often thought back to these incidents and asked myself why God saved my life. It was certainly not that I might live for myself <i>but that I might live only for Him</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Recollecting these instances now and then has helped me again and again to devote myself to live for the Lord alone. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>We should all remember such instances when God saved us from certain death - and ask ourselves why God spared our lives. Such memories will help us to re-dedicate our lives to the Lord again and again<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_17"></a><b>CHAPTER 17<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>A Time of Breaking and A New Burden<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;page-break-after:avoid;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>When I left the Navy, I had anticipated that I would be spending the rest of my life ministering among the assemblies connected with Brother Bakht Singh. But God does not show us the whole future – and I had some unexpected surprises awaiting me, sooner than I had anticipated. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In 1969, a young brother (from the Bakht-Singh assemblies) asked me what I felt would happen to those assemblies when Bakht Singh died. I told him that I felt that the assemblies would split and be divided, since only Bakht Singh himself could hold them all together. I should <i>not</i> have made such a rash comment about the work of a man of God. But I was only 30 years old and I was very unwise. Some of Bakht Singh’s co-workers heard about my comment and reported it promptly to Brother Bakht Singh – and he was greatly disturbed. He immediately told his co-workers not to allow me to speak any more in his assemblies. I<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>was<i> </i>not welcome<i> </i>thereafter in the very assemblies where I had once been a conference speaker. Through my rash speech I had lost an open door for ministry. I repented of what I had done. But I had to sit thereafter at the back of the Bakht-Singh assembly at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>, and was never allowed to share the Word there again. God told me in those days <i>not</i> to get offended with this discipline but to keep my mouth shut. He told me to respect the elders of the assembly, and not to criticize them, but to maintain a good attitude towards them at all times. And I did that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But I was confused now and wondered where my ministry would lie in the future. All the plans that I had made, when I had left the Navy 3 years earlier, now lay shattered at my feet. I had been married for just one year and my wife and I wondered what we were supposed to do next. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>For about three years I sat at the back of that assembly in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>, with a good attitude towards the elders there. Many people there misunderstood why I was being disciplined – and I did not seek to explain anything to them but kept quiet. Those were the years in which God broke me and tested me to see whether I was satisfied with Him alone or whether I would hanker after a public ministry, such as I had had until then. In all of my Christian life, I had wanted <i>only the Lord</i> - and I was ready to prove it to Him now. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In those quiet years, I took whatever opportunities the Lord gave me to minister among students in the medical college campus at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>. As I ministered among them, I discovered a great need for Christian books written especially for the needs of Indian students. All the books available in Christian bookshops were written by Westerners, and not from an Indian perspective. Those books were also far too expensive for Indian students to purchase. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had no ambition to write any book, because I knew very well that I was no writer. But I had a great burden for young students. So I decided to put down on paper whatever I had shared with students in my meetings among them, so that I could circulate it among them, for their private study. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Since I had no invitations to preach anywhere, I had plenty of time on my hands with nothing to do. So I started writing down first of all, the notes of a series of four messages I had given to students in the <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Christian</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Medical</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">College</st1:PlaceType>, <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>. It took me a long time to type those 60 to 70 pages – and then to correct and re-type them again – on an old typewriter that I had from my Navy days. But I finally finished the job after many months. I read and re-read my manuscript many times - and found that the Lord had indeed helped me to transcribe my burden faithfully on to paper. I then wondered how best I could circulate this among the students. But God had something far better in mind for my manuscript that I didn’t know about then – and He was showing me only one step at a time…..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Even though it was entirely my fault that I lost the open door of ministry among the Bakht Singh assemblies, I now see that <i>God was able to bring something glorious even out of my failure.</i> If I had continued in those assemblies, I might never have entered into a writing ministry. How great and how good is our God!! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I can now say like Jeremiah said about his younger days (when he was being broken and trained to be a prophet): <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>“I thought all hope was gone. I can never forget those awful years. Yet there was one ray of hope. I knew the Lord’s compassion never ends. The Lord alone was my inheritance in those days and I hoped in Him alone - and I found His mercies to be new to me every morning.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>Now I can testify that the Lord is wonderfully good to those who wait for Him and that it is good to quietly wait for the Lord’s time of deliverance. It is good for a young man to be under discipline, for it causes him to sit in silence under the Lord’s Hand, with his face in the dust. Let him turn the other cheek to those who strike him and let him accept their awful insults. Then there will be some hope for him.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>The Lord will not abandon him. Although God gives grief, He shows compassion too.” </span></i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(<i>Lamentations 3:18-33 </i>– adapted from the <i>Living Bible</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Hallelujah!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_18"></a><b>CHAPTER 18<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>God Pushes Me Into A Writing Ministry<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;page-break-after:avoid;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Towards the end of 1969, I had just finished writing my first manuscript (as described in my last article). But I never sent the manuscript to any publisher for I did not feel that any publisher would publish a book written by an unknown young man. So I kept it with me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>At that time, Angus Kinnear (who compiled Watchman Nee’s books) <i>“happened” </i>to come to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City> and I <i>“happened” </i>to meet him. I see now that God had sent him there at that very time, just for me. Since he was an experienced writer, I showed him my manuscript and asked him if he could read through it and give me some suggestions. He agreed to do so and took it with him to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">England</st1:place></st1:country-region>. In a little while, I got a letter from him stating that he was happy with the manuscript and had got it typeset, got a cover designed for it and sent it on to Gospel Literature Service </span><![if !vml]><img width=187 height=288 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image021.jpg" align=left hspace=12 alt=TSP v:shapes="Picture_x0020_49"><![endif]><span style='font-size: 11.0pt'>(Bombay) to be published. That book - “<i>THE SUPREME PRIORITIES</i><span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>- was published in 1970. Thus God nudged me into a writing ministry. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The leaders of the Union of Evangelical Students of India saw this book and <i>“happened”</i> to ask me (in the same year) if I would write two more books – one on guidance and the other on sex and marriage – specifically designed for Indian students. I sought God earnestly for wisdom and He helped me to complete the initial manuscripts of both books within 3 months. I spent another 4 months correcting the manuscripts and retyping them on my old typewriter. Finally, one night in 1970, I finished typing the last of the 150 pages of both manuscripts. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had never learnt typing, and so I had to do all my typing by looking at the keys (the <i>“seek and ye shall find”</i> method!!). Besides that, I could type with only one finger of each hand!! So my progress was very slow. I still remember that night when those two fingers of mine were thoroughly numb, after many months of typing! But I went to bed rejoicing that night, because God had given me grace and wisdom to complete the task He had assigned me. <i>FINDING GOD’S WILL</i> and <i>SEX, LOVE & MARRIAGE </i>were published<i> </i>by GLS in 1971.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In early 1971, it <i>“happened”</i> that I was invited to speak at the Evangelical Fellowship of India’s annual conference at <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>. I gave three messages there on <i>Elisha</i>. The Lord gave me an unusual anointing at that conference - and so I felt that I should share these messages with others immediately. God helped me to type out those messages too - and I titled the book “<i>NEEDED – MEN OF GOD</i>”. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In mid-1971, I was invited to speak at the Keswick Convention in the Nilgiri Hills in Tamilnadu. I gave four messages there on<i> “The Christ-Life for the Self-Life</i>”. Audio-taping of sermons was not common in those days. But in the sovereignty of God, someone <i>“happened”</i> to tape all four messages. Three months later, someone <i>“happened”</i> to come to me and offered to transcribe those messages from tape to paper. Once I got the transcript, I edited it and titled the book “<i>BEAUTY FOR ASHES”</i>. If those messages had not been taped and transcribed by someone, that book would never have been written - because I was now getting many more openings for ministry and I just did not have the time, as in the previous two years, to sit down and type any manuscripts.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In all these instances, I see the amazing sovereignty of God that brought the right people to me at the right time (without any effort on my part), to encourage me to write, to ask me to write on specific topics, and to tape and transcribe my messages. I also see the sovereignty of God that reduced my preaching ministry considerably during those three years – so that I would have plenty of time to write – and to type!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Many authors nowadays spend thousands of rupees on computer equipment and on staying at expensive retreat centers for many months, in order to write just one book! I had nothing but an old typewriter with me. And I lived with my wife and my small son in one small room and did all my work in that room from 1969 to 1971.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had no ability to write and I certainly had no desire to be known as an author. But God had given me a love for young people and a burden to reach them with the truth. And so He pushed me into a writing ministry when I was 30 years old – and I wrote five books in a period of less than 3 years. I know that it was God Who did it. And I know He did it because He loved the young people of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> and wanted them to know the truth about Him and about His Word. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>I have discovered that writing Christian books does not require money, or convenient surroundings, or even any special natural ability. Peter and John were poor fishermen, not writers. And Paul wrote while he was in a prison. But all of them sought the glory of God alone in their lives and God anointed them with the Holy Spirit. And they wrote from what they had experienced in their lives – not empty theories. That was the secret. And that is why God has used their writings to bless millions of people all over the world during the past twenty centuries.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in; mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_19"></a><b>CHAPTER 19<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>A New Location And A House<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;page-break-after:avoid;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>After my books began to be circulated in 1971, I began to receive many invitations for ministry from all over <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Since it was not easy to travel from an out-of-the-way place like <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Vellore</st1:place></st1:City>, my wife and I began praying about moving to some major city from which travel would be easier. We also wanted to be in a city where we could work among college-students. We considered <st1:City w:st="on">Madras</st1:City> and <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> as two possibilities. As we prayed about this matter, considering various factors, we saw that there was plenty of student-ministry going on in <st1:City w:st="on">Madras</st1:City>, but very little in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. So we began leaning towards moving to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. But we wanted some confirmation from the Lord before moving.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>At that very time, a missionary (whom we knew well) who was pastoring a Baptist church in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>, knowing nothing about our thinking, asked me if I would fill in for him in his church, while he went on vacation for three months. He told us that we could stay in his house during those 3 months, when he and his family were away. This seemed to be the confirmation that we had been seeking for. So I accepted his invitation. This would also give us three months to look for a house for ourselves.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>So we moved to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> in April 1972. We had no savings and very few earthly possessions at that time. All that we owned on earth fitted into one small van, with which we moved to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. I preached in the Baptist church there for three months. When the missionary returned, I handed the pulpit back to him. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>This was the first step in God’s plan – because those three months of ministry in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> gave us contacts with a number of people who later formed the core of the church that the Lord planted three years later.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Annie and I had moved to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> in order to work among college-students. But we ended up <i>never </i>working among students at all. The Lord planted a church instead. God’s ways are mysterious. He does not show us the whole future, but only one step at a time. He even allows us at times, to imagine that we are going to a place in order to engage in some particular ministry, when all along what He has in mind for us there is something quite different! <i>“His ways are perfect – and He makes our ways perfect” (Psa.18:30,32). </i>Hallelujah!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>God plans our future in far better ways than we can ever do. When we seek His kingdom and His righteousness first, He gives us all the earthly things we need for life in this world too. Christians tend to go to two extremes in this matter. Some imagine that God is interested in blessing us with earthly blessings <i>primarily</i>. Others imagine that God has <i>no interest</i> in our earthly needs at all. Both are wrong. God cares for us more than any earthly father cares for his child and He wants to provide our every need – spiritual first and earthly next.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>God knew that housing would become very expensive in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> in future years. I did not know that. So God made a provision to meet that need for me. My father was a retired pensioner without much money. But he did have a small ancestral house in Kerala, in which he had not stayed for 40 years. It had been leased out to a tenant. When my father tried to sell that house, the tenant caused difficulties. The Communist party that had been ruling Kerala for many years always supported the tenants. So my father gave up all hope of ever being able to sell his house. But God had a plan. A little later, the Communist party lost the elections and a new government came into power. However, in a short time, this new government also fell and the Communists came back to power again. But during that short interval – when the Communists were <i>not</i> in power – God enabled my father to sell his house! He did not get much money for it. But he gave me my share from that. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>With that amount, I bought an old house in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> in 1972. When negotiating the purchase of this house, I told the owner (a respectable lady) that I had no <i>“black money”</i> to give her, but that the entire price of the house would be paid by cheque as <i>“white money”</i>. In <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, almost everyone buys and sells houses with a large percentage of the price paid in <i>“black money” </i>(money kept as cash because it is unaccounted for). This lady had received more attractive offers than mine from her own relatives. But she told them, “Mr. Poonen is a righteous man and I will sell it only to him!” We owned no furniture. But we discovered amazingly that she was selling all her furniture also along with her house! And she sold us that too at a very reasonable price. We still use that very same furniture today. God’s care for our needs was so exact! Above all, this house - <st1:Street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on"><i>16 DaCosta Square</i></st1:address></st1:Street><i> </i>- became the birthplace of the church three years later – in 1975.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>When I gave away all my earnings for God’s work and left the Navy to serve the Lord, I never thought I would ever own a house in my entire life. But God had plans that I knew nothing about. He even removed a government in Kerala so as to enable me to buy this house in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. It is wonderful to see the perfect timing of God in everything He does. As we seek to honour Him, He honours us. <i>Hallelujah!<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal; mso-no-proof:yes'><![if !vml]><img border=0 width=464 height=384 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image023.jpg" alt=House-1 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_12"><![endif]></span></i><i><span style='font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><st1:address w:st="on"><st1:Street w:st="on"><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'>16 DaCosta Square</span></i></st1:Street><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight: normal'>, <st1:City w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:City>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">India</st1:country-region></span></i></st1:address><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'>- where we first started meeting as a church on 17 August 1975<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> </div> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_20"></a><b>CHAPTER 20<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Forsaking All Possessions<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Jesus said that anyone who wanted to be His disciple must <i>“forsake all that he possesses” (Lk.14:33).</i> If we are serious about being His disciples, then God will bring us again and again to the place where we have to forsake all that the world considers valuable.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had already made the decision to forsake honour, position and money, when I gave up my naval career. I was now faced with a new choice – concerning earthly property.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had never expected to own a house in my entire life. But as I mentioned earlier, I now owned a house – albeit an old one. And I began to wonder whether I would become attached to this bit of earthly property. I never wanted anything to come between me and the Lord and I never wanted to be attached to anything on this earth at any time. I wanted to be like the overcomers mentioned in the book of <i>Revelation</i> who had been <i>“set free from the earth” (Rev.14:3 paraphrase)</i>. So I prayed with all my heart that if this house was going to become an idol to me, the Lord would burn it down to the ground. It would be quite easy for the Lord to arrange an electrical short-circuit or some accidental fire to burn the house down, when none of us were inside it. I prayed this prayer many times – quite sincerely. And many a time, when returning to my house from somewhere, I fully expected to see my house in flames and my wife and son standing outside watching it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had placed this <i>‘Isaac’</i> on the altar and given it up to God <i>(Gen.22)</i>. But God did <i>not</i> destroy my house. He allowed us to keep it – and we still <i>have</i> it today. But we don’t <i>possess</i> it.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>It has never been <i>our</i> house from the very first day. It has been the <i>Lord’s</i> house always – to be used for Him and for His people. We have lived in that house for more than 33 years now – and we praise the Lord that it has been the house of God and the gate of heaven for many people during all these years. Lost souls have found the Lord in this house, the sick have been healed, demon-possessed people have been delivered, and the church of the living God has been built there. From this house, books and tapes have gone out into many parts of the world and blessed many people. I now see that that was why God gave us this house. And that is the reason why God gives us many earthly things – that we might use them to bless others. Earthly things have their maximum value only when they are used to bless and help others – and not when they are used merely for ourselves and our families.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Some time after this, I bought a new scooter – since the old one I had from my Navy days had worn out. I was very careful with this new scooter (as we all are with anything new), and did not to allow any scratches to come on it. Within a few days of my purchasing it, I began to hear a rattling sound coming from it, whenever I rode it. I wondered what was wrong. I took it to a mechanic, and he checked it thoroughly and said that there was nothing wrong with the engine or with any other part of the scooter. I sought the Lord and He told me that I had not placed this new scooter on the altar and given it up to Him as yet. I realized then that I could unconsciously become attached even to a small thing like a scooter – especially if it was a new one! So I placed this also on the altar and gave it away to the Lord. It was <i>His</i> scooter from then on and He could do whatever He wanted with it. If He wanted me to lend it to one of His children at some time (or even to give it away), I would do so – because it was His. And if someone borrowed it from me and damaged it or lost it, I would not allow that to disturb me – for the scooter was the Lord’s. The rattling noise in the scooter stopped immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I saw that God wanted me and my wife to be to free from attachment to all earthly things – from big things like a house and from small things like a scooter; and from still smaller things like the electronic gadgets that we used in our home – and even from the clothes that we wore. <i>We were to possess nothing as our own.</i> At times, when a tape-recorder or a mixer in our home was spoilt or stopped working, we reminded ourselves that while we were to be careful in the use of all earthly things, we were never to love or possess any of them.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>The Lord was jealous that our spirits should not be defiled by attachment to anything of this earth. This is a prime requirement for being a disciple and for building His church. The Lord wanted me and my wife to be His disciples – who while <i>having</i> earthly things in our house, would <i>possess</i> <i>none of them as</i> <i>our own</i>. Thus our life has been free from anxiety over earthly things and also from greediness and covetousness. We have found our joy in the Lord Himself – and in the Lord alone. Hallelujah!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_21"></a><b>CHAPTER 21<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Hitting Rock Bottom<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The period from mid 1971 to end 1974 (when I was 31 to 35 years old) was the period during which my fame grew rapidly in my <i>public ministry</i>. It was also the period during which I backslid the most in <i>my personal life</i>. Popularity and backsliding go together in the lives of many preachers.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>My fame as a preacher, author and radio-speaker was spreading far and wide. I had written 6 books by then that were being widely circulated. Some of them had been translated into other Indian languages. Ken Taylor (translator of <i>The Living Bible</i>) had met me in 1971 and asked for permission to publish my book <i>Finding God’s Will </i>through his publishing house in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">USA</st1:place></st1:country-region><i>.</i> This was published through <i>Tyndale House</i> in 1972. My weekly radio program was being broadcast across <st1:place w:st="on">South East Asia</st1:place>. And I was being invited as the main speaker at many deeper life and ‘Keswick’ conferences in <st1:country-region w:st="on">Singapore</st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">United Kingdom</st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Australia</st1:country-region>, and in many places in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. I remember one series of revival meetings at which I preached every day for 21 consecutive days. Many people repented of their sins and were drawn to the Lord. I was an ascending star in evangelical Christendom!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But during this entire period (<i>mid-1971 to end-1974</i>) I was backsliding <i>inwardly.</i> My <i>external</i> life before men was spotless throughout this period. I was also upright and honest in all my private financial matters and paid all my taxes honestly. But I was defeated inwardly in my thought-life and defeated in my home-life by anger etc.,<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>No-one who heard me on the radio or in pulpits across the world however knew this, for I was still preaching powerfully. <i>There was no decline in the exercise of my preaching gift during this entire period.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In fact, when I visited <st1:City w:st="on">Melbourne</st1:City> (<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Australia</st1:place></st1:country-region>) in December 1973, to speak at the Keswick Convention, an Australian Christian newspaper proclaimed me as the finest Keswick preacher they had ever heard. Little did they know that I who preached the deeper life of victory over sin was defeated myself in my thought-life. I discovered then that even good believers can be deceived into considering a man to be spiritual if he has a powerful preaching gift. I have preserved a copy of that newspaper article to remind myself that <i>one can be the finest preacher and the greatest backslider at the same time</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But through my backsliding, God taught me the following lessons:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>1. The blessing of the Lord upon our labours, and the results that we see in our <i>ministry,</i> are <i>no indication</i> of God’s approval of our <i>life</i>. Our spiritual state can be evaluated <i>only</i> by the purity of our inner life. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>2. It is when our ministry is being blessed mightily by God that we are in greatest danger of <i>spiritual pride</i> – and pride is the primary cause of all backsliding.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>3. God allows people to exercise their spiritual gifts powerfully, even when they are living in known sin, in order to test them to see whether they value <i>His approval</i> more or the honour of men. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>4. The eloquence of gifted preachers and their so-called miracles do <i>not</i> impress me any more – for I believe what Jesus said, that many who prophesy and do miracles in His Name will be sent to hell finally, because they lived in sin in their private lives <i>(Matt.7:22,23).</i> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Knowing all this has been a great safeguard for me during the last 30 years. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>By mid-1974, I became so tired of my hypocritical life that I decided to quit the ministry – because I did not want to go on living a double life and deceiving people. So I began to seek the Lord in prayer. I told Him that if He wanted me to continue in His service, He must baptize me afresh in the Holy Spirit and make my inner life correspond with what I was preaching. For six months I prayed regularly along with another brother who was equally needy. And then in January 1975, God filled me with His Spirit again and turned my life around completely. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I know now that God does not give His Spirit to those who <i>deserve</i> Him, but to those who realize <i>their desperate need of Him</i>. I did not deserve the Holy Spirit then, <i>or now</i>. The Holy Spirit is a free gift – exactly like the forgiveness of sins. Since that day, more than 30 years ago, life for me has been totally different. It has proceeded from “<i>one degree of glory to another</i>”. God’s grace has been abundant to a wretched sinner like me, who deserved only hellfire. I thank God that Jesus came <i>“to call not the righteous, but sinners to repentance”</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had to hit rock bottom and go into the depths of defeat and be thoroughly broken, before the Lord could accomplish what He wanted <i>in</i> me and <i>through</i> me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Two results of this breaking have been: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(1) It has become almost impossible for me now to be puffed up (no matter what God does through me) or to imagine that I am a ‘<i>somebody</i>’. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>(2) It has become almost impossible for me now to despise any sinner or backslider, however deeply he may have fallen. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Thus God prepared me for building His church six months later. Hallelujah!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_22"></a><b>CHAPTER 22<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>A Fresh Enduement With Power<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>God allows many things in our lives to break us so that we are driven to cling to Him. By the end of 1974, God had broken me over a period of 15 years in many ways. Many elder brothers of churches had misunderstood me, had been jealous of my ministry and had suppressed me and rejected me. I had failed many a time in my personal life. In our home, Annie and I had gone through periods of extreme financial need. And to top it all, when I moved to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>, I became sick. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I had always been a healthy young man. But as soon as I moved to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> in 1972, I was severely afflicted by repeated attacks of asthma. This was so bad that I could not sleep at night but had to sit up in a chair most nights. I had to spray asthma-relieving medicines frequently into my mouth just to be able to breathe freely. People told me that <st1:City w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:City> was the worst place for asthma-sufferers in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Yet I knew that God had led Annie and me to move to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. So this was obviously an attack from Satan to make me move away from <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> – for some reason. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In mid-1974, I received an invitation to be the pastor of a <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Baptist</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Church</st1:PlaceType> in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. I told them that I would preach for them every Sunday morning and evening, on two conditions – (1) that I would not take the title of “<i>Pastor</i>”(because I hated all religious titles); and (2) that I would <i>not</i> receive a salary from the church (because I felt I would be able to preach the whole truth to them only if I was <i>not</i> receiving any money from them). They agreed to both conditions readily and I started preaching in that <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Baptist</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Church</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>But I was in desperate spiritual need in my personal life. So I began to seek God earnestly in prayer along with another brother, who was also in desperate need. Yet nothing seemed to change for us, month after month.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In January 1975, a leader of the charismatic movement came to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City> for some meetings. I had read his books and been greatly blessed by his balanced teaching on the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I attended his meetings and asked him if he would speak at our church the next Sunday morning. He readily agreed. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Before the Sunday morning service, the Lord asked me if I was willing to stand up before my congregation (that respected me so highly) and confess that I was a hypocrite. I said “Yes, Lord”. (We don’t have to confess our <i>private</i> sins publicly. But in my case, I was deceiving everyone by my hypocrisy.) I had reached rock-bottom in my life and I was willing to do anything and to pay any price, if only the Lord would meet with me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>This preacher always gave an invitation at the end of his meetings, for those who wanted prayer to come forward. So I planned to be the first one to go forward and confess my hypocrisy, that Sunday morning. But amazingly, on that Sunday morning alone, he never gave an invitation. So I did not get a chance to make my public confession. I felt then that the Lord had seen my willingness to sacrifice my reputation - and that was all He wanted. I had placed my “<i>Isaac</i>” on the altar and the Lord had returned it to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I invited the preacher home for lunch after the service. After lunch, we went together to an upper room in my house and I told him how desperately I needed God’s power. He told me, “It is unthinkable, Zac, that God will call you to His service and then refuse to give you His power”. As he said these words, faith was suddenly born in my heart – and I believed that God had answered my prayer for power. We knelt down to pray and he prayed for me. Then I prayed and thanked the Lord for answering my prayer. As I did so, I suddenly found myself uttering strange syllables that I had no intention to utter. I switched back to praying in English and found myself again uttering some strange syllables that I could not understand. This puzzled me but joy filled my heart. We had prayed only for a few minutes. As I got up from prayer, I asked this brother what he had heard. He said he had heard me speaking in tongues! My wife told me later that when she saw me coming back from that time of prayer, she knew something wonderful had happened to me – by the light on my face. God had indeed met with me – and things have never been the same since. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>It is not that I have never made any mistakes or fallen thereafter. Nor has it been a straight steady climb upwards since then. But I can say this that the general direction of my life was reversed that day – January 12, 1975. The graph of my life started going upwards and has been going upward ever since. 31 years have passed since that blessed day and life has never been the same for me. But if you look closely at this upward graph, you will find that it is not a straight line but a <i>wavy</i> line. There are little ups and downs along the way, but the graph moves steadily upwards. And the ripples on the line get less and less as I get closer to the Lord. I am not perfect, but I am pressing on. And as a wonderful by-product of this encounter with God, He healed me of my asthma and I have never had a problem with it since. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>At last I discovered what “<i>new-covenant life in the Spirit</i>” really was – the life that Jesus purchased on the cross for His church and gave to her on the day of Pentecost. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Hallelujah!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_23"></a><b>CHAPTER 23<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>Filled With The Spirit And Thereafter<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Both my wife Annie and I, were in a <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Brethren</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">church</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> from the time of our conversion. This made it difficult for us to accept the doctrine of the baptism in the Holy Spirit and the gift of tongues. I had already experienced something of the enduement of the Spirit (without “<i>tongues</i>”) in 1963; and I was open to receive the gift of tongues as well if God were to give it to me. So I used to listen to many tapes on the baptism in the Spirit. But Annie was strongly prejudiced against this doctrine and did not want me to listen to such tapes, fearing that I might become a Pentecostal. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>However, she soon came to a place of desperate need herself. She had been very active as a young college-girl, witnessing for the Lord in her college and in the women’s jail etc., Now she was married to a fulltime worker who did not even have a clear understanding of his ministry. We did not have enough money even to rent a house and were living in one room of my parents’ home that they had given us to use. Our first son had just been born; and so Annie had a small baby to look after as well.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>We had to scrape all the money we had in order to buy milk-powder for our son each month. These pressures reduced Annie to a state of discouragement. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>One day in late 1969, a sister whom she knew, asked her if she would like to come for a time of prayer to her home. Annie went with her. When she returned some time later, she was totally transformed. I could see that she was radiant. Something had happened to her. She told me how she had cried out to God many times in the previous months, in her desperate need. Finally God had met with her that afternoon and filled her with the Holy Spirit and given her the gift of tongues as well. She was the one who had been totally opposed to this gift until then. But God had broken down her prejudices and met with her. From that moment she began to pray that I too would receive this gift. She never told me that she was praying for me and she never urged me to seek for this gift. All she did was pray for me in secret. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>More than five years later, God answered her prayer and met with me too - on January 12, 1975. But the day after the Lord met with me, I began to doubt my experience. Had I really been filled with the Spirit? Had I really received a genuine gift of <i>“tongues”,</i> or had I just made up those syllables that I spoke?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I felt that if I had really been filled with the Holy Spirit, then one proof of it would be that the Bible (that the Holy Spirit had written) would come alive to me in a new way from then on. So I decided to read the New Testament all over again – and started with <i>Matthew Chapter1</i>. I mediated on the genealogy of Christ with all its <i>“begats”</i> – and didn’t get any inspiration from them! But when I reached verse 20 I was struck by the words: <i>“…that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit.”</i>! I felt that God was speaking to me directly. That which had been conceived in my heart the previous day was from the Holy Spirit!! I was so delighted that I praised the Lord for this assurance. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>The Lord then began to speak to me through this passage. First of all, even as Mary alone knew what the Holy Spirit had done in her and most others misunderstood her, even so, I alone knew what the Holy Spirit had done in me; but most others would misunderstand me. Secondly, as the Spirit came upon Mary to produce Jesus in her, even so the Spirit had come upon me primarily to produce Christ in me. The Lord told me that the gift of tongues had been much misunderstood and evil spoken of in the world; and I was now to adorn this gift with a Christlike life so that people would once again have faith in it. This is what I have sought to during the last 31 years.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>From that moment, it was as if all hell broke loose around me in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Word spread like wildfire throughout the churches that <i>“Zac Poonen was speaking in tongues”</i>. Today the gift of tongues has become more respectable in Christendom in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, and opposition to it has died down, because thousands of believers have received this gift. But in 1975 in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, things were different. People began to spread false stories about me that I was pulling people’s tongues to make them speak in tongues!! Satan had a field-day with his gossiping co-workers in Christendom!! But I was unfazed. I had not even expected to speak in tongues and was surprised when God gave me the gift. And as He had warned me, most others would misunderstand me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>I now began to teach the Biblical basis for the baptism in the Spirit in the Baptist church in which I was preaching. Week after week I taught on it and a few who were conscious of their powerlessness became hungry for this in their lives. We began weekly prayer meetings for these few.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>Three months later a godly charismatic preacher came to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>, and I asked him to speak at our Baptist church. At his meetings, a number in the church were led into the baptism in the Spirit. And then the Baptists were really disturbed……<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>Satan was furious, but God was sovereignly working out His purposes and silently planning for me in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><a name="Chapter_24"></a><b>CHAPTER 24<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b>The End of A Phase And The Beginning Of Another<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom: .85gd;text-align:center;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>There would have been no Christianity on earth today if it were not for the mighty baptism in the Spirit that the apostles received on the day of Pentecost, which transformed them into flaming witnesses for Christ who took the gospel everywhere. It is not surprising therefore that Satan has made the baptism of the Holy Spirit <i>the most controversial doctrine</i> and <i>the most counterfeited experience</i> in Christendom today.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>As I preached the baptism in the Spirit in the Baptist church during the first six months of 1975, many people in that church were disturbed, because this did not agree with <i>“their church traditions”. </i>Conflict with <i>tradition</i> was something that Jesus and His apostles had also encountered wherever they preached <i>(Mark 7:13). </i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>In July 1975, I was invited to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">England</st1:place></st1:country-region> for some meetings. While I was there, early one morning, the Lord spoke to me in the clearest way that I had ever heard Him speak to me in my entire life. I did not understand the significance then, of all that He told me. But looking back now after 30 years, I can see that the Lord was encouraging me and preparing me for the beginning of a new phase in my life and ministry. I did not have a clue however that I would be catapulted into that phase as soon as I returned to <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>. How wonderfully the Lord encourages us in advance when he sees that we are going to face rough waters in the future.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>On my return home, I discovered that a lot of murmuring had been going on in the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Baptist</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Church</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> concerning my preaching. God is not the author of confusion but of peace - and so I sought the way of peace. I called the deacons of the church together and told them that I had no desire to cause confusion or to split their church over the issue of the baptism in the Holy Spirit. If they wanted me to leave, I told them that I would leave quietly. They said they wanted me to leave <i>immediately</i>. I asked if I could give a farewell message to the church the next Sunday. They said, “No”. The next day, however, they relented and agreed to let me speak. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>And so I preached my farewell message to that congregation on Sunday, August 17, 1975. I told them that they were facing a crucial decision, just like the Israelites at the borders of the promised land. They could either go forward into a life in the Holy Spirit, or continue to wander in the wilderness of religious traditions. As soon as I had finished my message, the brother who was the Assistant Pastor in that church got up and said that since the church had rejected my message, he had decided to resign his position and leave the church too. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>A visiting godly brother (who had preached in that church four months earlier) had <i>prophesied</i> in his sermon that if the church rejected what I was teaching about the Holy Spirit’s ministry, then the Lord would remove me from their midst and use me throughout India in a mighty way, apart from them.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>That was the end of a phase of my life and ministry. The Lord had planned something new for me thereafter, but at that time I was confused and did not know what lay ahead. But I was then at the threshold of what the Lord had been training me for, all along – making disciples and building the Body of Christ. And that ministry would lead to intense opposition and persecution – such as I had never experienced in all my life – from almost every group of believers in Christendom. God does not allow us to be tested beyond our ability. So He did not allow me to face such opposition until then. I needed 16 years of preparation to face it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>On that Sunday, after the two of us left that Baptist church, we did not know what to do next. So we decided to meet for prayer in my home that evening. We certainly had no plan to start a new church. When we finished praying, we agreed to meet again during the week for more prayer and fellowship. I spent the next three days in fasting and prayer seeking the Lord for direction for the future. A couple of families joined us the next Sunday and we started meeting four times a week and spent many hours in fasting and prayer (on all public holidays). As we look back now, we see that a “<i>baby</i>” was being conceived in those times of fasting and prayer. It was the beginning of a “<i>body</i>” – a local expression of the Body of Christ. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>At that time, an elderly American pastor of a Pentecostal church who was retiring and returning home, came and asked me if I would take over from him as Pastor of his church. I immediately said, “<i>No</i>”, for I knew that God did not want me to join a denominational church again. It was a new wineskin that God now wanted in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:City>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify;text-indent:14.15pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none'><span style='font-size:11.0pt'>And so we moved forward – one day at a time – led by the Spirit, as the pillar of cloud led the Israelites in the wilderness. It was an exciting time – of making mistakes and learning from our mistakes.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>We did not know, for example, how to exercise the gifts of the Spirit. <i>Fortunately,</i> none of us had a Pentecostal background. So we got all our teaching <i>from Scripture alone.</i> We learnt through trial and error about prophecy, speaking in tongues, interpretation and healing etc.,<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  </span>The numbers at our meetings began to increase slowly to 20 and then 30. Some who came were sincere while others came only to receive financial help. We did not have much discernment in those days and we were cheated by false “brothers” a number of times. But we learnt lessons from our mistakes.<span style='mso-spacerun:yes'>   </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter style='margin-bottom:10.2pt;mso-para-margin-bottom:.85gd; text-align:justify'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; font-weight:normal'>All of us were far from perfect. But we were determined to press on to perfection. That was the next phase…..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'> <p class=Chapter style='text-align:justify;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in'><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";font-weight:normal'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> <p class=Chapter align=left style='text-align:left'><span style='font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter align=left style='text-align:left'><![if !vml]><img width=288 height=192 src="the_day_of_small_beginnings_volume1_files/image025.jpg" align=left hspace=12 alt=image014 v:shapes="Picture_x0020_35"><![endif]><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight: normal'><span style='font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'><i style='mso-bidi-font-style: normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>Zac and Annie Poonen</span></i></b><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'> have served the Lord together in India for more than 37 years, <br> making disciples and building the church of the Lord Jesus. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>Zac was formerly an Indian Naval officer.<br style='mso-special-character:line-break'> <![if !supportLineBreakNewLine]><br style='mso-special-character:line-break'> <![endif]><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>Annie is a medical doctor. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"'>They have four sons who are also disciples of the Lord Jesus<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <p class=Chapter align=left style='text-align:left'><span style='font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class=Chapter align=left style='text-align:left'><span style='font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'> <hr size=3 width="100%" align=center> </span></i></div> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='margin-bottom:12.0pt;text-align:center'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'><br> </span></i><i><span style='font-size:10.0pt'>Copyright - Zac Poonen (2005)<br> This book has been copyrighted to prevent misuse.<br> It should not be reprinted or translated without<br> written permission from the author.<br> <br> Permission is however given for any part of this book<br> to be downloaded and printed<br> provided it is for FREE distribution,<br> provided NO ALTERATIONS are made,<br> provided the AUTHOR'S NAME AND ADDRESS are mentioned,<br> and provided this copyright notice is included<br> in each printout.<br> <br> For further details, please contact:<br> <a href="mailto:cfc@cfcindia.com">The Publisher</a><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <div style='margin-bottom:6.0pt'> <div class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'><i><span style='font-size:11.0pt'> <hr size=3 width="100%" align=center> </span></i></div> </div> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> </body> </html>