living-without-jesus_title

I was born and raised in Mauritius, in a staunch Hindu family. My father was deeply involved in helping to develop Hindu temples and had a very close relationship with the priests. This made him quite an influential man in the Hindu community. My upbringing was very much dictated to by my father’s beliefs and values. Being the only son, many people expected me to follow in my father’s footsteps. We had a prayer room at the entrance to the house, with twenty idols that represented various ‘gods’ to which I used to pray daily. Each god represented something – one being the god of knowledge, another the god of war, and so on.

As a teenager, I was performing animal sacrifices once a year at our home. I once walked across eight metres of burning coals as a sacrifice – offering, whilst I had my cheeks pierced across and a needle through my tongue. The reason for the piercing is to prohibit people from talking during the procession, and I did it to show my commitment to ‘god’.

At the age of seventeen, I started questioning everything I was doing. Nothing made sense to me anymore and I could not see, nor feel ‘God’ in these idols. I needed answers and could not get any. I stopped believing that there was a God.

I came to South Africa in 1999 to study at the University of Natal and in 2001 I befriended Poovashini (my wife). At the time she was an architecture student who was helping with her church extension and she approached me to help with the costing.

We then became very good friends and later started dating. On 24th February 2002, Poovashini was getting baptized, and she invited me to church for the evening service, which was my very first time in church.

There was an altar call before the baptism ceremony and the pastor had a word for someone in the congregation who needed to give their life to the Lord. At that moment, I was shaking inside. I had no clue what was happening to me and it was the first time that I had ever experienced such a feeling. It was overwhelming.

I got off my seat and walked to the front of the church. I felt in my heart that it was what I needed to do. I gave my heart to the Lord that day and was baptized. My wife and I have been serving the Lord together since then. We trust that God will open the eyes of both our parents and that they will give their lives to Jesus. One scripture that I always hold on to is “as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord”. Joshua 24:15

Want to Read this Article Offline?