Rewa | Hope

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I was born to a Tibetan Buddhist family in 1966. I came from the eastern part of Nepal, the Himalayan District, which is very close to the Tibet border. I remember my Grandpa telling me that we were originally from Tibet, the autonomous land of China. As time went by my grandparents migrated to Nepal, and later on, they obtained Nepali citizenship. The majority of our relatives still live in Tibet.

 

My parents divorced when I was two years old. Getting divorce is very unusual in our culture. However, it happened to my parents. My father married another woman and chased away my mother from the house. We were taken to my maternal uncle's house. Three years later, my mother also married another man. I began to feel lonely and orphaned in this world. One time, I became very sick and there was no one beside me to look after me. Those days I had no proper food to eat and clothes to wear. Day and night a flood of tears ran down my cheeks, which became my daily food and water. My life was in chaos. I was really depressed and brokenhearted. I longed for my mother. I searched for peace, love and care in my life.

 

I cried many times in front of Buddha Idol to find peace and love in my life. But I did not experience any peace and love in my life, even though the Buddhist religion is known in the world as the religion of peace. I lost my Buddhist faith and got angry with those idols. I had no other way to survive, so I became a cowherder in my uncle's house. I stopped schooling when my mother left me. My uncle and aunt did not allow me to go to school anymore. However, they allowed me to attend the annual exam. Eventually, the cowshed became my primary school. Sometimes they would send their son to teach me. The cowshed was 15 miles away from the village. There was no other teacher to help me. Moreover, there was neither kerosene nor electricity at night. While I was tending the sheep and yak, I used to collect dried twigs of bamboo and pine in order to burn and use them as a lamp as I studied during the night. I went back to my village and stayed with uncle and aunt. There I completed 7th grade, and the school promoted me to high school level. I went to the main town of my district for higher studies. There, I received a job as a waiter in a hotel just to help to finance my studies. This continued until I graduated from high school in 1992.

 

After completing high school, I got married and began to work in a trekking agency as a tourist guide for my livelihood. Once we had a treking expedition to Allen Peak which is beside mount Everest. At that time, a tourist shared with me about the story of the Bible, from creation to Jesus. At last, he focused his sharing on Isa. 49: 15-16. He told me that "if you accept Jesus, He will never leave you nor forsake you". Theses verses touched my life and I had a desire to know more about Jesus. My trekking companions were Christian and were very helpful to me. As a result of my trekking companions and tourists' constant involvement in our lives, my wife and I accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior on May 15, 1992, through a Nepali pastor. The same year, on Sep. 12th 1992, we were baptized. At that moment, I experienced peace, joy, and happiness that I had never felt before in my life.

 

I have found now a real Father who will love me so much for the rest of my life, and He will never leave me nor forsake me-even though my earthly father and mother forsook me. As the Bible says (Isaiah 49: 15-16), "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne. Though she may forget you, but I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me." When God saw my distress and chaos as an orphan, He really engraved me on the palm of His hand.

Since then I am fully serving Him as my savior and God. He is my hope of life. Without Him my life is vain and useless. He is my all in all. Praise God!

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