Drifting Away—A Taste of the World

Everything changed when I entered high school. I met friends who had no interest in God. They introduced me to the pleasures of the world—things that looked fun, things that felt exciting, things that promised freedom.

Little by little, I pulled away from my Christian roots. Church felt boring. The Bible felt irrelevant. The more I embraced the world, the more I convinced myself that I didn’t need God.

I stopped going to church. I stopped praying. I stopped reading the Bible.

But one person never stopped.

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A Mother Who Refused to Give Up 

Every night, after I had fallen asleep, my mother would quietly enter my room. She would lay her Bible on my head and cry out to God for me.

I remember waking up sometimes to the sound of her whispering prayers, her voice trembling with desperation. I pitied her. I thought, This old lady is wasting her time. Let her pray if it makes her feel better.

What I didn’t realize was that my mother’s prayers were shaking heaven.

She never gave up. Even when I was rebellious. Even when I ignored her faith. Even when I ran as far as I could from God—my mother stood in the gap for me.

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Hitting Rock Bottom—Failing Again and Again

In India, education is highly valued. Success in school is seen as a reflection of a family’s honor. But while I was chasing the world, my studies suffered.

I didn’t just fail once. Not twice. But three times.

I watched as my parents, who were once so proud, struggled with disappointment and shame. In our culture, failing in school is not just a personal failure—it’s a family disgrace.

One day, after my third failure, my father looked at me and said words that cut deep:

"Paul, it looks like you are bringing shame on our family."

Those words broke me. I had never felt so worthless.

I started thinking, Maybe if I disappear, my family will cry for a while, but eventually, they’ll forget me. Everything will be fine.

That night, the thought of suicide came like a whisper in my mind.

I listened to it.

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The Night I Almost Ended It All

I walked toward the riverbank. The place where I planned to end my life.

I was crying like a child.

I stood there, staring at the water, thinking, In a few minutes, I will be gone. No more shame. No more guilt. No more failure.

But just as I was about to jump, I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder.

A man pulled me back.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he walked with me. And as we walked, he spoke words that pierced my heart.

He began quoting the Bible. Telling me that my life had a purpose. That God had a plan for me.

I knew those scriptures—I had read them growing up. But that night, they felt different. They felt real. They felt alive.

For six hours, this man spoke to me, encouraged me, and told me, "Son, you will not die. You will live."

Eventually, he walked me home and dropped me off at my doorstep.

I turned around to thank him.

He was gone.

A Divine Encounter—Was It an Angel?

I ran back into the street, looking for him. He had just been there, holding my hand, talking to me. But now—nothing.

I was trembling. My entire body was shaking.

I thought, Was this a demon?

But then I realized something: If it was a demon, why did he save me? Why did he encourage me? Why did he speak scripture into my life?

In that moment, I knew.

It was God.

Right there, on my doorstep, I fell to my knees.

I cried out, Jesus, forgive me. I have run from You for too long. But tonight, I surrender. I give You my life.

That was the night everything changed.

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From Death to Life—A New Calling

I didn’t just survive that night—I was reborn.

I went from a rebellious, suicidal young man to someone who couldn’t get enough of God’s presence. I started reading the Bible—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

I gave my life completely to Jesus.

And the same boy who once mocked Christianity became a man who now carries the Gospel to the nations.

 

The Power of a Praying Mother

Mothers, let me speak to you today.

Some of you have children who have walked away from God. You cry over them. You pray for them. And sometimes, you wonder if your prayers are making a difference.

Let me tell you this: They are.

If my mother had given up on me, I don’t know where I would be today.

If she had stopped praying, I might not be here to tell you this story.

Don’t stop praying. Don’t stop believing. No matter how far your child has gone, God’s arm is still long enough to reach them.

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Hope for the World—Why I Started This Ministry

Because of what God did in my life, I knew I had to dedicate my life to bringing hope to others.

That’s why I founded Hope for the World International—to reach those who are broken, hopeless, and lost.

Today, we are transforming lives across South East Asia through:
✅ Caring for orphans
✅ Providing free medical camps
✅ Digging fresh water wells
✅ Planting churches
✅ Spreading the Gospel

✅ Caring for widows

✅ Caring for Abondened Elderly Individuals 

Every life we touch is a reminder that God is still in the business of rescuing, restoring, and redeeming.