I've seen JC work many miracles in my life. That's how I came to believe I guess.
Miracles, like mistakes.. You need to have your own to know better. We're only human at the end of the day, we get 'doubting Thomas' like easily.
I've heard friends and parents warm me about something.. but unless I dive right in and find out for myself, I'm never full satisfied. Of course you get the ' I told you so ' at the end, but somehow it feels like it was worth the trouble cuz now you know for sure.
You're probably wondering.. What did she have to do for a Miracle?
I don't know. But I'll paint the background out so may be either you or I.. can figure it out?
Mr and Mrs Andrews were married in 1983.
Mr. Andrews was a sailor, A Radio - Officer in the Merchant Navy.
Mrs. Andrews a home-maker. Let me just say.. She's kickass at that. So much awesomeness.
Theirs was an arranged marriage.
Their first born, a son, Nitin Andrews. Born on May 30th 1985.
Their second born, I. Born on November 16th 1988.
Pop was from a little village in Kerala and Mum a Chennai city girl . Enough said.
He was the more religious one off the two of them. He was an altar boy in his younger days. His dad passed away when he was just a boy. After his passing, my paternal grandmother took care of nine children all by herself. The only help she sought was from the Lord.
So naturally, in our family.. Pop always insisted on sunday mass, daily family prayers etc. He believed in the ruthless principle, ' Fail to prayer and suffer ' or ' Disobey and suffer '. He is very 'Old- Testament-ish'. His faith was strong.
Mum on the other hand is the 'too cool for school' kinds. Naturally making her one of the coolest mum's you'll ever find. However, both her parents were academicians. They were teachers in two different prestigious schools. They were religious too. I've heard my grandmum narrate a few of her religious stories to me as a child. They were more ' New Testament-ish ' though. They'd pray and they'd say family prayers too.. but they also knew ours was a forgiving god. So slacking in prayer was seen as.. acceptable.
Mum's great faith in the Lord came later. The kind of faith she would later instill in me. But it cost her much. It came in the most shocking and unexpected way.
On May 3rd 1992, the doctors who worked on my brothers tonsils operation announced that they had killed him. The doctor had given him a ' wrong ' injection. He vomited blood and died.
Who dies in a tonsils operation? The doctors knew that too. So, they hid the news of his demise for three days saying he was in the ICU.
No. My parents did not sue them. Heartbreak by some silly boy is bad enough. The kind of pain that comes from the loss of a child I'm sure handicaps some part of you for life. They explained to me that they were ready to fight but nothing was more important to them than his life. Life, his Life that had gone and no court could bring back.
Mum's religious journey thus began.
She explored ways to bring him back. Nothing worked.
So, like the prodigal son, she returned to the Lord.
The only thing she asked for this time was STRENGTH.
He gave it to her in abundance.
Ask Pop, he'll tell you how strong she's become. Especially during them fights. :D
Miracles, like mistakes.. You need to have your own to know better. We're only human at the end of the day, we get 'doubting Thomas' like easily.
I've heard friends and parents warm me about something.. but unless I dive right in and find out for myself, I'm never full satisfied. Of course you get the ' I told you so ' at the end, but somehow it feels like it was worth the trouble cuz now you know for sure.
You're probably wondering.. What did she have to do for a Miracle?
I don't know. But I'll paint the background out so may be either you or I.. can figure it out?
Mr and Mrs Andrews were married in 1983.
Mr. Andrews was a sailor, A Radio - Officer in the Merchant Navy.
Mrs. Andrews a home-maker. Let me just say.. She's kickass at that. So much awesomeness.
Theirs was an arranged marriage.
Their first born, a son, Nitin Andrews. Born on May 30th 1985.
Their second born, I. Born on November 16th 1988.
Pop was from a little village in Kerala and Mum a Chennai city girl . Enough said.
He was the more religious one off the two of them. He was an altar boy in his younger days. His dad passed away when he was just a boy. After his passing, my paternal grandmother took care of nine children all by herself. The only help she sought was from the Lord.
So naturally, in our family.. Pop always insisted on sunday mass, daily family prayers etc. He believed in the ruthless principle, ' Fail to prayer and suffer ' or ' Disobey and suffer '. He is very 'Old- Testament-ish'. His faith was strong.
Mum on the other hand is the 'too cool for school' kinds. Naturally making her one of the coolest mum's you'll ever find. However, both her parents were academicians. They were teachers in two different prestigious schools. They were religious too. I've heard my grandmum narrate a few of her religious stories to me as a child. They were more ' New Testament-ish ' though. They'd pray and they'd say family prayers too.. but they also knew ours was a forgiving god. So slacking in prayer was seen as.. acceptable.
Mum's great faith in the Lord came later. The kind of faith she would later instill in me. But it cost her much. It came in the most shocking and unexpected way.
On May 3rd 1992, the doctors who worked on my brothers tonsils operation announced that they had killed him. The doctor had given him a ' wrong ' injection. He vomited blood and died.
Who dies in a tonsils operation? The doctors knew that too. So, they hid the news of his demise for three days saying he was in the ICU.
No. My parents did not sue them. Heartbreak by some silly boy is bad enough. The kind of pain that comes from the loss of a child I'm sure handicaps some part of you for life. They explained to me that they were ready to fight but nothing was more important to them than his life. Life, his Life that had gone and no court could bring back.
Mum's religious journey thus began.
She explored ways to bring him back. Nothing worked.
So, like the prodigal son, she returned to the Lord.
The only thing she asked for this time was STRENGTH.
He gave it to her in abundance.
Ask Pop, he'll tell you how strong she's become. Especially during them fights. :D
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