Jesus Loves You

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December 9, 2023

I FELT this urge to write about my Lord and His love, about what I have been learning from the Holy Spirit. It's been months, I guess, two. He told me to write about His love and I was confused as to how I would be able to do it because His love is unfathomed and unmeasurable. I wonder if anyone can tell you about the Lord's love the same way it is, because it's very deep and vast. I seriously do not think you would ever be able to learn everything about God's love through books because it's something to be felt, not to be read about. But being a writer, as He has chosen me for it, I so badly want you to know how amazing His love is. I want God to give me this ability that my words would touch your heart and you would know how awesome, sweet and amazing His love is.

The Lord, being great in His mercy, chose me.

Who knew that a Hindu girl, who was full of ego of what she had, and who used to hate Jesus would even believe Him? Oh, it's less! Who knew she'd even fall in love with Him?

I still remember the day I was with my friends in school, as we walked down our classroom and while I was with them, we were talking about Jesus because one of my friends was a Christian and she used to tell us about Him and salvation that we find in His name.

On the way, I was with two of my Hindu friends and I declared to them in full consciousness and confidence that I will never believe in Jesus because He is not real.

Yeah, I used to think that!

My problem wasn't that I was a Hindu and I strongly believed in Hindu gods. No. My problem was ego. Pride.

When I was a kid, I received too much affection and favor. In school, the teachers favored me. They called me cute and admired me for my quick-learning ability. I got good marks, I could sing well, I loved sports, I spoke less, and girls always wanted to be my friend.

I saw that, and though I spoke less, I was somewhere filled with pride that I had everything a student could ask for, and as I grew up, and I received more, my ego started surfacing and showed its ugly face.

I was also suddenly surrounded by Christians.

My friend was a Christian, my teacher was a Christian. She used to invite me to Youth Meetings held by her church, and I used to find excuses to escape those meetings.

I didn't like churches, to be honest.

But somehow I'd find myself in those meetings. I couldn't say no to my friend so I attended the meetings. But every time I was there, I hardened my heart and decided not to believe anything they would say about Jesus.

The reason I used to harden my heart was my ego. I used to think what I believed was right. The gods I followed were true in my eyes. By no means, I was ready to bow before Jesus, that's what I had in my mind. But not even before the gods I bowed with reverent fear. I was frank and my ego wouldn't let me bow before anyone.

You understood my situation, right?

I used to think Christians were the people that brainwash others into becoming a Christian. Oh, I now realize how funny it was!

But after I got saved, I started seeing that they don't brainwash people into Christianity. Rather, they want to save souls that are on the path of destruction. As the Word says in John 3:18, "He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God."

But God has made a provision for such condemned people by sending His begotten Son for us to die on the cross. As said in John 3:16, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

The people who come to you to share the Gospel are the ambassadors of God, not brainwashers, [2 Cor. 5:20]. This is the love of God that He doesn't want to save only a few people, but whoever comes to Him, He won't let that person perish.

Take me for example.

I was always against God yet He chose to change me. He called me by my name. Though my sins were many, He forgot them all the moment I came to Him. Who loves like that? It's only Jesus. Who forgets like that? Of course, it's only Jesus.

I need to ask one thing, dear. Now today when God talks to you through this book, do not harden your heart and let His Word work for you.

Understanding how much God loves you is freedom that I've experienced and I can't get enough of it. I love thinking about how much He has loved me. He loves me a lot. And so do I say to you, dear. He loves you. He loves you a lot.

When I was a pagan, I didn't know anything about Jesus. I didn't even know why he came into the world and died on the cross. I was busy in my world, and then, He came.

He always tried to approach me. Through my friend, first. She used to tell us about Jesus but I hardened my heart. I hardened my heart to the point I started hating Him for no reason and always spoke bad about Him.

He never did anything wrong to me yet I let my heart get filled with hatred for Him and I was always ready to argue with His servants—those who came to share the Gospel with me.

I couldn't hate my friend though.

I wouldn't say that on their faces but in my head I was like, "What's your problem that you keep on talking about this Jesus to me? I don't need Jesus!"

But after that, came a man of God in my life who was a Christian and he was a passionate one. He lived in my neighborhood and I didn't know about him. Having strict parents, I barely stepped out of my house, so I had no idea he lived in my neighborhood.

So, he too was a Christian and my friend told me about him because he taught children. He was a teacher.

I agreed and joined the classes because I was weak in math. I even cried in my math exam once because I spent two hours solving only ten questions worth one mark each. You may laugh!

It was the worst day. However, I completed my exam. I'd say at that time, I started using social media apps and my mind wandered off the target. I became an average student. So I needed classes to learn this math. It was a headache, trust me!

But there, too, I heard the name of Jesus!

I was literally pissed off. My teacher used to talk about Jesus, and he wouldn't stop. He used to tell the stories of Jesus to the children he taught. That's how he shared the Gospel while teaching. He used to share about the incidents in his life where Jesus saved him and as I was an observer, I used to listen to those things and burn within myself.

I was like, "Isn't this enough that Christianity is the most followed religion that he seeks to add more people to it?"

Sounded funny? Trust me, I remember those days and laugh!

But I never knew he'd target me, too, and I'd even believe in the good news shared by him.

I call it a miracle that he shared the Gospel with me and I even believed! That too in the first attempt! I was literally a stubborn girl, you could see that in the beginning, no?

I'd say making me believe in Jesus was impossible through humans. It only needed the Holy Spirit to open my eyes and make me see that Jesus is God.

When I got baptized in the Holy Spirit, God used to speak to my heart and He reminded me of the day I challenged God indirectly that no matter what happens, I'd never believe in Jesus.

God told me, "I heard that, Heena." Well God, I'm glad You did!