Testimonies

The God, Our defender & Our protector

A holiday in Australia on a beautiful island might just be a paradise. For us it was indeed one until a fateful night, when my daughter fell from the couch and broke her hand. We had just returned our rental vehicle for two days and wanted to enjoy the remaining 5 days in this isolated wonderland. Stranded without transport, my husband ran to the only old neighbours’ next door that we recently met.

With worry and concern they rushed over and immediately called emergency services who told them to get Rebecca to the nearest health centre, the nearest being 40 kilometres away. Without hesitation they offered us the use of their car. Being on a pace maker & having taken an evening drink the husband couldn’t drive. But they accompanied us & showed us the way to the health centre all the while praying and offering us words of support. Continue reading

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Persevering to the end

“by your endurance you will gain your life.” (luke 21:19)

Dear brothers and sisters,

I am William Gatchuessi, full time missionary for CFC India. Through this testimony, I would like to share about endurance, which has been a part of my life until now. To begin with, I will speak about perseverance and why one needs to persevere, after which I would like to speak about how one can persevere and reap the fruit of perseverance. Continue reading

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I Hate Kids….

I screamed for the nth time after yet another child began howling, even before I attempted to clean his ear. Children thrashing about violently, with their parents struggling to hold them tight was a regular feature of my daily OPD.

For the past 4 years as an ENT doctor, children of all ages, mostly under 6 years of age had got on my nerves till I could no longer look at a child without wincing in deep anguish. Slowly but surely I realised that I had developed a generalised hatred towards kids. This resulted in a fear of holding, or even playing with kids, so much so that I was too scared to even hold my godchild on her baptism day. I started becoming increasingly impatient with kids in my OPD and would often shout at them, while occasionally slipping in a pinch or two. Continue reading