He come seeking He did a miracle!

At the age of 14, I fell gravely ill, suffering from heart inflammation and an impaired right leg that left me on the brink of death. Despite my parents seeking treatment from numerous doctors in Chennai, their efforts proved futile. Ultimately, doctors abandoned us, declaring that medication could not help me.

Only inches from death, I lay in a desperate, abandoned state, awaiting my death. But then, a person sought me, found me, and with a touch, miraculously healed me. I desire that you too should learn more about this Wonderful person.

Born in 1954, into an orthodox family in the serene village of Nalumavadi, Thoothukudi district, Tamil Nadu, I was raised with a deep, godly reverence from a young age. As a child, my granny would narrate stories from the Ramayana and Mahabharatha, instilling in me a lifelong yearning to connect and commune with God. 

I used to worship the deities in the morning and evening in the Puja room of our house. As my father left to Chennai due to business, our family settled in Padi, Chennai. Every morning before going to school, I would worship the deities and apply a Chandan Tilak (sandalwood) on my forehead. One of my teachers at school nicknamed me as ‘Chandan Tilak’, because of the mark on my forehead.

People would tell be about Lord Jesus Christ, but I would argue back, saying, “Jesus was simply a good human being, much like Mahatma Gandhi or Nehru. He did certain good things for people, but ultimately, his story ends with his death, just like any other person.”

When they tried to convince me about Jesus, I responded spitefully about Him. I mocked and ridiculed Him in the most disrespectful ways, which would be too inappropriate to mention here. My zealous piety led me to make fun of, and belittle Him as well.

At the age of fourteen, I was a class nine student, at Singaram Pillai school in Villivakkam, Chennai. Suddenly, I fell terribly ill, as my heart was affected, and my right leg became disabled. Despite my parents taking me to numerous doctors, they were unable to diagnose the exact nature of my sickness. They tried various medications and treatments, but my condition continued to deteriorate, with no signs of improvement.

In spite of consulting numerous doctors and spending a significant amount of money, there was no improvement in my health. I consumed thousands of tablets, often taking them hourly, yet my condition continued to deteriorate. 

Ravaged by acute illness, I had grown lean, my heart swollen and my right leg totally paralyzed. My heart’s inflammation was clearly visible, indicating how much my heart was affected. 

While I was terribly disheartened, a family member suggested consulting a doctor who had studied abroad. Acting on this advice, my parents took me to see the recommended physician. 

The doctor was at Ayanavaram, in Chennai, and cared for me with great affection and concern. Along with many doctors, he spent hours diagnosing me and finally told us, “Your son’s heart is seriously affected. Medicine cannot heal him.” Since medicine abandoned me, my parents starting seeking God. They invoked any god, recommended by anyone, with vows and offerings because they wanted me to be healed. 

Unfortunately, our pleas went unanswered by the gods. As my illness worsened, I found myself on the brink of death. I could not move my right leg, and required assistance to even sit or lie down. 

Despite my hunger or thirst, I was unable to drink even a sip of water, as it would taste terribly bitter. Whenever our relatives visited me, they would fret, “How will he walk? He’ll be bedridden till his death. He may not even survive.”

Although I was forsaken and hated, one person sought after me. ‘Jesus Christ’, came searching for me. Even though I had vehemently denied that He was God, He persistently pursued me. He came in search of me, although I rejected and ridiculed Him.  

A Christian family friend, who had learnt I was terribly sick and in the verge of death, visited me and expressed concern for my condition. My mother tearfully told him that everyone has abandoned me and solicited his prayers to Jesus for my healing. Moved by my mother’s tears, he agreed to pray and immediately knelt by my bedside. My mother and three of my brothers joined him in prayer.

He started praying tearfully for me, yet I did not believe in Jesus Christ as God, nor did I call out to Him. My eyes remained open as I gazed around, filled with deep hatred for Jesus Christ. 

As the brother was praying, the Lord’s presence suddenly filled the room. I sensed a divine power descending in the room, and felt someone drawing near my bedside. Though I could not see this through my physical eyes, I could feel the divine power entering my body. 

Suddenly, a hand touched me, and an electric shock like power entered my body. This divine power flowed through my paralyzed leg, reviving it. Overwhelming Godly fear welled up within me, and tears rolled down my cheeks unbidden. The moment the divine power entered my paralyzed right leg, it sprang back to life.

As the brother continued his prayer for me, I sat up on my own from the bed where I had been lying motionless. To my amazement, my leg started functioning again, and tears of joy ran down my cheeks as I realized that Jesus had healed me. In that moment, I knew with certainty in my heart that Jesus Christ was the One True God. 

When the brother concluded his prayer, I rose from my bed and began walking. Yes, I was crippled and bed ridden, but Jesus had miraculously enabled me to walk again. He healed me perfectly, and there was no difference between my right and left leg. 

Not only my leg, but Jesus Christ healed my inflamed heart too. Astounded by these twin miracles at the same moment, my parents decided not to seek further medical treatment. 

It is now more than 56 years since Jesus Christ miraculously healed me and restored my heart to function well. Do you know why? Lord Jesus Christ had performed an instantaneous heart transplantation without any surgical procedure or bloodshed. I am alive today solely because of Jesus – had He not sought me, only my grave would remain in this world today.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, I weep at His feet whenever I recall how He sought after me and did miracles for me. To this day, I am in awe of the unfathomable love He has shown me. Despite my spiteful words against Him, He did not seek vengeance, instead He came searching for me with unwavering love, and transformed my hopeless situation – my death bed. This love transcends all understanding – it is a wondrous, incomprehensible love!

The loving Saviour, Jesus Christ has come seeking you today. He is visiting you through this book, and will definitely work a miracle for you.

You are desperately in need of a miracle – a miracle that can heal your sickness, solve your problems, fulfill your needs, and alleviate your fears.

Jesus Christ has come in search of you, desiring to perform a miracle for you. Do not be troubled. Jesus Christ loves you. Even if you hate Him, He continues to love you. 

Trust in His love! Believe His power! 

Look unto Jesus in faith, and you too will receive miracles from Him.

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