“ And those who find Thee find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus what it is None but His loved ones know.”
the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me” (Rev. 3:20). Although I resented her speaking to me so much of Christ, I started seeing the Lord Jesus on the cross, and this cross haunted me night and day. Then one night I picked up the Bible which had been presented to me years ago and which I had hardly opened. The Bible opened to the 19th chapter of the Gospel according to John, and I began to read about the crucifixion of the Lord. Soon tears were rolling down my cheeks. For several nights I read this chapter over and over again. Then suddenly, at about two o’clock one morning, I heard a loud knock. I thought that the hospital ward- aid was calling me for a case, so I got up and put on my dressing gown. But, I found no one there at the door. I went back to bed, and the knock came again. Then I knew it was the Saviour knocking at the door of my heart. His eyes were full of love and compassion. I told Him I could not take Him into my life as I worshipped Krishna, and thus rejected Christ. On Easter Sunday, April 4, 1955, I atended the eve ning chapel service. Tears stung my eyes as the con gregation sang: “When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.”
At this very time, the Lord brought to Vellore His servant, Brother Bakht Singh, who started a campaign on April 14, 1955. The Lord clearly showed me that I must be baptized by His servant, and thus, along with several others, I was baptized on April 27. I had come up to another mountain-top, the mount of Calvary, and had found not a god of stone, but the living Christ. An abounding, abundant life started for me that day. Gradually a longing grew up in my heart to work in a small hospital out in the villages, in the out-of-the- way places where people had not heard of our Lord and the way of salvation. One day I shared these thoughts with Adrienne, who was a physiotherapist, and was surprised to hear that she, too, had been thinking along the same line. Together we prayed much about our future work, and then we heard of the need at the Ramabai Mukti Mission Hospital at Kedgaon. As we held this before the Lord, He gave us promise after promise, and sealed them by sending us there. When we arrived at Mukti, I knew the Lord’s hand was on this place, for I could see His goodness everywhere. When I was taken around the hospital, I knew the Lord had literally ful filled every promise which He had given us for our future work. I felt utterly unworthy to receive so much from His loving hands, and prayed that everyone who entered the gates of the hospital would know that our Lord Jesus Christ is the Saviour and Great Physician. After a few years of work at Mukti under His guid ance and blessing, I took several weeks off to return for a visit to the mountainous area of my childhood. As I gazed at the mighty Himalayas, with the sun spark ling and glistening on the eternal snows and reflecting the glory and majesty of the Great Creator who had caused me to know Him in Christ Jesus, my whole being seemed to burst into song: “ 0 Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, Consider all the works Thy hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed. Then sings my soul, my Saviour-God to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art.” Then memories of the past flooded my mind. I saw myself as a little girl climbing a mountain with a heart full of hope, and then coming down filled with desperate sadness and disillusionment. And then I saw the millions of people in India still worshipping gods made of stone, people with hearts of hope heading toward a great precipice which would ultimately hurl them to a lost eternity, and I wept for them. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, I heard the voice of my Lord, “ I have de livered you for a purpose. I want you; I want to be evertyhing to you — your joy, your song, your hope, your happiness, your very life. W ill you give all to Me?” I felt nail-pierced hands lovingly reaching out to me, and I bowed before my Lord in worship and adoration, hum bly placing my life on the altar of my Saviour’s love, saying, “ I am willing to go through anything, do any thing, Lord, so long as I can have more of Thee.” After being prostrate before Him for some time, I lifted my eyes higher than the mountains and walked deeper into the depths of life in Christ, with my heart singing: “Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.”
Dr. Gupta ministers to spiritually and physically needy. At the close of the service, Adrienne and I went for a moonlight walk. I could see the hills around Vellore silhouetted against the sky. As we walked, Adrienne kept quoting Scripture verses, and suddenly in front of my eyes there burst forth the vision of hundreds of crosses on top of the hills with the Lord Jesus on them. I felt as though my whole brain would burst, so violent was the storm and yet so clear the vision. That very night I knelt at the feet of the Lord Jesus Christ and received Him as my personal Saviour and God. My heart was flooded with a peace and joy and love such as I had never known in my whole life and which there are no words to express. Only those who have experienced it can un derstand.
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