More than a Mother’s Love
March 4, 2016
INDIA – Gobi’s parents spoiled him. He grew up in a Hindu home with four sisters. As he was the only son, his parents gave him everything he wanted.
“They took special care of me, and tried to fulfill my every need and desire,” Gobi said. “As a result, I became arrogant.”
As Gobi grew into his teenage years, he started drinking, smoking and eventually became a trouble maker in his village. Not a day went by without someone complaining to his parents about his behavior. So when Gobi landed a good job in the government sector, everyone thought he would turn over a new leaf. However, this was far from what happened.
Now that Gobi was earning money, he became even more addicted to drinking and smoking.
“I used to beat people badly if anybody did anything against me,” he said. “Every day I drank one bottle of liquor and smoked one packet of cigars. Every evening I spent time in the cigar shop and listen to songs.”
One day when he was whiling his time away at the cigar shop, the shopkeeper came across a TWR program while looking for some music.
“The shopkeeper tuned the radio as usual and searched stations for entertainment,” Gobi said. “At this particular station, I heard a bold, loud and clear voice. It was the program Sampark. I asked the shopkeeper to stop tuning and listened to that voice. Within two minutes the program caught my whole attention.”
Questions filled his head as the speaker talked about Isaiah 49:15, and said, “God said, a mother could forget her child, but I will not forget you.”
“This statement made me restless, and I asked myself who is this God who loves me more than my mother?” Gobi wondered.
As if by divine arrangement, Gobi met his uncle, who is a pastor, that same evening. In his excitement, he asked his uncle if he could stay over at his place to have his questions answered.
That night, Gobi’s uncle explained how God sent his son into the world to die for the sins of man. He also explained that no matter how his mother doted on him, God’s love far exceeds his mother’s love. Something resonated in Gobi’s heart, and he accepted Jesus as his savior that night.
His uncle encouraged him to listen to the same TWR radio program he had heard at the cigar shop.
“Now I have decided to leave my job to serve the Lord,” he said. “When I tendered my resignation, the officers thought I had gone mad and suggested I think carefully about it. But I was set on serving the Lord. …And most of the people in my congregation are listeners of your radio program Sampark!”