A Family’s Journey to Jesus

In a peaceful village nestled between lush green hills and flowing rivers, lived a devoted Brahmin family—a husband, his wife, and their only son, Ravi. They were deeply religious, worshipping at the temple every morning, offering incense, and reciting prayers with unwavering faith, believing that their gods watched over them and blessed their lives.

Ravi was a quiet and thoughtful child, different from the other boys his age. While his friends played together, he would often sit alone in a corner of the schoolyard, holding a tiny idol close to his chest, whispering prayers with deep devotion. He truly believed that his god would hear him and answer his requests.

A New Friendship

One morning, Ravi woke up feeling unusually weak. His face was pale, and his body felt heavy. Concerned, his mother gently placed her hand on his forehead, feeling the warmth of a rising fever. She gave him herbal medicine and sent him to school, hoping he would feel better soon.

That day, during recess, Ravi sat beneath a large banyan tree, clutching his idol tightly, his lips moving in silent prayer. A boy named Peter, who had been observing him for days, finally walked up to him with a warm, friendly smile.

“Hi, I’m Peter,” he said cheerfully.

Ravi looked up, slightly startled. “I’m Ravi,” he replied softly.

Peter noticed the small idol in...