Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead

My Story

I was born into a Hindu Brahmin family and raised in that tradition. I do not write here as a scholar of comparative religion. I write as a man who was asleep and was woken up. Scripture describes what happened to me more precisely than I ever could: "You were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked" (Ephesians 2:1). That was my condition. A life of sin that looked like living, but was death wearing life's clothes. I did not argue my way out of it, and I did not adopt a new philosophy. I experienced Christ. And what followed was exactly what Paul says follows: "But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ" (Ephesians 2:4-5). Awakening is not a metaphor here. It is the plainest word I have for it. This blog is where I write about what I was awakened from, what I was awakened to, and what it means to walk in newness of life.