“No,” protested her father and mother, “she’s our daughter and we’ll take her any way we can have her.”
The strife-filled atmosphere was no way to bring a newborn baby into the world, especially one whose physical condition was sure to require a lot of extra love.
News spread fast about Nanda and Raju’s baby girl, and the imminent plans of the villagers to put her to death. By the time the young couple’s pastor heard about the crisis it was almost too late. Immediately he sent word to the villagers that to shed innocent blood would bring a far greater curse on their community than they could ever imagine.
“Have the family members bring the baby to me,” our pastor friend told those who had brought him the news. “Together we’ll bring the baby before the Lord and trust that somehow He’ll make a way where there seems to be no way.” And so they did.
When our friend first saw the newborn babe, his heart was overwhelmed with compassion.
“What’s her name?” he asked, looking past the severe cleft pallet that marred her little face.
“We haven’t given her one yet,” the parents replied, still shaken by the threats of the villagers. “We like the name Karuna,” the mother finally spoke up; “it means grace.”
“Then Karuna it shall be,” the pastor said. “It’s a fitting name for such a special child.”
After fasting, praying and dedicating Karuna to the Lord, it was time to face the seemingly impossible. With no money to pay for the expensive surgery and a society riddled with poverty, her only hope was to find the very grace of God that her name (Karuna) stood for. So, out onto the waters of faith they stepped, not knowing where they went, but confident of who was with them.
It’s been about twelve years now since I first met Little Karuna and her family, and heard the beautiful testimony of how God intervened in her life. Through a series of divine appointments, the Lord made a way for her to get the needed surgery that would not only fix her physical problem, but also confront the fears and superstitions of a village trapped in darkness and without hope. Seeing little Karuna lift her hands during worship and smiling through her not perfect but oh so beautiful face, is a sight to behold.
More and more I find myself grateful for all the graces that have been extended to us as a nation. Like little Karuna, born in adversity and threatened by those who didn’t think we deserved to live; our country sure has a lot to be thankful for. If it wasn’t for God’s continued grace and divine interventions there’s no telling where we’d be today.
Deuteronomy chapter four
verses seven and nine seem to sum it up well.
“No other nation, no matter how great, has a God who is so near when they need him as the LORD our God is to us. He answers us whenever we call for help− therefore be on your guard! Make certain that you do not forget, as long as you live, what you have seen with your own eyes. Be sure to tell your children and your grandchildren. “