I entered the world on October 31, 1974. May I share my life and times with you? It is flooded with God's grace, loaded with God's mercy, stamped with God's ruhamah (hebrew for 'mercy'). Like Paul I say, "I am what I am by the grace of God!". Like David I say, "Who am I Lord, what is my family that you have brought me thus far?"
Stoned till he bled, talking about the Blood
My parents are missionaries. My father,Mr. A. Jeyaraj, is one of the founding leaders of Blessing Youth Mission. My mother, Mrs. Vimala Jeyaraj, is the granddaughter of one Mr. Vedaratnam who gave up hinduism to embrace Jesus when British missionaries preached the Gospel in the Sivakasi area. Mr. Vedaratnam was once stoned till he bled when he preached about the Blood of Jesus in the streets. I am proud of my great grandfather. I continue my great grandfather's tradition - preaching amidst odds.
A packer paid my tuition fees
I went to best School in Vellore Town - Ida Scudder School, thanks to my parents who put me there. Compassion International sponsored my school studies. One Australian, a Packer by profession, named Garewth Sawyer paid my tuition fees. I think of this unassuming man when I pack my magazines and CD messages after an order for the same. I am grateful to him.
