My Testimony
By Shree Mangratie

My name is Shree Mangratie, and this is my story.

I was born into a middle-class Hindu family—a very stubborn and traditional household. At the age of twenty, I got married. Eight months later, I left for abroad to work and earn money. But I was on a student visa, so finding work was extremely hard.

While I was struggling overseas, my wife put immense pressure on me. Eventually, she left me, left my family, and left our house. She handed the divorce papers to my elderly father and mother. I was broken, alone in a foreign land, and deeply depressed.

But in that unknown part of the world, one local lady helped me tremendously. She was truly an angel to me at that time. She went to church every day. The church was very close to my rented house, so I began visiting with her family many times.

Then, in 2020, I got a call from home. My mother and brother told me, “Dad is no more.” That day, I felt the sky fall on me.

Soon after, the COVID-19 lockdown began everywhere. I couldn’t return home for one whole year. When I finally came back, my childhood home was in complete disarray—nothing was good. From that day, I fell into a dark life. I started drinking alcohol, smoking, taking unknown drugs, and struggling with sexual addiction. I lived a hellish life for several years.

Then one morning, I met my old college friend, Umesh, after maybe nine or ten years. He was shocked to see me—my long beard, rusty clothes, and hungover mood. He spoke to me softly and calmly. I answered with a hollow, echoing voice, “I’m fine.”

He said, “Bro, let’s spend some time together.” After several calls from him, I finally agreed to meet him one week later.

That day, he told me how precious my life is and how much value my life has in this world. He started teaching me the Bible, and I began studying it too. Then he told me, “I am a pastor now.” I felt truly happy for the first time in years.

After one month, my pastor told me to join a fellowship outside the city. I was excited. But that same day, I got a high fever. We had to leave at 3:00 AM the next morning. Despite the fever, I woke up on time, rode my bike continuously for thirteen hours, and we reached the village. We completed the fellowship—my first fellowship.

The next day, we planned to wake up again at 3:00 AM to return home. We started our bikes on a very cold morning. After about four and a half hours of riding, my bike crashed into an old man on a bicycle. He had turned suddenly without looking, and I had no time to brake. I hit him at a speed of 60–70 km/h. It was a major accident on a busy road.

A truck driver came up to me and said, “Brother, you are very lucky. You know, I never use my brakes on this road, but today I felt I needed to brake here.” That shocked me.

We took the old man to the hospital. He was admitted for one week. But in that terrible crash, nothing happened to me or my pastor friend—not even a scratch. I will always remember that truck driver. The Holy Spirit made him brake his truck. Otherwise, three people would have died on the spot. But it was not God’s plan. We were all saved that moment. From that day, I never looked back. I only look at Jesus’ path.

One week later, my mother became very sick, and I admitted her to the hospital. She was lying on the hospital bed with my brother and his wife standing there to care for her. At that same time, I felt strongly that I needed to be baptized. I told my pastor, “I want to take baptism.” That same day, I made the decision. The next day, I took my mother home from the hospital. She is now totally fine.

After one month, I got married near my hometown. My wife also comes from a Christian background. We liked each other and got married. But my mother told me, “Now that you have chosen Christ…” and she began treating me very rudely. She even harassed my wife.

After one year, God blessed us with a son. We were so happy. I built a house by taking a loan from the bank. But then my mother and brother told me I had to leave the house. They decided together.

I said to them, “I built this house. I cleared all the loans. Now you are saying this to me?”

But both my mother and brother shouted and fought with me over the house. My wife stood there holding our one-year-old son, tears streaming from her eyes. Because I chose Christ—because I am now a Christian—I became homeless.

That night, I read this verse from the Bible:

*1 Peter 2:20–21*
“But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God. To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.”

I am now thirty-five years old. My life has had so many ups and downs. But I only know one thing: Jesus will make everything okay one day. It doesn’t matter how far or how worst I have to go—I am ready.

Nowadays, I go out to share the Gospel with new people, even in my worst times. This is the only thing that gives me peace. My wife runs a small beauty parlor and supports our finances. She always encourages me. Even in a single room, we are happy, because my hope and my Savior is always with me.

"My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and do it."

pray for my family

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I built them a house—eleven hundred thousand in loans, in my name alone. My mother and brother slept easy.

Now she said, because our family worships Jesus, she won't stay with us. “Take your wife and your one-year-old child from her house.”

I stood silent. My son tugged my shirt, laughing. My wife wept. I couldn't—not a single tear. Because that baby was watching.

The gate locked behind us. All that debt, all that love, erased by a prayer.

Is this Nepali culture? To abandon the one who carried you? I don't know anymore. I only know my son needs me to stand. So I will. Somehow.

Im happy cause im still breathing and Jesus is truly enough when everyone else walks away