Hi. I’m Tejas. I like Jesus. I like other stuff too. Like food and people and ice-cream and money. I make websites both professionally, and for fun. I’m a public speaker. I give talks and what not. I’d like to be a preacher one day. I was born with something cool called hemophilia. I enjoy reading, writing and speaking. I’ve been known to be preachy and unable to shut up, so let this be a warning to you — you might get insanely bored.
My faith always comes first. For me, it’s all about Jesus Christ. I’m a Christian through and through. I believe the whole shebang: we’re bad, God’s good, he came as the man Jesus Christ on a rescue mission to save his lost people, sinful scum like me. It’s pretty scandalous, but true. Many-a-listener have expressed interest in my passion about God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit, one guy even asking me how I met him. It’s a really cool story (at least to me), and I’d be honored to share it with you. I’d be even more honored if you actually read it.
How God Saved Me
It all started the moment I was born. Actually, with God it kind of started way before that. But for me, it started at birth. You see, I was born with hemophilia. It’s an incurable genetic disorder in which you bleed more than your average Joe. With hemophilia, when blood vessels rupture, clots do not form with an essential protein called fibrin, the protective shield that keeps them strong. As a result of which, scabs fail to form, the clots break easily, and I bleed. A lot. Internally, externally, every-kind-of-ernally. It was especially “awesome” when my teeth started to fall out. It looked like something out of a vampire movie. Blood everywhere. It was not pretty.
It’s pretty plain to see how God has had me all along. The medication I need to sustain life with my hemophilia, recombinant Factor VIII, is expensive. That’s an understatement. It’s unreal, unreasonable, and ridiculous. We’re talking at least $600 US per injection. Get this — doctors recommend at least 3 injections per week. If you do the math, I’d need to shell out about $1,800 US per week on medication alone. Ridiculous, right? How’s a guy supposed to live like that?
By God’s Grace
Jesus had other plans. At the age of 2, he moved my family to the United Arab Emirates for a little bit. At the age of 4, we moved to Qatar. Up until this point, I had not had any bleeding episodes that I couldn’t handle. When we came to Qatar, I almost died. We thought it was a little stomach ache. It was something much bigger. My amazing parents urged me to go to the hospital, but were gracious enough to allow me to say no. We all know how stubborn a 4 year old can be when it comes to hospitals. Later on, I started, on occasion, getting super dizzy and losing consciousness for no apparent reason. Upon inevitably arriving at the hospital, we found out what was wrong: I had been bleeding internally, into my abdomen, continually, for a period of 4 days.
After that much blood loss, I was just about dead. They laid flowers on me and everything! I can say this confidently: the only thing that could have saved me — would have been divine intervention. It was that bad. All I remember is waking up to a bright light and finding my mother at my bedside. My family says that I was right at the doorstep of death. I’m told that there was an abundance of chaos: doctors arguing, nurses wailing, whole bags of blood being transported… it was a ruckus. Additionally, my mom mentions a doctor telling her this: “Ma’am, I don’t know if you believe in a god or whom you pray to, but now would be a good time to pray. ” Needless to say, it easily could have easily been the end of Tejas Kumar.
Eventually, after a large amount of medication, I was fit as a fiddle again. But uh oh! It’s time to pay the medical bill! Remember when I said it would be at least 600 US Dollars for an injection? At this time, I had received multiple injections. Multiple. Post-freakout, we asked how much we owe.
…It was free. It was 100% free. Qatar apparently, is the only nation in the entire world that provides free Factor VIII to expatriates. I’d be willing to bet good money that many of you reading this wouldn’t even know what Qatar is. We didn’t either. Turns out Jesus is alive and at work looking out for his little brother named Tejas. Something he continues to do to this day!
Tejas the Bad Boy
You would think I’d come to grips with the limited number of hours, minutes and seconds we have left on this planet. You would think that I’d be aware of the brevity of our existence. You would think I’d try to be a “good person” and do all that I could to make a difference. The exact opposite was true. From the ages 4 to 17, I was the most rebellious, disrespectful, spoiled little <expletive> you could imagine. All of my family and friends who knew me back then would attest to that. Though in my moron-ness (I like inventing new words), I always sought healing. I always sought Jesus Christ because of the one cord that bound me to him, the one problem that nothing, not even myself, nor my doctors, nor modern medicine, but him alone could fix: my sickness, my curse.
You see, I grew up in a Christian home. I knew who Jesus Christ was. I knew all of that. I just didn’t care. I cared about why kids laughed at me at school. I cared about how many friends I had. I cared about how many hits my websites got. Jesus Christ seemed less important. I was perpetually in sin. Thought, word, deed, motive. Until I met some amazing individials, with whom by God’s grace, I still happen to be friends to this day. All it took was an invitation to church. All it took was me accepting it, and everything changed; ultimately culminating in the blog you’re reading today. God is just that good.