PATNA

I live in Patna, one of India’s oldest cities—rich in history, layered with faith, and full of life. Ancient temples and Buddhist relics tell stories of centuries spent seeking truth and enlightenment. Yet even with this deep spiritual heritage, I see countless hearts still longing for peace—the kind that only Jesus can give.

Patna is alive with movement—students rushing to schools, rickshaws weaving through traffic, vendors calling out in the markets. The city is a meeting point between the old and the new, between tradition and transformation. But beneath the noise lies struggle. Poverty, corruption, and caste still shape much of daily life, defining who rises and who is left behind. Still, I believe God is writing a new story here—one not bound by status or religion, but marked by His love, His truth, and His grace.

When I walk along the Ganges River or through the crowded bazaars, I see faces marked by weariness and hope all at once—children begging, laborers working tirelessly, families searching for a better tomorrow. My heart aches for them, yet I sense the quiet movement of the Holy Spirit—stirring compassion, awakening faith, and planting seeds of the Gospel in hearts once closed.

I am here as a follower of Jesus, to love, to pray, and to serve—to be His hands and feet in this place. I long to see Patna transformed—that the same streets where Buddha once walked would one day resound with worship to the Living God, that every home would know His peace, and that Bihar would become a beacon of His light to the nations.