Chilled Yet Unbroken:Bearing Fruits in the winters

Chilled Yet Unbroken Introduction: A Life Lived in Winter “I was born in the winter raised in the cold but I bear fruits today.” Some of us were born into sunshine—laughter echoing through decorated halls the comfort of a full plate and the privilege of acceptance. But for others like me life began in the shadows. In the frost. In forgotten corners of society where even basic dignity was a luxury. I was born in a winter—both literal and symbolic. My first cries were heard in a poor home tucked in the folds of a struggling land where poverty wasn’t a season but a condition. My father labored with his hands; my mother too worked tirelessly to make ends meet. Despite their devotion many nights ended with an empty stomach and tearsoaked pillows. Shoes were a dream. Warm clothing a fantasy. I knew the ache of cold feet on frosty ground and the sound of my own stomach echoing in silence. But perhaps even colder than the poverty was the rejection. I was marked by the caste system—an untouchable. A label not earned but inherited. It followed me like a shadow. Through words glances and unspoken rules I was reminded that I didn’t belong. Even as a child I was made to feel less than human. That was the beginning of my winter. And for years the cold never seemed to end. But this book isn’t written to romanticize pain. It is written to magnify the grace of God who walked with me through every frozen valley. Pages Written in a Hospital Room Most of the pages you’ll read in this book weren’t written in a library an office or a peaceful study. They were written in the waiting rooms and corridors of a hospital. In 2025 my brother Asit Khati—my closest friend my fellow servant in the Lord’s vineyard and a healthy vibrant man—suffered a sudden and severe brain hemorrhage. I was serving in the Philippines when I got the call that shook my world. He had no history of illness no symptoms no warnings. And yet in an instant he fell silent. Unconscious. Motionless. I rushed back. And for more than 30 days I sat beside him—watching praying pleading. Many of the sentences in this book were written between nurse visits CT scan reports tears and whispered prayers. Each word carries the weight of waiting. Each paragraph is an offering from a brother who refused to stop believing even when everything seemed still.So when I say “bearing fruits in the winter of life” I don’t mean it poetically. I mean it literally. Setting the Tone: Life’s Coldest Seasons Winter is a powerful metaphor. It is a time when trees stand barren flowers disappear and the sun seems distant. But winter is not the end. It is often the season of unseen preparation. Beneath the icy ground roots are deepening. Within the silence God is still working. Life’s coldest seasons often come uninvited. For some it is sickness that steals breath and strength. For others it’s betrayal that stabs the soul. Sometimes it’s the slow ache of poverty the pain of rejection or the wound of unexpected death. These winters are not always visible to others—but they are brutally real to those who live them. This book is born out of such winters. It is not a fairy tale of easy answers. It is the raw account of real pain—and even more real faith. Over the last five years my life has been a storm of health crises financial collapses painful deaths and betrayals that cut deeper than knives. I have stood by hospital beds laid loved ones to rest watched trusted friends walk away and been falsely accused and left alone. But in every chapter of suffering one thing remained constant: the unwavering faithfulness of God. What This Book Is and Who It Is For? This is not a book of theology though it is deeply biblical. It is not a book of success strategies though it is filled with victorious hope. This is a book about enduring with God in the middle of your pain. This is for: • The sick in need of healing—or strength to endure. • The poor who feel invisible and unheard. • The grieving who question if joy will ever return. • The betrayed who doubt if trust can ever be rebuilt. • The broken who fear they’ll never be whole again. • The servant of God silently bleeding while preaching life to others. • The dreamer whose world has gone cold and dim. This book is not written from a place of comfort but from a place of fire-tested faith. I write from hospital beds funeral homes tear-stained nights—and also from resurrection mornings miraculous provisions and the unshakable peace that passes all understanding. The Anchor Verse “The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” – Romans 8:18 This verse has been my anchor.It is not a poetic exaggeration. It is a divine promise. Your present pain is not pointless—it is preparing something glorious. What you’re going through now cannot even compare to what God is shaping in you and for you. When I was on a ventilator for 16 days… When I buried my brother Ram… When my father died after his hand was amputated… When my friends betrayed me… When Asit lay in silence… His glory was still being written in me. Not because I was strong but because He was. You might not see the glory yet. You might still be stuck in your winter. But let me assure you—your season will shift. Fruit will come. And you will not just survive—you will shine. A Final Word Before We Begin If you’re curious about who I am—let me answer simply: I am nobody. A man from nowhere. Born to a family with no name raised in a society that had no room for me and educated more by experience than by institutions. I am not a scholar or a theologian. I am not a hero or a saint. I am simply a witness—to God’s faithfulness in every circumstance. My life story is not about how strong I am. It’s about how strong my God is. Without Him I am nothing. With Him even my winters are fruitful. You are chilled yes. But you are not broken. Let’s begin.