Story of a Jain Christian

Twenty-nine year old Sungeeta Jain was born and raised in the United States of America. Born into a Jain family, Sungeeta did not know the Lord until 1990, when her entire family converted to Christianity. Prior to the family’s conversion, on June 14, 1986, Sungeeta and her family were in a devastating car accident that left Sungeeta confined to a wheelchair.


At the age of ten, Sungeeta had to relearn how to live her life, from putting on her socks, to moving about using a wheelchair. At the same time, she learned how to believe in herself and trust God.


Determined not to let her disability hinder her, Sungeeta graduated from a top engineering college in the US with a bachelor’s degree in Electrical Engineering. She also went on to get a juris doctorate degree in Law. Out of college she worked as an advisor to two high court judges. She is currently working as an associate in the premier law firm in the United States.


Among the many blessings of God in her life, Sungeeta won the title of Miss Teen of Washington in 1993, becoming the first person in the world in a wheelchair. She was also third runner up in the Miss Teen of America Pageant. Over the years Sungeeta, a Jain Christian has had the privilege of sharing her testimony and about how God has touched her with school children, political figures, churches, hospitals, youth groups and community groups both in India and the United States. God has powerfully moved at all gatherings, healing the sick, delivering the oppressed and filling His people with the baptism and power of the Holy Spirit…


Sungeeta Tells Her Incredible Story

We were a very religious family and became even more so after the car accident. After the accident, people sent me prayers from all over the world saying, “If you say this prayer this number of times every day, your daughter will be healed.” My mom was praying from day to night, but the only result for her was a constant headache!


My parents spent thousands of dollars paying Hindu priests who promised healing by specific dates. But, the dates came and went, and there was no miracle. There was only tension, sorrow and discord in my family.


Then we met a Christian man who began coming to our house and telling us about Jesus and praying with us. He told my parents he would pray for my healing, so they invited him to come. As he read to me from the Bible and began to tell me about Jesus, I don’t know when or how, but I started believing in Jesus.


The man then introduced us to a Pakistani Christian family which began inviting us to church every few days. My parents were not interested in going to church. However, they decided that the only way to stop the Pakistani family’s constant calls was to go to church and then to tell them we didn’t like it and were not coming back again. So, one night, my Mom, Dad and I went to church.


After the service, we were invited to go to the front of the church for prayer. The ladies gathered around me and started to pray with me, telling me to say “I need you Jesus. I love you Jesus.” But, as I was trying to pray, all of the sudden, I found I couldn’t speak.  Soon someone said I was being filled with the Holy Spirit.  Mom didn’t know who that was but figured “Holy” must have been okay. A little while later however, someone said this was not the Holy Spirit, but a bad spirit and that they would have to fast and pray about it, and cast it out.


Reluctant Mother

We started attending every church service after that. However, even though church members would repeatedly and constantly pray for me, they were unable to cast out the bad spirit. The fourth time we went to church, Mom was feeling frustrated and angry. So, that night Mom refused to go forward at the end of the service or pray as she was being told to. Up until that day Mom had never really prayed to Jesus. Even in church she had just said her own prayers. But that night she joined her hands together, knelt at her seat and said “Jesus I need you.” As soon as she did this she felt love she describes as melted butter going from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. It felt like all of God’s love was showering down upon her. She said it was the best feeling she had ever felt. She just didn’t want that feeling to stop and said she would have done anything for this feeling never to end. But, the feeling ended about 30 minutes later.  Mom asked others in the church what had happened and was told that she had received a ‘touch’ of the Holy Spirit. They told her that the Holy Spirit was a free gift from God that anyone who asks for will receive. They said that the sign that you have been ‘filled’ with the Holy Spirit is that God begins to pray through you in a language you don’t understand. Mom said to herself, “If this is a ‘touch’ of the Holy Spirit, I want to be filled with the Holy Spirit.”


Power of Mother’s Prayer

A week later on Monday, Mom sent us all off to school and work and said she was going to get filled with the Holy Sprit that day. She began to pray and soon she had said everything she could think of saying. She was sitting, waiting on God, with her mouth slightly open, when all of the sudden she began to speak in a language she didn’t understand. Immediately she was filled with such joy, that she danced around the house. When we came home from school Mom was laughing. We hadn’t seen her this happy since the accident. She told us that she had been baptized with the Holy Spirit.


That night Mom prayed for each of us and we could feel God’s love through her. Then she prayed for my dad, placing her hand on his heart. Dad had a very bad heart condition. Whenever Mom and Dad went for a walk he would have to stop every block because of chest pain. The very next day Dad walked from his office, 0.7 miles, all uphill, without stopping. Praise God! This was the first physical miracle we witnessed.


That night my eldest sister also received the Holy Spirit when Mom prayed for her. Then I said that I wanted the Holy Spirit too, but as soon as I started to pray, again, I couldn’t speak. So, like we had seen in church, we started to cast out the bad spirit. But nothing happened. We called the Christian man who had first told us about Jesus and prayed with him for 2 hours over the phone, but still nothing happened. Finally the man said, “I don’t think this is a bad spirit, I think this is the Holy Spirit. Say ‘thank you Jesus’ and see what happens.”


As soon as we thanked God for the Holy Spirit I started speaking in an unknown language. It turned out it had never had a bad spirit; it had been the Holy Spirit all along.  Now that we think back, we see how it was all in God’s perfect plan. The first time we all went to church and I was filled with the Holy Spirit, it meant nothing to my parents. They would never have come back to church. But because they thought it was a bad spirit, they kept going back to church to have it cast it and in the process God worked in their hearts and showed us all who He is.—A-Model-Christian/Page1.html


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  1. This was a beautiful testimony! I love hearing about them. It is amazing how God works in our lives, especially when we don’t realize that he is doing it…

    Christina Cooper
    If I Only Had One Wish

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