Ravi Zacharias - Walking from East to West: God in the Shadows

Walking from East to West

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Copyright 2006 by Ravi Zacharias

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ISBN-13: 978-0-310-56604-5

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Part 3 title page photos by Tigert Communications, Nashville, TN, USA

Cover image by Planet Art

Cover design by Jeff Gifford

Interior design by Beth Shagene

To Beverly and Rick,

Bill and Kathalleyne

Because of their love and friendship,

this story continues in a worldwide reach.

Truth forever on the scaffold,

Wrong forever on the throne,

Yet that scaffold sways the future,

And, behind the dim unknown,

Standeth God within the shadow,

Keeping watch above his own.

James Russell Lowell,
from The Present Crisis (1844)

CONTENTS

My sincere thanks go first and foremost to my family for the memories, both good and bad, that in the end taught me the value of home and culture. In the telling of this story, the one most deserving of my appreciation is Scott Sawyer, who framed the entire narrative and told it in the simplest but most reflective terms. He worked hard to make this book a reality. We traveled together through the cities of my youth so that he could feel the heartbeat of my years growing up in India. I could tell when he wrote it that he well understood what I was trying to recall of those years.

A special word of thanks to Zondervans John Sloan, who patiently nursed this book along until it came to the place that it is now. As always, my agent and representative Robert Wolgemuth was my best cheerleader, encouraging and affirming me along the way. But the best of all that I can say is to Margie, my wife, who not only understood the challenge I had before me but helped edit in a way that kept my voice yet smoothened the rough spots. The final edits were done by Dirk Buursma, and I deeply appreciate his work to complete the task.

Some books are difficult to write; others border on the almost impossible. This one is in the latter category. Many friends and even strangers over the years have asked if I would pen such a story, and when Zondervan asked me to write a book of my memoirs, I concluded that the time had come. The difficulty lies on many fronts. First is that of accurate recall. How does one piece together all of the past? How does one be truly objective when ones own feelings are locked in to the situation? Then arises a very personal matter. How do you tell a story of such intimate issues and not at the same time make someone else look unduly bad or good? That was the toughest challenge of all. It is one thing for an individual to disclose his or her own heart, but to do so for someone else runs an unfortunate risk. If I have erred here, I sincerely hope it is not because of any personal ill will but only because I know the story did not end as it had begun.

As I struggled with these issues, the publisher agreed to have me tell the story to another writer, who would spend hours with me and others to cull the material and then write it in the way it unfolded. I took the narrative he penned and wrote the story line in my own words, along with his. Throughout this process, the publisher asked if I would keep it at a simple level of reach and not make it inaccessible in content and depth. The goal was simple: Tell us your story in the simplest terms with your heart on your sleeve. I suppose being accustomed to writing on philosophical themes, this was a reminder to me as a word to the wise.

So that has been the approach. Much more could have been said and said at a lofty level portraying all my philosophical struggles and so on. But we avoided that. Maybe some instances in the narrative need not have been shared, but were in order to show the backdrop of what was shaping me all along. What I do know is that as I retraced steps and memories, some of them were hard to relive, while others brought a renewed sense of happiness; some memories brought the depth of tears to the surface, and yet others brought to mind cherished moments long forgotten. I have concluded that it is an exercise that is well undertaken by everybody to journal and write down ones thoughts at shorter intervals. Memories are good reminders of what God has done and where we could have done better. I remember the time an older man asked me when I was young, Do you know what you are doing now? I thought it was some kind of trick question.

Tell me, I said.

You are building your memories, he replied, so make them good ones.

If each reader would glean just that from the book, then it will have been worth it.

But there is something greater here, and it is this: as life progresses, you wish there were some safeguards you had taken along the way, and even some different decisions you had made along the way. For one, I wish I had talked more to my parents about their past and about my ancestors. What did they know? What were the stories of their lives? What made each one the way they were? Now it is too late for that, for my parents have both passed away. I nevertheless come away with the absolute certainty that God has ordered my steps and that God was there, even in the darkest moments of my life. I know this as surely as I know I exist. He never abandoned me and has brought me by His grace and mercy this far. This is the most certain truth I possess, and it is truly liberating.

One other great enrichment was to think back on my youth in India, even as now the West has become home. India gave me much that I can never repay. It really is an intriguing culture weaknesses and ironies notwithstanding. Now living first in Canada and then in America, these countries have become home. I am so grateful to God for the privilege of living here. Beyond my residences, the heart has found its home in my faith and love for Jesus Christ. I sincerely hope and pray that as you read these pages, you will feel Him near to you and that you will be guided by His wisdom and kept by His grace.

Without Him, this story would not be worth telling or reading.