It hurt me deeply. I just said with my own mouth that he was no longer my brother.
But that wasn’t all. Before I was in debt for the third time, I lied to my eldest son. I persuaded him to take a $20,000 bank loan to help me. He was going through some problems in his life during that time. And I, as his father, made use of his vulnerability.
Still he borrowed from the bank. He even told me very clearly that it was impossible for him to repay the debt on his own; he wanted to save up to study abroad.
However, after I got the money, I gambled everything away. I did not return him a single cent; he repaid the full sum.
My son held a grudge against me from then on. He didn’t speak to me for an entire year. But then one day, he called me.
“Pa, I will be able to clear our debt with the bank in two months’ time,” he said. He pleaded that I stopped borrowing money, because he wanted to start saving up for his studies again.
It was this point that I knew I hurt this son of mine. I had dashed his hopes of studying abroad. Even up till now, he has not been able to do so.
I did not tear, but I was crying in my heart.
At that time, I knew only Jesus could help me.