The Blanket of Grace: A Story of Redemption in Christ
The streets of Lucknow buzzed with life, even in the biting cold of winter. The city, famous for its rich cultural heritage, narrow lanes, and vibrant bazaars, was blanketed in a gray chill that seemed to seep into every corner. The air carried the faint aroma of spices from street vendors, mixing with the smoky scent of chai being brewed at roadside stalls. Yet, despite the lively backdrop, the struggles of daily life for the poor were starkly evident. Asha’s day started early. Each morning, she walked to the busy Aminabad market, a heavy basket of vegetables balanced on her head. The fog hung thick in the air, and her thin shawl did little to keep out the freezing wind. Her hands, roughened by years of labor, trembled as she arranged her goods for sale. Lucknow was known for its tehzeeb (etiquette) and hospitality, but for people like Asha, life was a relentless grind. The beautiful architecture of the Bara Imambara and the melodic strains of Urdu poetry felt distant—symbols of a wor...