JESUS is the WAY

Kannadasan scrolled through his phone in Srivilliputhur's temple courtyard, watching followers multiply like monsoon flowers. The posting app promised real income—finally, a way forward. His grandmother watched him work, her weathered hands folding jasmine garlands with practiced grace. One evening, he shared a simple truth: Jesus is the way. The responses surprised him—delinquent hearts seeking redemption, strangers finding solace in his words. But scrolling couldn't replace her wisdom. He set the phone down, helped her string flowers, and recognized something profound. Real wealth lived here, in these moments, in belonging to something ancient and true, where his village's soul met his own.