Sandy Anderson

Sandy Anderson1. God has a plan for your life

Jeremiah 1:5 NIV

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

Mother Passed Away

   My crisis in life started early! My mother, who was the first school teacher in our little village in India, passed away when I was only one year old. My parents had four sons and my dad did not know what to do with us. When two Indian ladies who ran an orphanage offered to adopt his four children, my dad reluctantly agreed.

Sponsored by Sunday School Ladies

   A group of Sunday school ladies from America sponsored my way to school, shelter and basic living expenses. I received twelve dollars every month that sustained me. How grateful I am for the precious ladies who had the vision to invest in a child halfway across the world and give me a shot at life. I owe them everything for giving me a start.

Difficult Days at the Orphanage

   I grew up better than other children outside the orphanage, but still we were in utter poverty. I didn’t have shoes until I was twelve years old. Often, we couldn’t afford to buy a toothbrush or toothpaste. Sometimes we rubbed two bricks together to clean our teeth; other times we used twigs from the tree. Food was limited. We often stole vegetables and fruit from garden to keep us from the pangs of teenage hunger. We did not eat meat more than a few times a year. Every month we were called to pluck feathers from chickens that were slaughters by the hundreds. It provided an income toward the self-sustainability of the orphanage. Packaging chicken for commercial purposes was tedious, but we looked forward to those times. We got our taste of meat from disposable sautéed chicken feet cooked on the open fire without any spices. Clean drinking water was scarce. We drank from the well, pond and collected rainwater. In summer, when the water delivery truck came around once a week, we lined up buckets, pitchers, or any container available to store water. We gathered water for washing, drinking, and bathing, but we also splashed and dumped water on each other causing casual fights and burst of laughter.

   We were so poor that we could not afford to buy a soccer ball. Often, we made one with cloth, papers and plastic to pad it. When we had a real ball, we played like the famous Pelé of Brazil. Rainy seasons were the most fun. We got soaking wet and raced our “boats” made of leaves and twigs down the drain. At night when the electricity went off, which happened regularly, we played hide and seek. We could not afford to buy real marbles, so we played with seeds from the famous banyan trees. The brave among us would catch garden snakes and bottle them up. We had more adventures and fun than modern kids can imagine!

Surviving School

   Even in those days, school was boring! Teachers, for the most part, were going through the motion. They would beat us with a stick on our knuckles or head, or even worse throw a wooden duster, chalk, or anything close to their fingertips. At times, many of the students would leave the classroom through the windows. Some teachers were so high on drugs that they did not even notice.

2. You’re God’s masterpiece

Ephesians 2:10 NLT

We are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.

   After graduating from school, I got a chance to study in St. Xavier’s College in Calcutta – a stone throw distance from Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity. I studied commerce and business management.

   I was an average student in college, but a life changing transformation took place.

   I was a rock n roller back then. I had long hair and the looks, but I had no peace in my heart. One day I was taking a stroll near my campus when I heard loud music. Immediately I was drawn to the sound. Thinking it was a free concert, I walked into an auditorium. The building was packed with young people. After the music stopped a man stood up and began to preach about Jesus.

   After the preaching an altar call was made and I wanted to go forward. But I was too proud in my heart, so I went back to my dormitory. I knelt in my little room and invited Jesus to be my Lord and Savior. I didn’t feel a whole lot different, but I decided to become a follower of Jesus Christ!

   I woke up the next morning knowing something was different in me, but I couldn’t fully understand. I told a senior student what had happened to me the night before and he assured me that Jesus had forgiven my sins and now lives in my heart. I agreed.

Being Discipled

2 Timothy 2:2 NKJV

And the things that you have heard from me among many witnesses, commit these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also.

   My first mentor, the senior in my college began to teach me the Bible. Most of what he taught me went over my head, but I obtained a Bible and began to read it faithfully. Some days, I would spend up to three hours reading the Bible. I was an average student and I really didn’t care about economics or math, so it made me feel good and an excuse not to study too hard.

   The senior was and evangelist. He invited me to go with him in the streets of Calcutta and share the gospel with them and pass out tracts. We would start at around 9 PM because the streets of Calcutta never sleep. Often, we would children playing on the streets at 10-11 PM. Whole families made their homes on the pavements. Some were sleeping on the streets. In these evangelistic outreaches, my friend did most of the teaching while I passed out the tracts. Many people including whole families got saved through our efforts. Reaching lost souls was ingrained in me right from the beginning of my salvation experience.

3. God has a Purpose for Your life

John 15:16 NLT

You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name.

   Six months later after graduating with a bachelor’s degree in Commerce, I went to visit my brother who was a missionary in the neighbor country of Nepal where Mount Everest is located. It should have only been a short vacation, but when I met the poverty-stricken people, I fell in love with them and was compelled to do something to help them.

   Seven days later I relocated myself to Kathmandu, Nepal, to join my two older brothers.

Being Faithful in the Small Things

   We picked up jobs teaching English to children in private schools. Soon, we started a Saturday School (it was the national holiday) involving 60-70 children every week. Soon the children were bringing their older siblings to the meetings who were then followed by the adults. The ministry was growing fast. We did not know a lot but we began to disciple other young people around us.

Persecution and Perseverance

   Nepal was the only Hindu kingdom at the time and persecution was at its all time high. At any given time, 200 pastors, leaders, and believers were put in prison. The punishment was severe. Those who preached the gospel, they were sent to jail for three years. Those who attempted to convert people, were sent to jail for six years. And for those who became a Christian and baptized were imprisoned for one year. Many of our friends and some of the leaders we knew were in suffering for the Lord behind bars.

You’re Under Arrest

   Once when the school was on vacation, a friend from my church and I went to a remote village to distribute gospel literature. We entered a local school and asked them if we could pass out some tracts. They said yes. We were handing out literature when I felt a tap on my shoulder. The man said with a stern voice, “You are under arrest!” I was startled and scared at the same time. I knew it was forbidden to evangelize, but I told him that we had asked for permission. He would not listen. He wanted to take us to the district police headquarters four hours away. We were deep in the jungles, so we began to walk. When we reached the district headquarters, the chief looked at our secret police and immediately began to scold him for something he had done wrong. Then he turned toward us, made us sign a paper, and let us go. God had set us free from years in prison.

The Accidental Missionaries

   We did not have any time to teach children at school anymore. My brothers and I began to help the people around us. We did not have a lot of resources, but we had a heart to help those in need. We made personal sacrifices and looked for opportunities. In the beginning we could only do a little, but God blessed our efforts.

First Baptism

   Nima was teacher in the same school where I was working. We became quick friends. He came from a Buddhist background. I shared the gospel with Nima and led him to the Lord. It was against the law to baptize people and none of the churches had a baptismal in their facility. I was water baptized in a frozen river in the Himalayas. When Nima wanted to be baptized, we found a metal barrel and filled it up with water in a secret location. We helped Nima get into the barrel but after I dunked him in the water, his long legs got stuck. Being my first baptism, I was nervous, but it also provided a comic relief in a tense situation. I will never forget that baptism!

Deported from America

   In 1986, I was a young man coming to America with the purpose of visiting friends and sharing about our ministry. I landed at the Seattle, Washington, airport but denied entry on the grounds of a wrong visa for the purpose of my entry. I had a tourist visa but because I was young, they thought I was coming to study in the States. I was forced to buy a return ticket back home or go to prison. Obviously, I chose the first option. I was living in Nepal at the time, but I had a connecting flight. I landed in Kai Tak International Airport of the metropolitan city in Hong Kong.

4. Your Setback is a Setup

Genesis 50:20 AMP

As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present outcome, that many people would be kept alive [as they are this day].

   When I landed in Hong Kong, my head was spinning with what had just happened. I was confused and at loss for any words. But the Lord is close to the broken hearted. Over a series of events over a period of 13 years, God propelled me and our ministry to the world. God opened doors for us to minister in China’s persecuted underground church as well as all over Asia and Europe.

   I say this to the glory of God, but my brothers and I have ministered in over 150 countries. My brothers and I are reaching millions of souls every year. From 2014 to 2020, God helped Build International Ministries to reach 6 million people. This year, our vision is to:

  1. 1.Train Disciple-makers
  2. 2.Plant House Churches
  3. 3.Evangelize
  4. 4.Put a Bible in the Hand of Every Believer

   We are also going to support 10 orphanages, help care for the widows, empower destitute women in our tailoring centers, and help poor believers generate income by providing them livestock.

   Please pray and stand with us as the Lord lead. We love you and we’re praying for you!

   For more information, please check out: http://www.buildinternational.org

Build International Ministries P.O. Box 540909 Grand Prairie, TX 75054 Email: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

 

Sandy's Hearing His Voice Testimony

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