2010 in review

5 01 2011

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 10,000 times in 2010. That’s about 24 full 747s.


In 2010, there were 29 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 90 posts. There were 2 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 341kb.

The busiest day of the year was August 17th with 120 views. The most popular post that day was Dr. Srinivasa Bhattacharya.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were en.wikipedia.org, mail.yahoo.com, feeds.feedburner.com, en.wordpress.com, and google.co.in.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for rakhi sawant christian, srinivasa bhattacharya, agni ministries, sister padma mudaliar, and bengali christians.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


Dr. Srinivasa Bhattacharya November 2008


Raman Kutty November 2008


Rakhi Sawant February 2010


Narayan Waman Tilak February 2010


Share Your Story October 2008

Indu Shanmugam

5 11 2010

This is a real story of God literally saving me from death. I almost died at the age of seventeen and I met Jesus through a near death experience. In my past I’ve been a hardcore atheist, a Hindu, an agnostic with Unitarian Universalism ideas, and even a Wiccan (a new-age cult that practices witchcraft) when Jesus found me.

Let me start with my background. My Tamil father came from a Hindu background and my Malayalee mother came from a nominal Catholic background. Both of them were essentially atheists and were against following any type of religion. Growing up I was told not to believe in a God and that religion was a waste of time. Our family lived in Dubai for the first eleven years of my life and then we moved to the United States.

I faced many struggles. I had problems with my parents. They had issues of their own and were always angry. I could never please them or meet their expectations. When I was eight, I was despoiled and sexually abused several times by a neighbor. I was too young to understand sexual abuse. Scared, confused and humiliated I internalized my deep emotional pain. When I was about fourteen, I started suffering from severe depression and became suicidal. I started cutting my wrists. I hated myself. I felt empty inside and knew my life was a mess.

I often wondered “Is there more to life than this? What is the point of studying hard, getting a high paying job, kids and achievements – in the end what matters?”

I had a desire to find the meaning of life and deeper purpose. Religion fascinated me. I wanted to follow something. I thought all religions are just different ways and I need to come to self-realization. I explored Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism and other ideas. My depression got worse; I started thinking about suicide, cutting my wrists and became bulimic. I continued to search for God and started getting curious about Christianity. Why on earth would anyone willingly die on a cross? I heard that “Jesus died for your sins and the sins of the world.” That made no sense to me. I got fed up and gave up on religion and turned into a sour, bitter atheist.

At seventeen years of age, I had had enough and I tried to hang myself. It’s a miracle that I am alive today in perfect health because the doctors estimated I was hanging for about eight to twelve minutes before a friend found me. I had no pulse. The doctors told my parents that I’m most likely to die and if I make it, I would very likely be paralyzed, in a vegetative state or mentally retarded or worse. I was in a coma for eleven days. During the time I was unconscious, I can boldly say I met Jesus. I know it sounds a little out of the ordinary, but this only means we don’t serve an ordinary God. I remember waking up and being shocked that there is life after death. I feared the worst. Will He send me to hell? I’ve always pictured Jesus as a cold, distant and strict God.

The surroundings amazed me. I saw angels of all shapes and forms. I heard music so beautiful, the sound of which cannot be reproduced on earth. I noticed that the sense of time had disappeared. I reflected upon my life, seeing it had been empty and with regrets. Why didn’t I ever listen to those Christians who witnessed to me? I’ve said obnoxious things about Jesus and laughed at Him. I have focused on philosophies and other empty religions. What’s the use now?

Two angels informed me that the Lord wanted to see me. I freaked out! I thought that Jesus would scold me and then punish me. I decided to tell Jesus that I was sorry for not believing and for not living the way I should have been and then take whatever punishment I deserve. I was taken to a vast field and surrounded by mountains. The angels departed. Far away, I see a huge bright golden thing—a sun which must be about six hundred times my size glows. The huge thing moves towards me and takes form. He calls me and I recognize the voice belonging to Jesus. I am overwhelmed by His presence and I feel faint. I fall down crying. Breathlessly I tell God, “I’m so sorry …”

He picks me up and doesn’t look angry at all. He looked concerned and caring. He started speaking to me and I thought to myself, “So, does this mean I am dead?”

The Lord knew my thoughts and replied, “ No, you are not dead and I’m not going to let you die.”

“Why? Lord.”

We spent a significant amount of time together. The Lord explained to me about life and death and purpose in a simple conversational way. During this time, I saw the greatness of God and that God is a person not a mystical force or someone that is far away beyond reach. Through Jesus I can have a personal relationship with God. He told me about purpose. Everyone he created on earth has a purpose including me. This is what Jesus told me:

Purpose can be found through Me. Life is like a book with a beginning and an end and divided with chapters. When you read a book, sometimes you’ll see a chapter that doesn’t make sense. You’d question why does it have to be there and question the writer. The next two chapters do not make sense either. As you continue reading, it starts to make sense. At the end of the book, everything comes together and makes sense. Do you see this? My dear, I am the writer of lives and I haven’t even started on your book yet. There is a lot yet to come. You are still young, only seventeen years of age. There is a lot you haven’t experienced. Your struggles discourage you, through Me there’s life. This is not the way to die. The right way to die is finding your purpose through me and living accordingly and then when it’s the end of your life, you’ll die with a peace, knowing that you did it and with assurance.

We had a long talk. I saw hope and a reason to live life to the fullest with a deep sense of purpose. He explained things to me in a simple, comprehensible way and showed me how to live. When God spoke to me, He was approachable and spoke at my level. His words and philosophy were not too complicated and distant that I was confused and find hard to relate to. He knew me all along. I almost forgot to mention, I nearly died five times and He brought that up during our meeting. It was He who stopped me from dying. Throughout my life He sent people to witness to me. He’s been trying to catch my attention for a long time. Then, it was time for me to get back. I remember not wanting to back into my body. I had too much of a good time with God and wanted to stay. The two angels had to convince me to go back. I was sent back and went through a tunnel and when I reached the end of the tunnel I was awake in the hospital.

It took me three months to recover fully. The miraculous thing was that the doctors found nothing wrong with me such as brain damage. A nurse told me, “You have no idea how lucky you are. Rarely, people in your situation would make it.” I remembered the near-death experience clearly and shaken at first. Of all the people in the world, why would Jesus want to talk to me? This was too real to be a dream. When I spent time with Jesus, I remember it like remembering something I did yesterday. I started questioning and thinking about what He told me. The mercy of God really got me. I didn’t deserve to be saved. Why did He give me the second chance and what does He want me to do? If all paths lead to the same road, why didn’t Ganapathy, Krishna, Hanuman or any of the Hindu gods or any of the Wiccan gods help me? None of the other gods (or manifestations of god) came to my rescue or gave me a revelation about my life at a critical time.

I decide to follow Jesus. Confined in the hospital, I closed my eyes and prayed, “Jesus, God. I don’t how to pray but this is what I want to say. I am tired of living my life the way I used to and don’t want to anymore. I want to live the way You showed me; a life with a higher meaning and purpose. I don’t know where to start but I know You’ll show me the way. I believe in You alone. Help me. I want to be a Christian.” I felt fulfilled and peaceful. That prayer sounds simple and innocent but it was genuine and came from my heart. I never felt this way before. In the past, when I have prayed to other gods, I have felt nothing.

After this experience, I started growing in Christ and changing as a person. From an angry, bitter, confused teenager I became a confident and better person. I have an inner peace and happiness that I have never imagined. I experienced inner healing from childhood trauma. I remember my childhood abuse but free from the hurts, so that I can help other girls who’ve gone through the same hurts. I am healed from wrist-cutting and bulimia because I learned that God loves and accepts me and I am beautiful girl in His eyes. I accept myself for who God created me to be. I realize this experience is a little strange and some people will raise their eyebrows while reading this. I did nothing to deserve second chances – its God’s mercy. God continues to speak to me just like how He does to all believers. He continues to guide me to a better life. We can argue several things such as I didn’t have a near-death experience but there was no oxygen in my brain.

To those who may say to me “you didn’t meet Jesus, it was just a dream.”

I can say, if that was the case- how did I find a reason to live, healing from past hurt, childhood sexual abuse, bulimia, depression? Wouldn’t I live the same way? These struggles don’t just go away by coincidence. I am no longer suicidal and completely set free. My friends and family notice significant changes in my life. That’s the power of God. Well, I hope my story encouraged you and from my experience I can say that Jesus is real.


Indu Shanmugam is a 20-something, college student from Oregon, USA. She is majoring in English literature and language. She also studied Theology for a short period. She wants to be a teacher. As a literature enthusiast, she enjoys literature of all types and from writers of various backgrounds from the classics, French realists, Christian writings like C.S Lewis and South Asian literature. As for her own writings, "I am still trying to find and develop my own voice." She sees the art of the written word as a way to speak about Christ and explore truth. Before she met Jesus Christ, she has been searching for the meaning of life through experimentation of other religions, philosophies and ideas. At the age of 17, she accepted Christ after a powerful encounter with God through a miracle. God’s presence and deep truths in the Bible fuel her creativity. She is involved in church activities and has a love for the church and would like to see every believer grow, become closer to God and live fruitfully. She loves traveling, sipping bubble teas, theatre, music, films and hanging out with friends and has a weakness for cheesecake.

Source: http://www.southasianconnection.com/articles/98/1/Encounter-with-Jesus-that-Changed-My-Life/
Accessed on 05th November 2010

Frederick Antony Ravi Kumar Zacharias

4 11 2010

Ravi Zacharias (full name Frederick Antony Ravi Kumar Zacharias, born 1946) is an Indian-born, Canadian-American evangelical Christian philosopher, apologist and evangelist. Zacharias is a descendant of two rich religious traditions, first Hindu priests (of the Nambudiri Brahmin caste), and later as Christian ministers. In one of his lectures, Zacharias asserts that a Swiss-German priest spoke to one of his ancestors about Christianity, and thereafter that branch of the family was converted and the family name was changed from Nambudiri to Zacharias. The biography Zacharias offers about himself is that he grew up in a nominally Anglican household, and was an atheist until the age of 17, when he unsuccessfully tried to commit suicide by swallowing poison. According to one of his books (Cries of the Heart), someone instructed his mother to read out the Gospel of John to him as he lay on a hospital bed in Delhi. Following that, he made the decision to become a Christian. He began preaching while still in his teens, and in 1974, shortly before the Khmer Rouge took over Cambodia, he was sent there to minister to the people in the country. He was also sent to Vietnam during the Vietnam War to minister to U.S. soldiers.

Zacharias was born near Madras, India and grew up in Delhi. In 1966, he and his family emigrated to Toronto; he is currently based outside Atlanta, Georgia. He holds dual U.S. and Canadian citizenship.

He briefly attended the University of Delhi as a pre-med student before transferring to the Institute of Hotel Management in Delhi. After moving to Canada, he worked in the hotel management business before enrolling in the Ontario Bible College in Toronto. Following that, he completed his Master of Divinity degree at the Trinity Evangelical Divinity School near Chicago. He was a visiting scholar at Cambridge University when he wrote his first book, A Shattered Visage: the Real Face of Atheism. Zacharias received honorary Doctor of Divinity degrees from Houghton College, NY, and from Tyndale University College and Seminary (the renamed Ontario Bible College). He also received an honorary Doctor of Laws degree from Asbury College in Kentucky. He is presently a Visiting Professor at Wycliffe Hall, Oxford University in Oxford, England (see also: The Oxford Centre for Christian Apologetics.

Source: http://www.last.fm/music/Ravi%20Zacharias

Accessed on 04 November 2010

Granthi (Sikh priest)

4 11 2010

This is the personal true story of the Sikh priest or granthi who became a Christian.

I was born into an orthodox Sikh Jat priest family. Because of our religious orthodox background, I was educated in a Sikh mission school. My family members decided that I should become a Sikh priest. Therefore, I had to study the holy book of "Shri Guru Granth Sahib" along with my secular studies.

As I studied the holy book of my religion, the passion for God began to increase within me. I wanted to find God very eagerly. As I read the holy book of the Sikhs, I felt that I was about to reach God but my efforts proved to be of no use. My passion was continually increasing. I started searching for God in other sources. I was afraid and frustrated. Because of this frustration, I started stealing money and taking drugs. The more I wanted to save myself the more I began to get involved in an immoral life. All the efforts to find God became useless.

Because I failed to find God, my frustration was so great that I felt my future was completely heading to doom. I said, "there is no God." I became an atheist but it didn’t give me peace of mind. Two times I attempted to commit suicide. Now I had no meaning or purpose in life. I had nothing to do with God. I was taking more drugs and I wanted to die.

One night I was preparing to go to see a pornographic film. The film was to start at midnight. I was looking for some book to pass my time. Suddenly I saw a book called "Prem Ka Sandesh" (The Message of Love) lying on the windowsill. I thought it might be some porno book and wondered how it came there. I was exited and thought, "Oh! It’s wonderful, great fun for me". Then I opened the book. It read, "For God so loved the world…." I just read four words and cried out, "it’s nonsense." "There is no God". I threw the book. I thought, "may be my sister might have brought it…"(she was a teacher in a Christian school). I rebuked my sister. "I have no concern for God. Take it away".

As usual, the next day I was prepared to watch a porno film again. I picked up a news paper-covered book. It read, "I want to give you eternal life." I heard a silent voice within me saying, "I want to give you eternal life.’’ I placed the book back and started to think about the voice. I could not watch the movie. The same voice was echoing in my mind. Next day I returned from college early and searched for the same book and started reading it.

I went to a Christian priest and said, "I want to meet with God, can you help because I have already failed." The priest replied saying, "come to the Sunday worship and surely you will find God." I attended the church regularly for one year but to my surprise nothing happened. I went to him again and threatened him with my knife for not helping me to find God. He gave me a prayer script and told me to kneel down and pray before going to sleep.

I read the prayer twice but nothing happened as I had expected. I was angry but decided to read it from the bottom of my heart. Suddenly I found myself weeping and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I began to remember every scene of my life. All the sins that I had committed in my past life came before me one by one. I almost became senseless on my knees. That night I felt the presence of some super natural being.

Early in the morning my younger brother knocked on my door again and again. After a long time I suddenly came to my senses, I got up and heard somebody calling me from outside. I felt a strange experience within me. Everything seemed to be new. All my burdens had rolled away. Now I had a will to live. My heart was filled with unspeakable joy. It was an absolutely mystical experience; an inexplicable incident. As soon as I opened the door my younger brother cried, "Oh, your face is shining like the sun, I am unable to see you." I went to look at my face in the mirror but there was nothing as such. I was frightened.

I went to the Christian Priest and asked about the strange thing that had happened to me. The Priest replied, "You have received God. Jesus Christ has come into your life." After a few months I took water baptism. My family members started torturing me. Many times they tried to attack me and kill me. Even the Priest was tortured and a case was filed against him. My family members hated other Christians and tortured them too. But as I looked upon the cross this suffering seemed insignificant. There are many such incidents of torture which have taken place in my life. I would like to mention one such incident below.

Once my uncle took out a gun and told me to write my identity as a Sikh but I wrote my testimony of a changed life and gave it to him. He gave me a few seconds to denounce my faith and started counting. I told him, "If you want you can kill me." If I will die right now I will be with Christ or if I am alive Christ is with me, there is no difference." He pressed the trigger but I was saved because at that moment his son lifted the gun and he missed the target. He took out his pistol and wanted to kill me but his son interfered again and I was saved. I could not get up from my bed for three days. Meanwhile, my Pastor and other believers came to know that I was shot down, and everybody thought that I was dead. So, they gathered together and conducted my funeral service, which I came to know later.

In those days militancy was at its climax. Many times during the cold season, I was kept out of the house for the whole night without proper clothes. In August 1996, it was the fifth attempt by my family members to kill me. Thank God that my mother helped me to get away from the house. I was residing in my friend’s place where my body was totally bruised.

As days passed by I started ministering the Lord in the neighboring cities. I adopted the lifestyle of a wondering monk, wearing saffron robe for years until I went to Southern Asia Bible College, Bangalore, for my theological degree. Moreover, my wondering life gave me opportunities to move from one city to another with total dependence on the Lord for my daily needs. Nevertheless, it is here, I realized that God has called me to be an itinerant Evangelist and has given me the burden to strengthen the persecuted Saints of the North Indian Churches.

However, just before my marriage i.e. in December 2002, I left the life of a wondering monk and got married with a girl (Shaheen) who comes from a Muslim background. Even though she is not the first generation convert she personally met with Christ, when Christ appeared to her in an operation theater where she was admitted for a surgery. As years went by God blessed us with a son who is five years old now (Shatiel Sunder Jeet Singh).

Presently, I serve the Lord as an itinerant Evangelist and Shaheen, as a cyber Evangelist to win the North Indian brethren for the Lord. My family is residing in Amritsar, Punjab – the capital of the Sikh world. We serve the Lord with the burden of “Preaching the Scripture, Teaching to the Word and Training for the persecuted Saints of North India”, thereby we long to, ‘equip the saints so that the Church in North India would be mobilized to fulfill the Great Commission’.

However, the days of sufferings are not yet over for me and my family. My family and my Sikh community are dead-against of me and they are still on the hunt for me. Even to this day I keep getting threatening phone calls from them. Some times I go in hiding. I know that staying in one place for few years could get me into trouble, yet I know that God has a purpose in my life and nothing will harm me without His knowledge. Therefore, he has led me marvelously to this day.

I would request you to pray for my unsaved family so that they may also know the Savior. Above all, He would strengthen us as a family to fulfill His will through our lives.

This living testimony of the the Sikh priest or granthi is true and he wishes to remain anonymous.

Source: http://www.southasianconnection.com/articles/159/1/Sikh-Priest-Serve-As-Saint-And-Soldier-For-Jesus-Christ/Page1.html
Accessed on 4th November 2010.

Gaurav Shroff

3 11 2010

Towering at 6 ft 3 in (191 cm), Gaurav literally looks down on people. This young Gujarati convert was captivated by Christian music of the Renaissance era, and choral music awakened in him a quest for beauty.

Gaurav Shroff was born on 30 December 1972 at Holy Family Hospital, New Delhi (“I joke with my parents that ‘Holy Family’ should have been a clue to my future!”). His early childhood was spent in Bethesda, MD (a suburb of Washington DC), when his father was working for the World Bank. The family returned to India when he was around 6 years old, and he attended St Xavier’s Loyola Hall, a school in Ahmedabad where he joined the school choir. His only knowledge of Christians was that they did not speak Gujarati or Hindi fluently and that they buried the dead, something that intrigued him.

Describing his own religious upbringing, Gaurav said, “My father worked at the World Bank and later was the editor of the Economic Times. My mother was the first woman district collector of Gujarat. While there was an emphasis was on traditional Indian values, they espoused secular humanist ideals and values. However, it was from my grandmother that I learned the ancient stories of the Hindu religion—the epics of the Mahabharata, the Ramayana and the Bhagavad Gita.”

“It was aesthetics,” Gaurav said. “The beauty of sacred music held me spellbound at my first ever experience of the Eucharist at St Xavier’s College, Mumbai on 15 August, Indian Independence Day and the Feast of the Assumption. The sublime music of the Mass undoubtedly assured me of God’s presence; the Gregorian chants elevated my spirits, creating in me a sense of awe for the Sacred. I was instinctively drawn by the aesthetic beauty of the Eucharist and this experience filled my heart with immense joy.”

This young man, an idealistic, Westernized 18-year-old upper caste Hindu, who was trained in Hindustani classical music, began studying Church history, in an attempt to understand “what could have inspired the genius of great musicians to compose some of the greatest classical works in honour of the Divine and place their art at the service of the liturgy.”

Gaurav spent hours poring over books at St Xavier’s Library, teaching himself Latin from the pre-Vatican II Missals to learn and understand the Latin Gregorian chants: the Credo, the Gloria, the other parts of the Mass.

So fascinated was he by the sacred music of the Eucharist, that he attended Midnight Mass the same year at Holy Name Cathedral, accompanied by his father. As he became increasingly interested in the solemn liturgies, his friends invited him to the Easter Triduum the following year, with the simple directive not to receive Holy Communion.

Therefore, in 1991, Gaurav went for the Mass of the Lord’s Supper at Holy Name Cathedral. “Nothing had prepared me for the ‘Washing of the Feet’. I watched with amazement as Archbishop Simon Pimenta disrobed and knelt down, washing the feet of 12 men. I had never witnessed such humility in a spiritual leader.” He began reflecting on the nature of these priests, this servant leadership, which was an alien concept.

At the Good Friday service, since his friends had only barred him from communion, he went for the Veneration of the Cross. “As I knelt down and kissed the Cross, I vividly remember the clear voice in my heart saying to me: ‘I died for you,’ and I began to weep unashamedly, and though I did not understand what it meant, I was certain, that the Crucified Christ loved me. Then it wasn’t about music anymore, I wanted to learn more about this Jesus. Either Jesus was completely crazy or he was God.”

He began reading everything about the Catholic faith, the Bible and regularly went for Sunday Mass. In 1993, Gaurav went to a Jesuit retreat praying alone at night before the Blessed Sacrament. “I strongly felt the presence of the Divine, the deep love of God for me, and in the darkness, I was illuminated: My life belonged to Jesus, to know him, to love him and to serve him. This was my mission and vocation. I felt called to be a priest.”

“I also had a very serious talk with my family about my decision to become Catholic and be baptised. ‘As long as you do not sever family ties and do not go aggressively proselytizing, you have our Blessings!’ was my father’s response.”

On August 15 1994, the Feast of the Assumption, Gaurav was baptised at St Peter’s Church, Bandra, surrounded by 20 friends, Hindus, Catholics, and Muslims.

Two weeks after his baptism, Gaurav arrived in the United States into an intellectual climate that bred suspicion of the Catholic Church. “God was always faithful, and under the protection of His Blessed Mother, I persevered in the Faith.”

“The next four years of my life were the time that God allowed me to see my reality; but even in crises, the calling to the priesthood hauntingly persisted. So, in order to attempt to discern God’s plan in my life, in 1998, I started a second Masters in Religious Studies, also at the University of South Carolina, and received an MA in Religious Studies, with a concentration in New Testament, in 2001.”

That same year, he started work full time at the St. Thomas More Catholic Student Center at the University of South Carolina as the Associate Campus Minister, where he was responsible for the faith formation of the small University parish. His zeal for evangelisation led him in 2006 to the novitiate of the Paulist Fathers (an American religious order), which took him to Washington, DC.

“In 2006, my father was diagnosed with late stage lung cancer. I always had a close relationship with him, and this was devastating. This was just before I entered the novitiate, and I got to spend a few months with him before I left for Washington. God’s generosity knows no bounds and I was able to be in India for the last two weeks of his life.”

In 2007, he discerned that God was calling him to the diocesan priesthood and so he moved back to the South, and applied to the Archdiocese of Atlanta. After some pastoral work in the diocese, he was sent to Mount St. Mary’s Seminary in Emmitsburg, Maryland, in 2008.

Currently, he is finishing the first of four years of Theological Studies at the seminary, and “God willing, I will be ordained to the diaconate in 2012 and the priesthood in 2013, for the Archdiocese of Atlanta.”

“The intervention of God at the foot of the cross in 1991 changed the course of my life forever. Evangelisation and the vocation of the laity will be the central passion of my ministry as a diocesan priest. I see my future role as someone who leads, sanctifies, teaches the laity, not as passive recipients”, I shall be “someone who calls out their gifts, talents, charisms, so that the Christ’s lay faithful can be equipped to bring the Gospel to the world, and share in the Church’s mission.”

“I hope, through my calling, to proclaim the Love of Christ Crucified to the people and to bring our people to connect with Jesus Christ, to get to know Him in a deep, intimate relationship,” for “he is the source of all love and happiness.”

Source: http://www.asianews.it/news-en/Gregorian-music-led-me-to-Christ,-says-Gaurav-18127.html

Accessed on 03rd November 2010

Rajesh & Renuka Agarwal

18 10 2010

Rajesh hails from Bhopal in Madhya Pradesh from a high caste family. During his college days, he decided to follow Jesus Christ and was discipled among the evangelical students community. Rajesh is a Veterinarian and a Senior Scientist by profession and works in a government research institute in Bareilly, Uttar Pradesh from 1984 and has lived there since with a vision for the city.

Rajesh was active in the local churches and also led city-wide initiatives to spread the Good News. As a follow up he along with his friends founded a ministry initiative to serve the needs of the backward classes and Dalit people groups in and around the villages near Bareilly in 1992. The ministry has steadily grown over the years. It excelled in adopting various welfare measures for their workers and established a philosophy that the workers are as important as reaching the unreached. Annual medical camps along with the local Christian Hospital mobilizing volunteer doctors from within India and outside were initiated successfully.

In 1985, Rajesh married Renuka, who grew up in Punjab. Renuka founded the Grace Public School in their living room to serve the needs of the lower strata of the society in Bareilly in 1996. They had a few children of Christian workers (Mks) to stay in their home and study in this English medium school. In the last ten years, the school has grown to more than 80 underprivileged students and they have bought land and are raising funds for building construction. They have three adult children, Aradhana, Anandita and Akshay all pursuing university education.

Source: http://www.isvindia.org/html/parnterprofiles4.php, accessed on 14th October 2010.


18 10 2010

Satya grew up as an agnostic greatly influenced by the ideals of socialism although he was born in a Hindu home. After having searched for the truth for a few years, he was introduced to the person of Christ at the age of 20. The desire to ‘make Him known to all peoples’ led him to join World Vision. In the past 10 years of his involvement in the development sector, he has been working towards wholistic development of the people along with Emmanuel Hospital Association (EHA) and One World. He has now ventured to start a micro enterprise company to serve the marginalised people in North India. Esther, Satya’s wife comes from a Christian family. She came to know the Lord in 1996 after her post graduate studies. Her zeal to make her God known gave her a lot of opportunities to share her faith in varied situations. After a short stint with The Evangelical Alliance Mission (TEAM) church in Nasik, she joined Emmanuel Hospital Association involved in coordinating their various programs. She now serves as a Group Coordinator for Interserve India providing pastoral care for those who live in and around Delhi.

Apart from the professional careers, they are actively involved in their church and also in the Union of Evangelical Students of India (UESI) ministry, working among young graduates and university students. They have a 5 year old daughter, Prashansa and make their home in New Delhi.

Source: http://www.isvindia.org/html/parnterprofiles3.php, accessed on 14th October 2010.

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