After a little girl in school uniform welcomed me off the bus with a flower and a smile.
After we were lead into Mar Thoma Child Development Center by a marching band.
After the kids danced and sang ”Goz lof ees so wonnerfool.”
After I told the kids how far we’d traveled just to meet them because we love them so much.
A prayer was said and then the kids and bloggers left the breeze of the ceiling fan and the cool of the shade to play cricket and swing in the schoolyard in 118 degrees of humid Indian heat. I stood to join them and John told me to sit with him instead.
John was the founding director of Mar Thoma Child Development Center, a church-based Compassion “project” meeting the physical, spiritual, academic and economic needs of about 300 kids every day. He’s “just” a board member now, he said, but he was standing in as head honcho the day we visited because the current director – pastor of Mar Thoma church – was away.
The kids call John “Uncle.” And he asked me to also. Then he took my hand in his – a sign of friendship in India – and held it for the next couple hours while he told me story after story.
He reminded me of Tony Campolo – balding on top, squinty-eyed, gruff persistent voice, incredibly quotable and a little pushy.
“Mars Thoma means Saint Thomas,” he explained. Uncle grew up on the west coast of India in one of the seven communities visited by Saint Thomas in 52AD, shortly after the ascension of Jesus. He worshiped as a boy in one of the churches started by Saint Thomas – or that’s how I understood it and explained it to Becky when she walked up. “No, no,” Uncle said. “Thomas did not start churches. He started Christians. Man started churches and denominations. Thomas preached only Jesus. Simple.”
This was a thread that ran through our whole conversation. Like the story he told about Mother Teresa. He was helping “Mother” financially at one point but she wanted more from Uncle than money. She put him to work one day caring for a drug addict going through withdrawals. There Uncle sat, a successful businessman on his knees with a wet cloth in his hand, dabbing a drug addict’s sweaty forehead. “I had no choice. Mother told me to,” he chuckled.
He kept helping Mother and her sisters in any way she asked until she paid Mars Thoma church a visit. They talked together that day about the needs of Uncle’s own community. Mother told him to take the hours and effort he’d poured into her urban ministry and invest them instead in his own rural neighborhood. “She said Jesus was here also,” he said.
He said he felt unqualified to lead a ministry to people in his own village. He thought he needed to become a pastor first. But he couldn’t argue with Mother. With her encouragement he and Mar Thoma church started taking in the sick, rehabilitating addicts, counseling the mentally ill, and teaching children how to read and write and pray.
“Mother didn’t mind that we were not Catholic. She did not make me Catholic before she accepted me.” Right on cue, a woman walked into the room with two coconuts in her hands and gave them to Uncle. He handed one to me. “This is God’s best. All pure. It revives in this heat. I know you are thirsty.” I took a sip, wondering whether the straw was clean. “Do I ask you to follow Saint Thomas before I give you drink? No. Do I ask you what church you are? No. Do I know you are Christian? Many of our children here this morning are Hindu. We love them even so.”
He said he liked what I’d said to the children, how I’d brought what he called “the simple message.” I’d told the kids I loved them and that Jesus loved them. “That is what we teach them. God loved the world. He sent Jesus,” he said. “And let them decide. Until then, eat, drink, learn.”
He explained how Mar Thoma church’s ministry to children grew to the point that they needed help and asked Compassion to partner with them. That’s how the Mar Thoma Child Development Center was born.
He showed me pictures of the rehabilitation center the church is building to care for the almost 700 patients it’s currently treating. “Our church is growing and so we asked God if we should build. God told us to build for the sick. There are enough making bigger and bigger buildings for church. There are not enough making buildings for those poor and sick. So we will build them something.”
Eventually he started asking me questions. “What is your job?” It’s more complicated than this but I told him I play music – so his head wouldn’t explode trying to understand exactly what all I do these days.
“I trade,” he said. “But that is not life. Jesus is enough.” I nodded, realizing how profound the simplest theology sounds when spoken in an accent by someone living halfway around the world holding a coconut. “You sing music, “he said. “But that is not your life. Love Jesus. Is that enough?”
Uncle stood and took me by the hand and we walked to the doorway, around the kids and bloggers coloring pictures on the floor together. We stood silent for a minute while he looked out across the schoolyard for someone who could bring us another round of drinks. “It is hot,” he said. ”You’ll drink more with me.”
Rebecca says:
wow – thank you for sharing that.
anon4him says:
I wonder if his accent sounds the same as it does in my head… probably not.
It sounds like you took a lot away from that meeting. I’m glad you passed it on to us as well.
Thanks
anne jackson says:
as if i couldn’t like you more.
Michael Farren says:
bro…wow…thanks.
Anthony Dodd says:
WOW that was amazing, Thank you so much for sharing that time you had with him.
Ashley says:
Really beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing.
Ric says:
What a fantastic picture you just painted in my head. Uncle’s wisdom provided one of the most powerful message’s I’ve heard in a very long time. Thank you for sharing!
Lori says:
Thank you for sharing “Uncle John” with us. He is right, so many times we complicate the message of Jesus. Really it is simple. God commanded us to love him and love others. Our love for Christ shows in our actions towards others.
Love how he said, there is enough making bigger buildings for churches instead they build for the sick. Amen.
Groovewoman says:
Shaun, thank you so much for sharing this story with us. It is so touching and so special. What an amazing opportunity you had speaking with “Uncle”. I would love to meet this man someday.
I have been following the Compassion trip from Melissa Fitzpatrick via the LPM blog and I am so looking forward to reading about the trip from your point of view.
Groovewoman
Ben Stewart says:
Great. Keep ‘em coming.
Seaton says:
Best thing I’ve read in a looong time. Thanks.
Noelle says:
thank you for sharing. Please know that we don’t get tired of hearing about this. It’s what keeps us from being so self-centered, when we get to see through the eyes and hearts of other people.
Melissa Fitzpatrick says:
This post nearly sent me over the edge. I remember seeing you sitting there speaking with him for what seemed like forever and wanted to ask you exactly what was being said. Amazing.
Holli says:
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. May God continue to bless you and your efforts.
Holli Teubner
Amy Patterson says:
contrary to what you might think, i can’t get enough of your india stories. keep ‘em coming….
chrissulli says:
Simple, beautiful, love don’t ask questions. Why do we make things so complicated?
Thank you
ginger says:
thanks…again & again, thanks
Susan Charest says:
My favorite Mother Teresa quote:
“In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.”
E-Jayjo says:
“There are enough making bigger and bigger buildings for church. There are not enough making buildings for those poor and sick.” This is so true. It is good to hear his perspective.
Lori says:
Wow, powerful stuff. And so true… Jesus is enough. Let us never forget that. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Misty says:
Wow…what wisdom this man has. Thank you for sharing.
Cindy says:
Simply amazing and beautiful! Thank you.
Lemmings says:
That was just fantastic.
My favorite quote from Uncle was, “Thomas did not start churches. He started Christians. Man started churches and denominations. Thomas preached only Jesus. Simple.”
Simple…
Gina McGurrin says:
I have read some great posts lately but I believe this would be my favorite.
Thank you.
Keely says:
seriously beautiful!
MamasBoy says:
So, did the side-to-side head nod rub off with so much close contact?
Kelly @ Love Well says:
I will remember this post for a long time.
mandie segura says:
Thanks for sharing such a beautiful story and simple, but true message. What a great reminder. Jesus is enough.
Anna Kuruvilla says:
Shaun, thank you for this post. Could you please do me a favor though. What is Uncle John’s full name. I ask you because I live in Canada now–but I grew up in Calcutta. And Mar Thoma church was my home church. And Uncle John looks so so familiar. He is 24 years older though–and I simply can’t remember. Thank you, Anna Kuruvilla.
Shaun Groves says:
I have no idea, Anna. He never said and I never asked.