Monday, 11 July 2016

Kingdom Come on this Earth

It is estimated that more than 280 million adults in India, mostly tribal and oppressed castes, are illiterates. This amounts to 37% of the global total. Lack of education keeps one under bondage, often taken advantage by the conniving money lenders and lords.

India is home to the largest number of poor people in the world. Poverty leads one to unimaginable oppression. Millions of Indian children work as bonded slaves or in brothels. It is estimated that more than 50 million children in India alone are bonded servants, a modern version of slavery.

Lack of education of adults is directly linked to such poverty and children being sold into sexual slavery or as bonded servants. It is therefore with great passion, Compelled is engaged in educating children and adults in South Asia. Right now, more than 8000 children are being educated directly by us. We send them to schools or we educate them in our village schools. In addition, we send trained adult education teachers to target remote tribes and vulnerable villagers to help them learn know to read, write, and count.

Children in one of our girls home (borders of Nepal) and receiving education in one of our village schools
Literacy Class in a village
Timka lives in a very remote mountain village in central-west India. He says, “We used to be tricked by the lords in town when we would sell them our produce. We did not know how to count or measure. We did not know what the market prices were. So, whatever they gave we took it, not knowing that we were being cheated in every way.” Today, Timka knows how to count and understands how to be aware of market price. He gets a fair price for his produce and lives a good life. He says, “These pastors broke the ropes that tied my mind to darkness.” This freedom has now helped Timka to understand the value of education. Today, all his children now to go school. This is part of establishing God's Kingdom on this earth. 

Adult Literacy Class

May your Kingdom come, may your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven! 

Friday, 1 July 2016

The Hope of Education

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” (Proverbs 13:12)

The waiting, the hoping, the wishing – the longing a child feels who can’t attend school is palpable, powerful, and intense. What seems like a basic right is unattainable for thousands of children across the nation. 

Deepak was one such child. 

Born into a tribal family, Deepak’s mother ran away from her abusive husband when he was only two years old and, at the age of four, he lost his father. His grandparents fostered him for some time. Miserable and lonely, Deepak could barely put one foot in front of the other from day to day. Then, most unexpectedly, hope found its way to Deepak in the form of one of our pastor who brought him to one of our several Children Home in India. His studies and all his needs were taken care of by us. Today, he has finished his schooling and is pursuing college-level studies. 

This great accomplishment would not have been possible without the faithful support he received, year after year, to continue his schooling and studies. Thanks to the commitment of our partners who give hope and economic freedom through education to these children. 

The new school year in most of South Asia will begin in the month of July. Every child will need a new set of uniform, shoes, books, pencils and other school supplies to start the new school year. On behalf of these children we wish to share this opportunity for you to consider providing one or more ‘back to school pack’. For US $25 you can fund a basic “back to school” pack for a child, releasing them from financial constraints that would otherwise prohibit school attendance. 

Each basic “back to school bag” includes a set of books, a new uniform, and basic school supplies. As the school year begins in July, we humbly ask you considering personifying hope – just like one of our missionaries and few faithful donors did for Deepak. 

We thank you for your continued support! Please pray and support in making a difference in the life of one child.

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

The God of the Living

Brother Chandan shares:

“I serve among a tribe that lives in the remote jungles of north India. The tribals are poor, illiterate, and survive on the produce collected from the forest and cultivation they carry out on cleared forest land. They are often a oppressed people. 

Some of the villagers in this remote tribe carry out all kinds of sacrifice. Last year, I began to pray for these villagers. None of them had heard about our Lord. I was unsure when I visited them if I will be accepted or killed. Yet I prayed; and with God's courage I went to them.

When I reached the first village, the villagers encircled me. I told them, "I have words of life, if you will let me share." I told them the story of the Roman centurion who came to Jesus for the healing of his sick servant (Matt. 8:5-13). After I shared the story, one of the elders said, "These are truly words of life." They were hearing about Jesus Christ for the first time in their lives. They asked me to continue to share.

I spoke about a God who heals our hearts and our lives. As I closed, one man rose up and said, "I have never heard such words before. Our entire village and my family have faithfully worshipped the spirits of these forests. But we constantly remain under dark weight. A weight - of illnesses and quarrelling and uneasiness - remains upon us." The day that I visited and spoke; five members of one family became sick.

The villagers asked me to stay with them and continue to teach in the evening. I shared from the life of Abraham and slept in one of their huts.  I very carefully shared about Isaac being taken up for sacrifice and how God offered a ram in his place. I briefly shared about the perfect sacrifice of God in Jesus Christ. I did wonder if I will be killed that night, but I trusted in God. When I woke up the next day, I was very glad to be alive.

Later that morning, before I headed out of the forest, I decided to go to the home of the family whose five members were sick. The villagers were informed that I was visiting this sick family. Soon, the entire clan and several villagers gathered around the hut. As I went in, the head of the clan said, "If your Jesus is a true God, then ask Him to heal this family. We want to see if your book is true for us."

I had a God-given courage in my heart. After all, I represented Him as a living God. So, with all the boldness of the Kingdom of God, I put my hand on the head of this man and began to pray. As I began to pray, I noticed that the oldest man began to breathe heavily. I did not fully understand all that was happening, but realized that God was doing something. Then their teenage daughter, who had severe and constant chest pain, sat up. I continued to pray with all that I had. By the end, all five family members were able to get up from their sick beds, move around, and declare that they felt perfectly well.

The family immediately put their faith in our Lord. The elders have asked me to return so that they can think more about the 'living words' I have shared.”

We request your prayers for Brother Chandan and this village. 

Friday, 1 January 2016

Leprous Heart

In the Western Ghats (mountain ranges) in south-eastern India are found the Koya and the Domba tribe. Not long ago, we began to reach out to these tribes. There was severe opposition followed by persecution. However, our missionary brothers and sisters stood strong in prayer and in the Lord. 

Now, in one of these villages lived a lady infected with leprosy. She was shunned by the villagers and lived a lonely life. She had tried with-craft, magic, sacrifices and every thing that her tribe was aware of. Yet, the numbness and lesions kept on growing. One day one of our traveling evangelist visited her village. He began to share with her about Jesus healing the ten lepers (Luke 17:12-19). She was suddenly interested. "Can Jesus heal me today?" she asked. Our missionary stretched out His hands and began to pray. He then asked her to pray to Jesus every day. "Believe in Jesus. He is gracious to the poor," he explained. 

The lady went home, wondering about the encounter she had that day. 

When the lady woke up the next morning, she felt a drastic difference. Her faith was emboldened. She began to pray. To the surprise of the villagers, this leper lady was visibly and completely healed in few weeks. In few months she was completely restored. "My Jesus has healed me," she began to tell others.  The tribal village began to open up their heart. The village chief invited our evangelist and said, "My heart feels leprous. How can my hearts be healed by Jesus?" Our missionary brother shared the Good News of Jesus becoming man to provide forgiveness for our sins. At the end of their conversation, the head-man of the village bent his head and informed that he was ready to receive God's forgiveness. Today, more than 40 people gather in that village every day to worship our Lord Jesus Christ. Many other villages who heard of this miracle have also now opened up their doors to the Gospel. Praise God!

Monday, 23 November 2015

It Was a Cold and Dark Night

A Slum
In a cold, dark and twisted slum in Central India, Binod stumbled over some trash. He was drunk, again. Bhargav, his three-year-old son, heard the angry shouts of his father from a distance.  He looked at his mother, Resam. He was afraid of the violence that would follow, as it happened each night.

Resam quietly placed herself between the small door of the hut and the wooden box, where Bhargav hid himself. Resam’s body became tense as the rickety door of the hut squeaked open. Binod’s bloodshot eyes scanned the room. He shouted for food and then plopped himself down on the mud floor. Bhargav was relieved. “No beatings today,” he assured himself.

Collecting Firewood from Jungle
Resam was a hard worker. She woke up early in the mornings to gather firewood from the jungle to sell and earn money to feed her family. She also washed dishes for the landlords in town. She also had to find time to take care of her home, all by herself. Consequently, her tiny body was malnourished and very weak.

Kerosene Stove
Now, she moved quickly to serve her drunken husband. After a few bites of the food she had prepared, Binod thrust the plate aside. He yelled at her that the food was stale and too spicy. Resam cowered, whispering an apology, and tried to explain that the stale food was all they could afford. The rage wafting off Binod seemed to force the very air to grow quiet and still. Their son Bhargav froze. Without warning, Binod jumped up and grabbed the lighted liquid kerosene stove. He emptied the kerosene over his wife and threw the lighted stove at her. The fire quickly consumed Resam’s frail body.

Resam's screams blended in with Bhargav's in hellish harmony. The smoke and the horrid smell began to fill the hut. The neighbors rushed in and extinguished the fire from what was once Resam.

The terror of that night would always haunt Bhargav. 

P.T., an IET missionary, works in this slum. “This is where God has called me,” he says. He goes from home to home to pray for those hurting and comforts them with the Word of God. In many cases, he finds money to help those who are hungry or who have emergency medical needs. "It's difficult at times, because I myself do not have much. But when God asks you to reach out, we do it out of love and obedience," he says.

An iet children's home
One day, while visiting Bhargav’s grandmother, P.T. noticed the small, quiet boy with haunted eyes. The little boy listened from the shadows as P.T. shared the Gospel with his grandmother, his caretaker. Throughout the following days and weeks, Bhargav watched his dear grandmother’s transformation--walking straighter, eyes brighter, and genuine smiles. The changes made Bhargav curious, but he had no means of expressing that.

iet children
One day, his grandmother returned from visiting P.T. with tears in her eyes. She put Bhargav on her lap, hugged him close and said, "I can't give you the life you need, Bhargav. I'm too old. You're better off with P.T. I have asked him to raise you up, since with me you have no future. He has agreed." Large tears fell down his cheeks as he clung to his grandmother. He didn’t want to leave. He'd already lost his mother and father. Unable to say     anything, he simply held on to his grandmother and cried.

Bhargav Now
P.T. greeted Bhargav as the first child to enter IET's seventh orphanage, called Mercy Home. He calls him John, because his life is starting anew. Since he arrived at the orphanage, John has grown into a happy boy who goes to school and likes to play soccer. Every summer he spends the vacation with his grandmother. Today, eleven children along with John learn and grow in this IET Children's Home. Here IET provides a safe place to live along with food, clothing and the best education possible. They are loved and cared for by IET missionaries who stay with them. Bhargav says, “I want to be a teacher when I grow up.”

This Christmas we want to provide each of the children in our orphanages with a big Christmas meal. This would be $3 for one child. A separate and appropriate Christmas gift for each child in our orphanage or under our care can be provided for an additional $7.