His name was Frederick Antony Ravi Kumar Zacharias. We all knew him as Ravi Zacharias. A short portion from Ravi’s official obituary reads, “Zacharias’s great-great-great-grandmother shocked her Nambudiri family, the highest caste of the Hindu priesthood, by converting to Christianity. With conversion came a new surname, Zacharias, and a new path that started her descendants on a road to the Christian faith.”
These are not families who have pantries full of supplies from Costco. These are people who leave their homes each morning in hopes that they will earn a few cents to purchase food for that day. Not being able to leave means not being able to eat.
In this episode, ITMI’s Mark Burritt and Steve Evers tell the story of Taru’s unusual bus ride. Our partner, Tara, was riding the bus to the slum where she ministers when she noticed a young woman looking at her strangely, and Steve reveals why. Plus, Steve and Mark reflect on their visit to the slum where David and Taru minister, and Steve reveals will never get to visit David’s ministry in remote villages.
In this episode, ITMI’s Mark Burritt and Steve Evers share about their last visit with our partners in India. Mark shares what he noticed as a first time visitor to India, and Steve shares something most people don’t know.
“It shouldn’t hurt this bad,” read the text message from India. The text came almost three weeks after Mark Burritt and I accompanied ITMI’s David and Taru Kumar to the funeral of Taru’s “mother.” Taru shared that she is deeply hurting and struggling to sleep. Taru’s “mom” came to rural India as a 30+ year old Australian missionary. She spent the last 60+ years loving on and raising up homeless, orphaned Indian girls. Margaret Williams was 94 years old when she was called to her real home.
During this season of giving, we asked ITMI partners to share their heartfelt answers to several questions. May their answers bless and encourage you!
Divyashree’s dark eyes were turned slightly upward toward the middle-aged man who sat facing her. They were missing the sparkle you’d expect for her tender age…
For most of the women living in the Modi Road area of Bangalore, India, a slum many call “Little Pakistan” because its population is 95% Muslim, life is a struggle to put food on the table. The women and children are, in a way, trapped. As women, they aren’t permitted to leave the slum to work. So they are forced to depend on their husbands.
“Lord, I know you are telling us to share you with the people in my village. But they are Muslims. I don’t know how to talk to them. We want to obey, please help us!” This was the prayer of a small, simple village church in rural India. They knew the Lord was telling them to share the Good News with their friends and neighbors. They really wanted to obey. But they were overwhelmed and afraid.
The kids were lining up in the narrow dusty “streets” of Modi Road slum in Bangalore, India in anticipation. The sweltering heat didn’t deter them, though there wasn’t much shade. Why? They were waiting for…