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Saturday, April 23, 2005


Clothing is the only essential matter that I am lagging behind in providing the kids. I did collect some used clothes over here and I got the kids clothed. Most of them came with just the clothes on their back. And even that was torn up and nasty. Finally today I went to a wholesale cloth merchant and bought 120 meters of cloth. I then got a tailor to come over today and take measurements of the kids. Within a week the kids will have their first set of new clothes. I am hoping that I will find enough resources to provide at the least once every 2 months a new set of clothes. It costs me $140 dollars to get tailor made clothes for all the 42 kids. I guess that is a bargain when you consider we are talking about 42 sets of clothes. The girls are getting a skirt and shirt and the boys get a shirt and pant. God bless all of you out there who are making all this possible. John Posted by Hello

Dear Michael & Nancy McCullough, Sean, Kate & Dan McCullough & Sampson:
Thank you for your gift of cycles...
I bought 3 brand new cycles with the gift you had sent...
Sasi, and 2 of his friends were blessed and they have written to you folks. Expect the airmail to get to you in 10 days.
God will bless you Abundantly...
The kids get to go to school on their bikes tommorow and they can't wait.
I also bought 2 more bikes for girls to train on...Very few of them know how to ride a bike. I did not want them to feel left out...In a couple of weeks they also will be able to ride bikes.
God Bless
John Posted by Hello

Thursday, April 21, 2005


Thank you MooMoogranny for the precious scarves. The kids loved them. Thank God the package got here. God bless you. Posted by Hello

Anbalagi shares with friends the gifts she recieved from the Percivals. She sends her thanks along with her friends to the percivals for the two packages she recieved. Posted by Hello

Monday, April 18, 2005


Thank you Myrtle Merrit for providing 2 sets of bunk beds. The kids are blessed by your care. God bless you so much. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, April 13, 2005


Dear Friend:
I never knew missionary work means having to be a partner in the tears of a child.
This is an update to a story you might have read, in my wife Michelle's email, about a boy named Depak.
Here is my version. Depak is in 7th grade and when he got here was the biggest headache. He just was hyper and just plain bad. But within a month and a half, he had started to change. He was more responsible with his behavior and trying hard not to get in trouble. He went from being in trouble every hour to maybe in trouble once every 3 or 4 days. That was a miracle.
This is is history. His father was lost in the Tsunami. His mother became very ill after the Tsunami and we found them languishing in a Tsunami shelter. The mother was incapable of caring for him. So I brought him to Miracle Garden.
A month ago his mother shows up here and sees him. She then spoke to me briefly and told me she was leaving me in my care and that I should raise as my own. I told her he had improved much and was doing well in school also. She told me about his Tuberculosis condition and I assured her I had taken him to the doctor and hadhim on the path to full recovery.
A week later she poured kerosine on herself and burnt herself to death.
I was shocked. I could not sleep that night. I did not inform the kid. She was in critical condition. I wanted to wait and see. I also told the relatives I would send him down there for a few days only if she died. For the funeral.
4 days later she was dead.
An aunt of Deepaks came to take him to the funeral. It was sunday morning. 10am. More than 100 kids come to Miracle Garden from the surrounding villages for childrens church and sports every sunday. The service was about to begun. I pulled Deepak out told him to wear a pair of his nicer clothes and come to the back gate.
I took him to near the cow shed and spoke with him. I didnt know what to say. I did what i percieved to be the right thing. I believe God gave me special grace for that moment. I told him his mother was gravely ill.
I told him his aunt had come to take him to see his mom. I told him whatever happens he must know I love him and I will care for him. He started to tear up. I prayed a short prayer and sent him on. It really tore me up.
He came back one week later this past sunday. I kept him isolated for a little bit. I took just the boys to the back dining lounge and opened the subject about deepak. I told them about his moms demise. There was big gasp. The pain must have hit home. I told them we have to be bold for Deepak. We must make him feel that we love him and we can care for him. They all perked up. They wanted to be strong for him. I had put away a nice car toy and I brought it out. I had daniel, a staff, to go get Deepak from his room. As deepak walked up to the lounge the boys were all on their feet clapping their hands, it was so moving. Deepak was in tears, I hugged him and on behalf of all the kids I welcomed him back and gave him the love gift from all of us. Then I named 2 of his buddies to take him to the dorms settle him down.
Within 30 minutes Deepak had changed his clothes come to the chapel attended the children's church. He insisted he must also join in the cricket game. The british baseball. He scored 46 runs and was the best player. I cannot tell you the joy we all felt. It made me realize this ministry is worth doing.
Continue to pray for Deepak. As he deals with so much pain in his life. We all share in his tears.
John Posted by Hello

Monday, April 11, 2005


We celebrated 6 birthdays for April on the 10th. We celebrate all bdays for the month on one day. The kids get a set of clothes and a party. We have games and prizes, special chicken meal and sweets. It is a blast! Posted by Hello

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Dear Friend:
Your timely support helped us launch a mission to the worst hit victims of the Tsunami. Today as I look back I find myself shaking my head, not able to believe that we have done what we have done. 42 Tsunami kids given a new lease on life, yes it is a miracle. So at the outset let me thank you all once again for your outpouring of love towards these kids. Your support has meant a great deal to me personally. When Michelle and I agreed, that God was the one who had placed the vision of this Tsunami Children’s Home in our hearts, I knew that this task was far greater than what can be accomplished by just the two of us. When God beautifully orchestrated the bringing together of all of you, I knew that God really does love the Tsunami kids. It was now worth whatever sacrifice that had to be done to see it through. The thought of all you standing with us made me stronger, and kept me pushing forward even in the midst of some the hardest days.
After 3 months of non-stop work, I have had a few days to reflect on all of this and also to consider the bigger picture. The first few weeks were filled with sheer emotional exhaustion. I had to balance between the physical aspects of starting and running a Children’s Home, and the emotional aspects of these “special children”. But as the smiles began to break out and the noise of happiness began to fill the air, I transited to a state of believing in the mission. Then the extent of your support and commitment began to dawn on me and it boosted my spiritual adrenaline. I drew strength from the fact we were not alone. When we stop our lives (for a moment) to help others we fulfill the Gospel.
So here we are 3 months down this long road. I wanted to communicate my vision for these kids. It is often the case (here in India) that a Children’s Home is only way station, a place of security for the child, only for a period of time. After which the child is thrown out into the world to fend for itself. Basic schooling of the lowest version is provided, with no guarantee of transition to college and economic security in the future.
Take for example the case of 2 girls, orphans, at our Bible College. They grew up in a Home and after their 10th grade got dumped at the Bible College. This is their home now and we have made them feel at home. But when they came here they had no purpose in life and knew not what the future held for them. I don’t blame the Home for their plight. That has been the narrow and short term vision of the so called “Orphan Ministry”. For me it is imperative that I must develop a life time plan for these children. It would be such a waste, in my opinion, to minister to them with no plan to secure a bright future for them. This is India; you cannot make your own destiny, whenever you want to. You have to build your destiny from your childhood. Education is the only way out of the poverty that so easily envelops people here. Poverty is a way of life. Globalization and the economic boom does not touch the uneducated, it only exasperates their poverty.
This week is the beginning of final exams for the kids. I have established a study time everyday between 7p-9m. Myself and the other staff help them study and do home work. In my interaction with them I discovered some horrific realities that I am faced with. A fifth grader cannot even read and write his own mother tongue. So called second graders are totally devoid of any basic knowledge of anything. So many of our kids are not fit to be in whatever grade they are in. This is the stark reality. Well this can be disheartening, but as I said I believe in our mission. Yes it looks impossible, but yet again, nothing is impossible. In India 99% of the poor go to the free Public school system. The Government schools are so bad that they cannot even get a third grader to read or write anything. It is bad, very bad. It is a sham, just a fraud. The Head Master, of the school in which most of our kids are admitted, told me that out of the 400 students in his school maybe 3 or 4 will go on past the 8th grade. This scares me.
Regularly, on a daily basis, most classes are not taught. Most of the days no home work is given nor is follow-up of homework if given is undertaken. The teachers at the school encouraged me to not make the kids do homework. Obviously they would feel that way because I had asked for them to sign our kids’ note books and write some comments. Now the middle class sends their kids to private schools. They learn to operate the computer as fast as an average American kid. Obviously the odds are stacked against you if you attend the Government school. So what can we do?
We surely cannot educate these kids in private schools. Well for one, there is the financial constraint. But much more than that, these kids were already in State schools. They do not have the aptitude to transition at once to a private school. We have to find a different approach. Private Tutoring seems to be the viable answer. We need to run a structured tutoring program with qualified teachers tutoring the kids out of school on a daily basis. Self study as practiced so far will not get them ready to get past the 8th grade. Yes it would mean a little more financial burden on the Home, but well worth it. It is our vision to secure a future for these kids and not just provide a way station. Please pray with me for God to lead us in getting the best possible education for these kids. And for me, private tutoring is that way right now.
As the finals creep up on us this week. From today I am running mock finals here at the home for 4th graders and up. The Government has promised to pass all Tsunami kids to the next grade. But I have built up some self respect in our kids. They don’t want any Government hand out, they want to pass their finals on merit. Please pray for them. Here at the Miracle Garden Tsunami Children’s Home, when I ask them why did God bring you here? They reply, “To become someone important (to become a big man/woman).”
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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Dear Beverly Davies Sujatha was so exited to be blessed by you. She sends her love and appreciation to you. God bless. Posted by Hello