Is Kandhamal Burning?

My Second Visit in Detail

I traveled to Kandhamal again on the 27th and 28th March 2009. This time I was certain that
Kandhamal is burning. Yes ! Kandhamal is burning ! The love and concern for the people
of Kandhamal is burning brightly in the hearts of thousands, some of whom have written to
me and committed themselves to pray for Kandhamal. The fire of devotion to Jesus still burns
brightly in the hearts of the persecuted Christians. The fire of hate still burns in the heart of the
Hindu leaders here. Yes ! Kandhamal is burning !

As my cab was entering the Kalinga ghats, the sun setting

behind the hills brought back a deluge of memories. My
thoughts went back to my previous visit when the sun was
setting on that February evening

.
Children from a School and Relief camp were making
their way to Mondasaru ravine view point, once a
popular tourist spot These children were stamping the
fallen dry leaves and shouting with joy “picnic” “picnic”.
For the first time in three months they had come out of
the camp to this spot which was just 100 meters away.
That day those little children gave me hope of the better
days in the future and I was anxious to find out if the
better days had arrived and if it was safe for them to
come out of the camp and enjoy such simple pleasures.

When I took this picture (below) on 1/2/09, a thought

went through my mind that these kids had to learn and
practice the art of carrying one another to survive in this
uncaring world.
.
But this time I knew that
carrying one another can just
remain a game for these kids
because I learnt from your
response that so many of you
are willing to carry the people
of Kandhamal in your hearts
and prayers. I thank God for
each one of you.

Mondasaru ravine, once a

popular tourists spot. Some RC
Fathers and Nuns walked through
this ravine to the neighboring
district to escape from the
attackers during the riots.
My first stop was G. Udaigiri which had a Relief camp that had housed more than 1000 people
during my previous visit. By 15th February 2009 this Relief camp was dismantled and people
were sent back to their villages.
THEN

NOW

The Government dismantled this camp and other camps to back their claim that normalcy had
returned and that the Christians have returned to their villages and are living normal lives.
Is there truth in this claim ?

This time also I could not get down to take any pictures on this highway ( Pics Then and Now compare dates)

Then Now Now (mini camps)

I saw broken shops, abandoned homes, churches and a “Mini camp” (Tents with blue plastic sheets)
adjacent to a destroyed homes as I traveled on the Highway from G Udaigiri to Raikia via
Mondakia. Nothing much had changed.
 Day 2 (28/3/09)
I began my tour of the interior areas on bikes starting with the Pisarama village.

The homes still lay in ruins

The people who were sent back from the main Camps at Raikia, G Udaigiri have now set up
Mini Camps in the village where they own homes. The Government wants them to move back
into their homes The Locals and the powerful Kui Samaj (an organization which promotes the
interests of Hindu tribals) have warned them of dire consequences if they try to repair, rebuild or
enter their homes without reconverting to Hinduism.

The Mini Camp at Pisarama:

200 people live here in such

A 20 X 20 Feet tent for 6/8 families 6- 8 partitions made with sarees tents

They have put up with this for 7 months, better conditions could come but with the cost of giving
up their faith. Reconverting to Hinduism is not even a thought or option for these people
because to them Jesus is very precious and no sacrifice is too big for them. I went around the
camp and tried to understand how they lived. Each moment was painful for me to see people
suffer so much for Christ. In the midst of all this they have not forgotten to be hospitable.
Tea being prepared Tea served with love Only meal of day being Unripe jackfruit from their land
for us. What a by the mother-in-law cooked being cooked for lunch
privilege it was ! of a martyr

In spite of all these inconveniences life goes on in these tents…

The Students
Chandramma will be entering the 10th Standard from May/June 09
and Aparijitha will be starting her B.A course from May/June 09 if
they get admission.
With their parents having no means of livelihood they are not able
to pay the admission fees. Admission fees for school from 8 th -10th
Standard is around Rs 300/- , for books around Rs.450/- and for
College it is Rs.1200/- For us this may seem a small amount but
for them it is an astronomical figure which many will not be able to
pay and some of them sadly will be forced to discontinue.
They used to go to their School on a bicycles but it was destroyed
during the riots along with their books etc. Now they will have to
walk 4-5 Kms on isolated roads to get there. Every young Christian
girl in Kandhamal lives in fear of being kidnapped, molested or
even killed.
Their Hindu friends have stopped talking or walking with them
because there is fine of Rs. 500/- on any Hindu who talks to a
Christian, (imposed by Kui samaj)
Aparijitha which means “undeafeated” prays that she would be able
Students now pursue education
from tents. to get admission this year and also a bicycle or a place to stay which
(left Chandramma, Aparijitha) is close to her college to continue to study and live up to her name.
These two students represent Chandramma says she gets scared in the nights since the camp has
the hundreds who passed their no lights and the locals come to the boundary of the camp and make
exams against all odds ! noises and hurl abuses.

Yes ! it is very tough being a young Christian in Kandhamal

When we picture a village which is destroyed we can see broken homes and empty streets and
we may think what we can do for the people but just read what these people are doing for the
Kingdom of God. Each village was and is making great contributions for His Kingdom and the
Hindu fanatics could not stand this. Pisarama is one example of the many villages of Kandhamal
 The people from Pisarama

The Elder of Pisarama The Daughter of Pisarama The Man from Pisarama The Pastors from Pisarama

Brother Dutia, Sister Ludhia, the widow of
agriculturist, raised up martyred Pastor Akbar Digal
his children to be leaders of the Totamaha village
in the Church. He is wants to fulfill the
father of Pastor Surjit commitment they made as
Digal family to God
The worship leader at The pastor couple Surjeet
Pisarama church now & Sucheta doing their MTh
leads worship for in SAIACS Bangalore,
Kandhamal migrants in training to make an impact
Bhubaneswar for the Lord in the teaching
ministry

They may have destroyed the village but have the deterred these people from serving God?

A story of hope from Pisarama

When I returned from my first visit to Kandhamal there were two persons whom I wanted to
meet they were “ The owner of Green bat” & “Landlord of Musamaha”

In the house of slain Pastor Akbar Digal (refer pg7

of previous letter) I came upon a green toy plastic
bat near the charred shoe of the Pastor. When I
returned home and played the tape, the green bat
caught my attention. I wanted know if Pastor
Akbar had a child, I guessed that child must be less
than 5 years because I too have a daughter aged 5
who has a yellow bat. I would often ask myself.
“Who is the owner of the green bat”. Did Pastor
Abkar have a family? What happened to them and
where were they?

When I reached Kandhamal I enquired about the Pastor’s family

and was told that the owner of the green bat was a five year old boy,
their only son. He and his mother had moved to the North India to a
widow’s home. But when I reached this camp I was told Akbar
Digal’s family had come back for a few days. Words cannot
describe when I first got to see the “owner of the green bat”. As I
held the boy in my arms I just could not help thinking of the choice
of Akbar Digal. Giving up his life and time with his son for a life
with Jesus. Did he think about his son when they tortured and
killed him ? As a father of a 5 yr old I knew how difficult that
choice was
 His mother told me that they had to wait 11 years in prayer to have Obadiah,
they had committed to bring him up to be a Pastor, sent him to an English
school. With steel in her voice she said that she would do everything to fulfill
that. I told her how the people all over have come to know about Pastor Akbar
Digal and how many of you had written to me not with words but with tears.
I reminded her that like Obadiah the prophet her son Obadiah would feed
God’s persecuted children even from this tender age. I am sure he will do it
when people hear his story respond and reach out the persecuted in
Kandhamal.

As I moved from Pisarama to Dodinga I could see the hand of God in my meeting with Obadiah.
The fanatics may have got the satisfaction of breaking houses and families but what they have
broken are things which are temporal but not the bond with Christ which is eternal.

Dodinga Village
Houses are still in ruins. Please note how close the tents are to the homes.

They can see their homes, even cook beside the walls of the houses they once lived but not enter
it. I cant understand how they feel about this because no one has stopped me from entering my
house. This is the tragedy of Kandhamal

The Mini camp at Dodinga is just like the other mini camps that dot the villages in Kandhamal.
Open kitchens, stacks of fire wood, no privacy, cat calls in the night and Hindu groups making
their presence felt by moving around brazenly issuing threats. “You rebuild, we will break !”
Life in the Mini camp…

The meal of the day is being cooked

here. The Government gave them a
month’s ration when they were sent
away from the main camp. The 25
odd families in this village will
receive a monthly ration for a period
of six months from a Thoothukudi
based Christian Ministry. I heard
600 families are covered by this
project. for 6 months. I hear about
other relief agencies also.

How many families out of 10000

plus families are being reached ?

Most of them seem to be wearing clean and good clothes which I think has come to them as part
of relief sent by many of you.

The People of Dodinga

This village seems to have lots of little people.

Many little children like these became pawns in the hands of the attackers who threatened the
parents to reconvert otherwise the little ones will be torn apart limb to limb. Some succumbed to
these threats and now they pray that God and their brothers would forgive them because they still
are Christians in their heart.
Alfie Anand with his grandmother.
He was born just three days before the riots and
spent five days in the forest hiding from attackers.
He survived the rains and the ordeal and now sleeps
peacefully, oblivious to the situation that he has to
face as he grows up in this hostile place which hates
Christians. His parents stand silently in the
background, this scene reminds me of the manger
scene and I am thankful that we have a God who who
has gone through all this and suffered before He
called us to follow Him.
This is 10 yr old Lisa from a village
where 7 Christians were killed, I met her
the previous day. She lives in a Home
for children, her parents live in a Mini
camp. She recollects how her father
carried her brother and how he cried
profusely while they roamed in the
forest during the riots. She wants to go
back and live with her parents, she says
her dad has gone looking for a job and if
he gets one they may all live together
out side Kandhamal

The Green building (Left) is a Church

which has been destroyed. We sit
talking to Prasanth Nayak ( 2nd from the
left) his father is a Pastor and is unable
to return to Kandhamal because he is on
the hit list. A broken church, a pastor
from that village, men wondering how
to feed their families, young men
keeping vigil in the nights are some of
the things which you will find in most
villages in Kandhamal

.From Dodinga I move to Musamaha

On the way I see plenty of Road

construction work going on. This is a
common sight all over Kandhamal. I am
told that Christians are denied jobs as
daily laborers by these contractors who
do not want to displease the Kui samaj
and other Hindu outfits. Discrimination
has entered every facet of life. This is a
systematic plan to crush the Christians
 Musamaha village
The now familiar sight of broken homes, tents beside these homes continue

This mini camp has .

around 50-60 people
who are literally living
in the shadow of their
destroyed homes. In
fact the tents are pitched
with one of the walls of
the home as its
boundary. In this place
I met a person who was
constantly in my
thoughts after my first
visit

The Landlord of Musamaha

Last time I wrote about a rich landlord who was robbed of everything and cash
amounting to Rs.100,000 and was sent out of his home. I often wondered how
this landlord was doing. It was a great joy for me to see him this time and it
was a greater joy to interact with this cheerful person known as Sukantha
Nayak. He has 2 sons and a daughter and has moved out of this place and
comes here secretly. He is on the hit list since he is symbol of Christian
success. Here he stands in front of a paddy barn/storage which was looted.
When I asked him how he felt about the attackers he said that he has no ill
feeling towards them and has forgiven them. He would love to live in peace
with them.

My friend offered words of consolation by saying God will restore all that
he has lost, Sukanth replied with such assurance, “ Yes, I know like Job,
God will restore to me two fold all that I have lost”. I told him that the world
has read about his loss and this time I would make sure they hear about his
witness
Amidst the ruins it is just so blessed to meet people like him who follow
Jesus in every way and there are so many of them here. Being here I feel so
blessed to rub shoulders with so many who walk the talk. I felt like shouting
Praise the Lord and leaping in the air but I restrained my self.
The Mason of Musamaha
The man in center of the picture is Parthobahebaro. He is a skilled
mason who has been badly affected by the riots. He is not given
any jobs because he is a Christian. Partho represents a number of
masons, carpenters, drivers, plumbers and skilled labourers of
Kandhamal who are desperately trying to get work. Every day they
come to Raikia walking or cycling 7-10 kms in search of work and
most days return disappointed
That morning as we were setting out I ran into a person who had
come to Raikia looking for some odd jobs but was turned back. The
look of disappointment and despair on that face is hard to describe
and even harder to forget
These people are willing to go out of Kandhamal for work so that
they can support their families to live with dignity. They are not
seeking charity but a chance to work and earn. Even worse is the
plight of unskilled workers and farm laborers. How much these
people suffer for following Christ.

If there is anyone reading this letter able to help them with jobs please write back to me. It is very
painful to know about all these needs and being unable to help them except write about them

The Young people of Musamaha

We met Sulemia who has Young Atharanjan Nayak is
th
completed her 10 Standard hoping against hope to enter the
walking a kilometer away to wash Degree course. I have not seen a
clothes with her mother. She is more somber face in Kandhamal.
hoping that she will be able to go How could he smile? His parents
to College. Who will pay my fees have no means of earning ! how
is the big question confronting her can they pay his fees, so he
suffers silently
They hear offers of free seats to study outside Kandhamal or Orissa, most of them cant just leave
this place, their parents and come out.
. What will happen to young
people like him. I fear for
them, will they get
frustrated? Will they take to
the path of violence? Will
they find a hand of fellowship
that restores that priceless
smile on their faces?

Like every village, Musamaha has a destroyed church. I wanted to

go to Bakingia, Bramba, Adaskupa area but was asked not to go to
that side because of tension in Bakingia. A day before, a Hindu
house was set on fire by some fanatics because the Hindu had
given food to his Christian friend from the nearby camp. If such
acts of kindness by moderates are dealt with such harshness, just
imagine how long and hard is the road to normalcy
 On the way back to Raikia I could see
Hindu houses still having the Saffron Flag
on top of their houses to avoid being
attacked mistakenly, I come across a
Hindu centre/temple which looks like a
Christian church. I am not sure if that
building has been taken over. I could not
get a better shot because a Christian
taking pictures would sure invite big
trouble

We passed another Christian village called Mlupanga. From my previous visit I could see some
changes. The debris from broken houses were cleared and even a Christian had moved in with a
white plastic sheet on top(pic 3) Inspite of these positive developments I was warned that we
could not stop here since it was still tense and a fragile peace was in place

Video grab: 31.1.2009 Video grab: 28.3.2009 A house reoccupied

In the afternoon we moved towards Digi, Mondasar. This is what I saw

A church untouched by We come across another Church which A few kilometer away from Valiapada
riots, protected by Hindus has been vandalized the second time. we see this deserted village
Valiapada village

THEN (deserted) NOW (32 families have returned

The people at Valiapada tells us that the Govt had promised 3 months ration and has gone back
on the promise. They are desperate to do some work to survive. They tell us that the VHP is
urging moderate Hindus to throw them out of this place. An uneasy calm prevails and yet the
man in orange shirt boldly displays his rosary beads around his neck undeterred by the dangers

We reach the Mondasar Relief Camp which is one of two full fledged camps functioning now.
There are more than 300 familes who welcome us with tea and pour their hearts out to us,
This Ex-CRPF Christian explains how they hid in the
jungles and how they survived the early days. The
other person in the blue T-Shirt explains why things are
not normal even now, he tells us about meetings in the
nearby Temple and how the Hindu leaders are
instigating the local Hindus by saying “ You kill them
or be killed” “If you don’t know how to do that, we
will teach you, only if the Christians are killed will
the soul of the Swami will rest in peace”.

A woman in that crowd says that such meetings are going on in

many other places. One of them narrates that some families
from the camp have gone back to their villages and but he
returned back because his family was not allowed to use the
village well, or the village road or shops.
Within the crowd there seems to some disagreement about the reason
for not returning to their villages. For some it is lack of money for
rebuilding broken homes. For others it is hostility of Hindus. They
argue with each other and things hot up between them. When I tell
them that I understand how villages separated by even 500mts have
different issues they smile and agree. Even as they narrate these
horror stories they still find something to smile and laugh. I realize
that these simple people, with simple faith are facing some far from
simple problems and the magnitude of their problem seems so
overwhelming

As I walk away from the Camp to the Mondasru Tourist spot behind the camp
 I see the locked and chained
door of the broken church,
hardly 100 meters from that
door I find a house being
repaired for a Christian family
to move in. From not more
than 100 meters from both
these points I met people from
300 families in the Camp who
are unable to go back home.
Someone tells me that a Church
from Chennai is rebuilding a
whole village with 52 families.
It confuses me

Kandhamal is a paradox, each village, each block is different and normalcy by and large is
an exception and not a rule. Kandhamal is still far from being a normal place as you can
see.

That evening we left Kandhamal and moved to Berhampur I wanted to know how the migrants
from Kandhamal were living.
We reached Berhampur well past midnight because our car
broke down on the way. I reached a Care home where some
families were being provided shelter. When they heard that
I was coming to visit them they were waiting outside their
home, it so amazing that even a visit to show that we care is
so gratefully and eagerly awaited. I felt very bad that we
had kept them waiting. The people in the home reminded
me of hundreds of others who are still on the streets and the
slums of Berhampur. I also heard that some students were
provided a place to stay and study. Since we did not have
time we could not meet anyone else

After we spent some time praying with them, we had our late dinner well past 1 am and boarded
a train to Bhubaneswar the capital of Orissa, a place which once had more than 30000 migrants
during the riots. We reached Bhubaneswar at 8 am.
As I got down from the train a bread and omelet vendor carrying his stuff by
the tens made me think about the meeting point of the resources and the
need. In Kandhamal I felt that this meeting point was too hazy and the needs
of the people were unmet or even unidentified and there was no real
coordination between the relief agencies I hear about a ministry meeting the
ration needs of 600 families every month for next 6 months, I hear another
claiming that they have reached rations to all villages. While I write this I
hear (I have had this checked out) that 29 families near Chakapada,
Roopagaun are facing starvation because no relief has reached them either
from the Government or others. Has this village slipped thru the crack ? I
find someone satisfied providing 50 students place to stay and study or offer
free seats outside Orissa but I find more than 300 students facing uncertain
future because of admissions to the next year and I don’t find anyone
addressing that problem.
My visits have enabled me to establish contacts with people both in the main and the interiors
areas who will pass on reliable information about the needs and I am ready to share this
information with anyone/organisation who wants to directly meet the needs there after verifying
it. Relief agencies or their supporters can share with me the nature of relief work they do, so that
I can contact you whenever I become aware of a need. I will only be a conduit of information
and not any funds. My calling is to make the world aware of Kandhamal and getting people to
pray and respond to its needs and not collect funds or disburse it for I know God has called
others to do that.
Bhubaneswar (Day 3: 29/03/09)

Let me share about my visit to Bhubaneswar. My first stop was the CRP Basti (Slum) where
many families from Kandhamal are living
The dirty, congested and hot atmosphere (pics below) made me
wonder how people used to clean and fresh air, large open spaces,
solitude and pleasant climate were living near this busy highway. A
now familiar question returned to me. What is the price they pay to
remain a Christian? How much hardship are these people willing to
take for Christ? They can go back renounce their faith and get all
the fresh air, open space and solitude but they choose to live here. Kandhamal

A typical Basti (slum) in Bhubaneswar where the Kandhamal migrants live (CRP basti)

In Kandhamal whether in a Relief camp or church or a home or in a tent you will find worship,
sacrifice, witness and endurance . Here in this Basti(slum) in Bhubaneswar I found it again.
In a small room under the hot tin roof the
migrants from Kandhamal living in this
basti, singing and praising God and listening
eagerly to God’s word on a very hot Sunday
afternoon.
The worship is lead by Pastors who cannot
go back to Kandhamal because they will be
killed. In order to support themselves the
Pastors work as Security guards, Sales
men and even doing odd jobs to continue
their ministry. Their stories and sacrifices
are too painful to be heard and related. I
salute these servants of God.
 While I was coming out, I ran into this old
woman, whose only son was killed during
the riots. I just could not find any words to
share nor did I have the courage to ask her if
I could photograph her. I just saluted her
(namaste) and as she turned away I wanted
to take a picture of her walking away but by
the time I was able to click she had turned
around and was standing with folded hands.
That moment I realized that God wanted each
of you to see that face of the mother whose
son had sacrificed his life for Jesus...
Worship, Witness, Endurance, Sacrifice there
you have it all. Even in this dirty slum

In the afternoon we went to a Worship center where more than 300 migrants from Kandhamal
gathered

I was touched by R. Nayak’s initiative to bring the people

together for worship and fellowship every sunday and help the
migrant pastors to carry out their ministry in this new setting.
He told me that he was in touch with about 12 Bastis but there
were many more Bastis and many more people from Kandhamal
whose needs were not addressed by anyone and asked me to
pray for them. For sometime in the morning and that evening we
met friends from the EU-EGF and we shared our common
concerns regarding the Kandhamal issue and discussed how we
can work together to help our brothers and sisters of Kandhamal

When I started out on this trip there were some questions like
Who is the owner of the green bat? How is the landlord of Musamaha doing?
How were migrants from Kandhamal doing in Bhubaneswar and other cities?
Who can give me reliable information about the needs of the people?
Through whom can I reach out to them?
I found answers for most of them but there is one question which is frequently asked outside
Kandhamal which I would like to answer
Why did God allow this to happen to people of Kandhamal, especially the Pastors?
I found the answer to this question in God’s
word, in Kandhamal and in my home town.
Being a Christian does not insulate us from
suffering but rather exposes us to it because the
follower will be treated no differently from the
Master. The Lord tells Ananias how He would
show Paul personally how much he has to suffer
because of His name(Acts 9;16) and Paul did
suffer much.( 2 Cor 12). Never do we ask the
question “Why did this mighty servant of God
suffer so much?”, because we know Paul
understood and accepted suffering.
I have not come across anyone in Kandhamal
who asked me “Why did God allow this to
happen to us?” and I believe like Paul they have
understood and accepted the suffering part of
Christian life. If that was not the case, we
would have seen a mass exodus to Hinduism
because it is humanly impossible to stand
firm for so long with so little support from the
outside world.

Secondly I believe that Kandhamal is a judgement on the Church.(1.Peter 4:17)

Starting with Kandhamal to the ends of the earth, it is a judgment. Kandhamal exposes the
apathy, the loveless ness, and insensitivity. It exposes our inability to look beyond the boundaries
and programs of our local church. It exposes our attitude of turning a blind eye to issues like
Kandhamal and raising it up only when it suits us. It exposes our impatience “to do something”
driven by our emotions rather than doing the “right thing” guided by the Spirit. Today their
ability to stand without compromising for 7 months is a judgment on us each of us who cant
stand up for Christ or His principles even for 7 minutes in our daily life. I believe that we have
been judged and found wanting particularly on the issue of the widows of martyrs of Kandhamal

Mrs Staines The widows of the martyrs of Kandhamal

You know where she is
She received a national award
We were outraged by the manner of her husband’s death
His killer is barred from contesting in this Election
Her husband is an household name
The media exploits her image even today
We all stood up for her and raised our voices
Do you know where they are?
What are they receiving ?
Do you know how their husbands died?
The suspected killer of their husbands is a BJP candidate
Do you know the names of their husbands
Who is guilty of exploiting their image ?
We have remained silent and that’s the difference

Pastor Akbar Digal’s family
Totomaha village Kandhamal
On the 3rd of April I was enjoying my morning walk in the
peaceful Richards park in Bangalore. Suddenly a little boy
crossed my path and fell just ahead of me, even as I moved
to lift him up, a man who I assume was his father, picked
up the boy. In the hand of the father was a brown plastic
bat. A sharp stab of pain and grief went through my heart
as I remembered the green bat that lay near the charred
shoes in Totomaha. I realised how the boy with the green
bat will not have his father to pick him up when he falls and
I looked heavenward and asked almost bitterly WHY? .
I wondered why these plastic bats caused me such grief.

I realised that it was my daughter’s yellow bat at home that drew my attention to the green bat at
Totamaha. A blessing in my house drew my attention to the lack of it in that home.

Dear friends even as you read this report I hope the blessings in your life has drawn your
attention to the lack of it in a home in Kandhamal. I realize this a long report but I wanted to
share all that God had shown me with you because I know that there are many out there who
feel for them as much I do. I believe that the details that you have will enable you to pray for
the people of Kandhamal in a more specific way. I am sure that God is going to use you as His
agent of healing in the coming days. If you have any suggestions or queries or comments please
feel free to write to me at malcolmgpa@rediffmail.com or malcolmgpa@gmail.com. I have a
video CD of my previous visit ready which I will be sending to those who have requested me.
Please forward this mail to anyone who may be interested know about the children of God in
Kandhamal.

May God bless you and I thank you for reading my long report so patiently.

Yours in His service

Malcolm Athishtam
(I am an Engineer working as Regional Manager for a Private Instrumentation Company in
Bangalore. My second visit was sponsored by a reader of my previous letter who insisted that I
accompany him when he visited Kandhamal. Mr Benoni Doss is a Vice President in a
multinational company in Bangalore. We went to Kandhamal purely as concerned individuals
who share the same conviction that “if one member suffers all suffer together with it” (1 Cor
12:26). We do not represent any particular church or organization but we represent the people of
the world who love and pray for God’s children in Kandhamal . This is a truthful account of
what I have heard and seen, presented in honesty because only truth honors and it is His honour
that I seek.)
Easter day 2009