Friday, 23 November 2012

When Mom was on her day out!




Behind Mummy’s Days Out!

Or What happens back home when Mummy and the Girls are Away!

Day 1

Waving good-byes to mum and the eldest sister sibling with brave words like “don’t worry about us, we will survive, we can take care of ourselves”, the male chauvinists didn’t quite know what unexpected things could be waiting for them!

Day One – Less than one hour as the eldest sister sibling left with her hubby, the eldest male member and youngest male member took to the kitchen as the evening tea-time came. The older gentleman mixed water and milk not quite knowing how much of each to add to each other. The boy took over but just before the tea was boiling, the younger male had to come out of the kitchen for some reason. One of the hard-working duo managed to shut off the gas. Good tea was served as on other days. Nearly an hour later the old person was in the kitchen and was amazed to see some thing shining below the gas burner. Unable to figure out where a reflection would come shining in the gas oven, he called out to the boy.  The young chap was smart very smart indeed as he stopped the shining thing by turning the knob of the gas stove! The ‘shining thing was actually a low flame as the gas had been shut off earlier by turning it off in the wrong way! We thank God we did not get our house on fire!!

Evening meal was OK except perhaps for the fact that the left over chicken curry made the old man sick the next day!

Came Day Two and the younger boy got up early enough to prepare tea for the family, to learn when and how to turn the correct switch on the power switch board and which handles and are to be turned to let the water flow in to the main tank, to pump it up to the over head tank and how long to do it and to switch off the power. He is a quick learner, this boy and he figured out what he had to do as ‘master’ of the house especially during day time as both the older folks are out for work.


Father had many important matters to attend to in the morning – an over-sea call from his friend in Australia, multiple e mailings, a call from distant Nagaland, an important meeting with a visitor from Shillong who was on his way to the Airport. Finally it was decided to have the meeting /discussion in the car as well as in the waiting room at the airport. So off Father went with his computer notebook, his DDA papers and ‘the dough’ he had to submit in the DDA office being chauffeured by his faithful ‘Vijay’ (whom he often called Bijoy much to the unuttered annoyance of the latter).  Father entered the Aiport lounge after buying a 20 rupee ticket ( he had to borrow Rs 20 from his visitor friend as he left his purse at home!). Almost an hour was spent discussing the upcoming Bill and Melinda Gates Project in NE India with an opened laptop on his lap. Later as his friend left and he walked back towards the door his feet felt funny and then as he looked down he was surprised to see two different chappals on his two feet (Mary’s blue and black one on his left feet and his newly bought brown one on the other feet!) Mama would have spotted that before he stepped out of home if she was there at home but sadly she was not – she was miles away aboard an east-bound Rajdhani perhaps silently praying that her folks back home would somehow survive in her absence!  Survived they did even though Daddy might have caused quite an amusement for the folks in the Airport!

Lunch again consisted of plain and soft rice (very well cooked indeed!) and plain dal (ML’s favourite, by the way!) and omelette (which ML is good at making! I tell you this boy is clever and made his Poppy happy!

Let’s jump the day and come to the evening. Daddy instructed the younger boy how to pump the water up. However he forgot to switch off even after 15 minute – actually it went on for almost about 45 minutes and the neighbourhood had water flowing some time as if to reduce the summer heat of Vasant Kunj!

Evening came and the older sibling brother started cooking dinner and before he could finish cooking Dal the gas stove went kaput. The gas was gone. The other barrel too was empty. Mother had told them to call the Agency on Monday morning but they did not remember and frantic call to the Agency at 7 30 PM did not helped. We borrowed a cylinder from C-9/9469 but somehow failed to connect it with the  regulator. Finally a telephone call brought Good Samaritan Saira to their rescue. So  boiling of the favourite Dal could continue. Later the kitchen had a strong smell of gas – was it leaking somewhere? Daddy did not know how to put it off at the regulator. Another frantic telephone calls. First to his trusted daughter in Mumbai but no response. Somehow the line could not come through. His faithful David did not answered his Mobile – he must have been driving! Finally David’s sister picked up David’s house number. She said ‘Uncle, you turn the knob of the regular to the right and it will be ‘off’. He did and indeed she was right – no more smell of the gas! Wasn’t she clever! She should be working in a Helpline Centre for male chauvinists!!

Today it was just a day and half since Mummy’s day out. They  have survived so far and sure enough they we will be a lot smarter by the time April 18 comes (exactly 12 days away!). By God’s grace they will pull through! Sure made them miss the girls (did you have nightmares about them Es’,  Mar’ and Ci’as your siblings with Poppy slogged??). Mummy did you confided with God to teach them  some lessons on survival skills? May be God forced you to leave them on by themselves just for a week or two to make them realise how dependent they really are on Mummy and the gals and how much they need you and indeed love you! Mummy, you should come back soon. You know they are smart and really learn things very fast – two weeks are not really needed to teach them a lesson – even one and half a day was enough! Come back soon Mummy they are missing you very very badly!!!


5/4/04 10 PM






Medical Missions - 2003


Medical Mission?

 Allow me to share with you some of the doubts and questions I have of what goes by the term ‘medical mission’ and also some of my own views about the same. This piece of writing is not to refute the current thinking on medical mission, but more as an exercise in bringing out the other side of the picture. As I write I realise that my work has nothing to reflect on what propositions I want to put forward here. I can only speak here as one ‘not having accomplished, but as one learning to know the right thing to do’.

What is medical mission? What we do we mean by the term – medical mission?
While the word mission in Christian parley is well understood why the suffix medical here? Do other professions also have separate missions such as education mission, agriculture mission, engineering mission etc? We hardly hear of such profession related missions except in medical and dental? Why?

What do usually passes off as medical mission?

What is the current understanding of medical missions? To do this what are the goals of medical missions according to some of our contemporary leaders in ‘medical missions’ –

A CEO of a national medical organization spoke of the organization he heads as  ‘a broader association of health care professionals committed to influencing healthcare in India’.

The impression one gets is that the objective of the organization is more of ‘medical’ concern than that anything else; and a good healthcare system seems to be the end result.

It was also mentioned ‘medical missions’ need to be vibrant and inclusive in response to the changing needs of the society.

As we cannot expect the ‘mission’ of Jesus Christ to change with time, it shows that the current emphasis is on the ‘medical’ part the term ‘medical mission’.

Sometimes one wonders if we are not using the word mission loosely in the same way the world does today e.g. literacy mission, immunisation mission, etc.

Sometimes there is an attempt to use the term ‘medical mission’ interchangeably with ‘healing ministry’. There is a tendency on the part of Christian health professionals to think that just because we are engaged in ‘healing’ (are we really involved in ‘healing’ is another question) somehow health professionals become the chosen perpetuators /inheritors of Jesus’ ministry in this particular field! This is to say the least - presumptuous!

Yet another CEO of a medical mission organisation states that ‘the duty of the churches is to proclaim the gospel’ and that of the Christian hospitals is to 'demonstrate the gospel and for this reason the churches need the Christian hospitals’.

This again I think is a very sweeping statement presuming that gospel can only or is best demonstrated by the work of the Christian hospitals and that they represent the visible face of the gospel. I believe Christians in all walks of life are called to demonstrate the power of the gospel in their lives and they all can irrespective of whether they belong to the ‘healing’ or medical profession or not.

The statement can almost be accused of considering medical professionals a group outside the ‘churches’ as if they are also not a part of the churches. The fact is each individual Christian is a part of the visible church(es) as also a part of being the body of Christ (the invisible church).

The same CEO sees the aim of Christian medical institutions as to impact the ‘culture of caring, in this country'. Unfortunately even here the emphasis is on the ‘caring’ – the medical side of it rather than on ‘mission’. He mentions about ‘redeeming medicine’ itself by redeeming the biblical prescription for caring and by doing so transform the whole country. The wording he uses would sound strange to someone who takes ‘mission’ as redeeming the lost (bringing back persons to Christ) and comparing this with ‘redeeming a profession or a professional conduct (caring culture)’ appears to be too tame!

Yet another Christian health care professional has demonstrated through their projects that ‘advocacy’ as a strategy can bring about even greater health and development impacts’ than hospitals and community health and development projects. The emphasis here is on bringing about health impact. 

Another leader has often asked this question ‘what health impact has a particular hospital brought about in the last 25 years or so’? What we expect of Christian hospitals seems to be that their eyes were opened on the healthcare needs of the area and that they engaged themselves to bring about positive changes. This type of question often lead us to a lot more other questions – is health impact the end result we are working towards? Do people come to missions primarily to bring about health impact such as to reduce morbidity and mortality rates or to communicate the gospel? May be the argument will be that if there is no result in the tangible/visible, how can you expect to have result in the intangible/invisible? There is definitely some truth in this kind of logic. However the whole idea of health impact measuring to determine our successes or failures in ‘mission’ is disturbing because if we are so caught up with physical targets, there is a danger of missing the mark altogether. 

There is a trend in thinking that all that ‘medical mission’ should do is to stand against the tide, to be prophetic and bringing about counter culture so that the medical profession is not misused. The dignity of the noble profession is to be maintained and not totally being swept away by consumerism, and commercialisation and politicisation of the profession. Again this is nothing but redeeming a profession. However noble, this cannot be compared to redeeming the lost humankind for Christ.

I agree with a colleague who said ‘mission is not (merely) working in a mission hospital but having a sense of calling (‘vocation principle’) and that such person can be working anywhere but has an ‘infused passion for God’. He further said that such persons need to be directed through information sharing and assisting them in their decision making process. Even after making decision for ‘mission’ they need to be given continuous nurturing, emotional support, etc. We all agree that there is a need for provision of such external on going support system. However but there is a lot of silence about an individual’s responsibility towards soul winning.

Present Christian hospitals can hardly be called ‘mission’ hospital. First there is hardly any proclamation of the gospel (If it done it is more as a routine duty through public address system or routine ward preaching). Secondly, the demonstration gospel is hardly there in reality. The majority of the work force consisting of doctors, nurses, and others are not there as a result of a sense of calling. They are there either for reasons other than missions. If we are to say the hospitals represent ‘the visible face of Jesus’ it is a bit difficult to swallow knowing that often Christian hospitals are distinguishable from other medical hospitals only by their names! Thirdly, the few staff who are there with a sense of calling are often smugly satisfied (or else far too preoccupied) with performing routine clinical works. Even if they want to ‘witness’, they hardly have any time. Agreed that they demonstrate the gospel, but is ‘mission’ complete without ‘proclamation’ (actually sharing the word of God)?

Medical Mission in medical colleges reaches out to students and as a result many have come to the saving knowledge of Christ. There is a lot of fellowship, encouraging each other and sharing of faith with others. I think it is the term ‘friendship evangelism’ that was used by Dr Nghakliana in his booklet ‘Medical Evangelism’. EMFI and UESI are doing tremendous work in colleges even today. As a result of their efforts many are led to find out more about ‘medical mission’. But the meaning of mission seems to undergo a sudden change outside the university campus.  There is no longer an emphasis on bringing people to Christ or winning souls. We are stuck with the ‘demonstration model’ while we are hardly on the demonstration mode.  From soul-winning mode in colleges, we shift gear to patient-caring mode ( or least that what we say we are/ or should be) in professional life.  Instead of impacting soul and spirit for eternity we aim at impacting lives in this world! We are in danger of moving away from seeking the approval of God to seeking that of the world!

What is mission? To understand this, we need to understand the mission of Jesus? Anything else falls short of ‘mission’ and we should not dilute the word by common usage as the world does.

To be really used of God, any one however highly trained and qualified would need to forget themselves, of who they are and were, what they were or might have been in the outside world, what kind of respectable and key positions their contemporaries and colleagues are holding and what they also could have been; but begin counting them as ‘dung’ even as Paul did of all his learning and his heritage, and be instead given to the furtherance of the gospel body, soul and mind. Then only God can use the ‘rod’ (tools) we have in our hand. If we reorient our thinking as to be stalwarts of the gospel rather than that of our noble profession, be prophets of God rather than be prophets of our profession and its noble practices, and so on God can use us, even us! Let us be in ‘Christ’s Mission’. Christians will always be salt and light (even without attempting to be) even as we engage ourselves in proclaiming the Gospel. Let us put a heavy dark shade over the ‘medical’ part what is termed ‘medical mission’. Let us be primarily ‘missionaries’ – people in mission to redeem the lost ‘world’ for Christ before His Second Coming whence we shall see all things as they really should be –redeemed of their ‘lost glory’, etc.


What are we now?

To my understanding, Christians institutions are just institutions owned and managed by Christians. They belong to the category of charitable NGOs. I believe medical professionals who are primarily missionaries started them. However the cause for which they had been established has now been largely forgotten. Winning people for Christ is not the top list of the agenda. Often there is no income is earned by doing this, this particular remains the most neglected. Not of course the least talked about. In fact the most talked about, but the least attended to. Most hospitals are in survival mode and so number of surgical operations done in a year and how it goes to support the running of the hospital is what catches attention in annual meetings but not the number of people receiving spiritual counselling. Numbers of people coming to OPD is important but equally important, nay, more important is the number of seekers who come to our hospitals.

Yes, I believe we have good hospitals and good projects (at least palpably better than many who are in our immediate neighbourhood). But we are nowhere near as good as our own trumpets! Many people genuinely believe we would be very different from others expecting us to be little Mother Teresas, but they might be sorely disappointed if they stay with us for a week and watch us very closely.

Where are we now?

We are, as I say, at the level of being good NGOs. There is so much we can do here. In fact we can stay here all days. Many of us think our place is here. To make an impact, to make a difference, and to show forth good models for the world to see and thus glorify God. I am sure God is glorified thus. May be we do demonstrate the gospel.

Where to go from here?

But the question remains – is God’s kingdom extended? Are souls being saved? I believe ‘mission’ is where we should go next? Mission is the area in which we should grow. Emphasis on mission will motivate the converted, should bring in more of the ‘constrained’ (the woe is me or necessity is laid upon me type of missionaries). As prayers are made to God for reapers to harvest his field, the Lord of Harvest will send forth (God will recruit!)!

Hospitals and projects then become ‘mission centres’ and there would be as much spiritual healing as there is physical healing. The ministry of healing and preaching would then go together as was done by Jesus and the early church and would no longer be compartmentalised as those who are engaged in ‘proclamation’ and those who are engaged in ‘demonstration’.


Langkham (31/08/2003 23:50)

Zomi Fellowship Calcutta 1988


My Calcutta Diary (1987-88) or ‘The year my son had his first Michael Jackson shoes’

After a stint of 2 years in what then was termed as a remote area posting place in Tujang Waichong Primary Health Centre under Senapati District in Manipur, I came to Calcutta for a course of Post Graduate Diploma in Public Health at All India Institute of Hygiene and Public Health (AIIH&PH). The last two years had been perhaps the most remarkable years in my government service as I had gone there with an attitude of ‘being sent there by God’. When my transfer order to go there came up a second term - the first one was canceled with interventions some good friends who had made a plea to concerned authorities that I be sent to another place – Parbung CHC – another difficult area but still within the district I resided. I knew forces beyond my power to resist were at work – from both the state and up above. My choice is to take it as yet another ’punishment posting’ or I could take it as from the Lord Himself and resigned to the fact that ‘God wants me there for some reason’ and like Jonah of the Old Testament, I had better obeyed it. So we prayed as a family and then I went off leaving behind my wife and my children in Lamka. ‘Saying that God was so real to me and was with me there in all circumstances’ could best sum up my experiences there for the whole period of my posting there.   At the end of 2 years I had asked God for one of any 3 options to be allowed by those in authority: (1) an opening in a mission field for me and my family to join, (2) a post graduate diploma course in Public health and (3) a posting near to my home. With God answering my prayer with the second option, I landed in Kolkata or what was then Calcutta and Chittaranjan Avenue became my abode for the next one year. 

The first thing I looked for was a Church I could go to on Sundays. Carey Baptist Church in BB Ganguli Street was nearby and so I became a regular churchgoer there making new friends as well as taking my friends to join the 8 o’clock Sunday morning service. These friends were people like PKD Lee, Joyce Angami, John Koh, Priyokumar, etc.

Second thing I tried to do was to maintain my regular morning quiet time and my Saturday evening fasting prayers in a room that I shared with two other senior doctors from CHS who were doing the same course with me. It was not difficult to maintain the morning devotions but the Saturday evening fasting prayer – even though – silent and quiet from my side needed the unasked for cooperation from my room mates. Thank God they were so condescending in accommodating the ‘queer’ me!

As I said I met many friends in the Church and one of them was Mr. PKD Lee, General Manager of Calcutta Mint. He offered me 2 things – one to join an extension theological course he is a part of and the other is to be a member of Gideon International of the Calcutta chapter. I joined the second and had wonderful experiences of placing and distributing Gideon Bibles in many hotels and schools and being part of its Friday Bible Study and Fellowship at a hotel in Park Street. I learnt much from my fellow Gideons. We also found out that we both were alumni of Haggai Institute (HI), Singapore. Later he resigned from a very senior position in the Government of India (he was then in the rank of Joint Secretary) and became a full time National and Regional Leader for HI International and me as Secretary of HI Alumni Manipur, together we conducted a number of HI Leadership Seminars in Manipur.
     
Another persons who became good friends in the Church were the family of John Koh (I hope I have his second name right). They were Chinese Calcuttan family who went to Africa as volunteers of a ‘missions’ agency but had to come back as John had a slip disk. They resettled in the city joining the family in the shoe manufacturing industry and were working in their small outlet in New Market. I became a frequent visitor to the New Market outlet and there we spent many happy evenings sharing our journey of faith in trying circumstances and encouraging each other and some times sharing delicious dishes of ‘beef guts’ prepared in the Chinese style! Could you believe my son Mung had his tiny pair of  ‘Michael Jackson Shoes’ during Christmas specially ‘made’ for him by Uncle John’s factory in Calcutta!

I came upon another most endearing and enduring friend in a strange sort of unexpected ways. One day my brother in law (Momoi) and his friends landed up in my hostel. They were supposed to go to Madras to be part of YWAM but they could not proceed further as their friends who were supposed to meet them and take them to Madras had already left and so they were stuck in the city. I made frantic phone calls and finally got the telephone number of Rev. Vijayan Pavamani of Calcutta Samaritans. He was running several projects one of which was Arunoday Midway Home in Narendrapur.  We admitted Momoi and his friend David there with me as their local guardian and later becoming an honorary counselor there for those who come from my state. Since then Rev Pavamani and I became comrade in arms in working among drug addicts and on issues of HIV/AIDS.  Since then 44 Ripon Street has become a place where I can go anytime with a sense of belongingness.

I must also make a passing mention of Rev Buntain of the AG Church in the city whom I came to know through mutual friends in the Gideons. We had some brief meetings only but I was enriched by his life and his love for the people of Calcutta. He death was one of the most peaceful departures – it was said he refused life supports and bid farewell to his family and friends by saying ‘I am going home’ and the next moment, off he went to glory, just like that! I attended his funeral and gave my respects to a great friend of the Calcuttans. Let me drop another name here – Mother Teresa whom I never had the opportunity to meet personally. I had made plans to see her works and visit her headquarter in Lower Circular Road but to my bitter regrets to this day, I never made it there or saw her in person!

There are folks from home working in the city. Mr. Khaikhanthang (Thangpi) Hangzo, Mr. Thiauzakhup Hangzo, Doupi Thomte, Thangzamuan Hauzel and some others to whose homes I was a regular visitor especially on Sunday afternoons sharing delicious homely foods cooked by their wives.  Two of them were my old school classmates in Mission Compound, Old Churachandpur in Manipur. We talked of home and also of starting a regular worship/fellowship someday in the city. In God’s timing and with their initiative, it finally saw the light of the day and the 25th year or Silver Jubilee Zomi Christian Fellowship, Kolkata will be celebrated tomorrow, the 2st December, 2012.

Another event I will always fondly remember was the day I decided to distribute Gideons Bible to all my fellow hostellers in AIIH&PH. I had spent a great deal of prayers for this occasion and when the day came I went from room to room and to each person I presented a Gideons Bible.  It might have looked a little odd to many – but everyone received it graciously and thankfully. The last person to whom I gave a set of choice selection was the Warden who happened to be a Professor of Occupational Medicine. Till I completed the course, I remained scared that I might not do well in my exams in the subject and that he might mock me by attributing my poor performance to my co-curricular activities! With God’s help, I did well in my exams eventually!

One clarity I got was about whether I should leave my ‘secular’ job and join missions full time and if so when.  I asked some more mature Christian leaders I met there in the city why in spite of desire to join missions, there seemed to be no opening for me in missions while my wife and I made several enquiries to agencies like IEM, BMMF. The advice I got was – keep on giving to God as much as time you have (outside your office working hours) and when He wants more from you then He will call you out to where your office working hours will then be in ‘missions’. That settled my mind and I continued in my government job till the day I was literally invited, in 1994, to join a mission agency full time by the then Executive Secretary of Emmanuel Hospital Association (EHA), Mr. Lalchuangliana (an IAS Officer who left his government job to lead the organization) and Dr Peter Deutschmann, a Surgeon turned Public Health specialist missionary from Australia.               

In the later part of 1988 when I returned home, my wife met me at the airport with a surprise – an appointment order as District Immunization Officer in Churachandpur district – in my own hometown – a position to which I am not quite entitled in my seniority but I had the chance to chosen with my new DPH degree. (How true are the verses  ‘seek ye first the kingdom of God and all these things will be added unto you’). In the next few years, I was given an additional responsibility to look after HIV/AIDS in the district under the Epidemiological Unit of State Medical Directorate. Some years later, HIV/AIDS provided an entry point for me to be missions and it became a part of my life since then till this day!

I would not write here about my years in Tujang Waichong PHC prior to coming for my DPH course. Nor would I also write some memorable events during this time itself such as the crowded buses where I was robbed of my purse while I was on my way to do small shopping or times when I got robbed while helping out a drug user to safely return to his home in Lamka! Life always had its challenges!

Langkham 30/12/2012 at 7:35 AM (written on the eve of 25th Anniversary ZCF Kolkata and of course the Eve of World AIDS Day)