August 1998. We had gone as missionaries from Chennai
to Kolkata with our four month old son, Giftson. There was this timid and poor Santali tribal girl from a small village from the neigbouring state of Assam. She
looked tall and pale. Her tribal dress looked worn-out too. Many students like Maduri had come in the same week of our arrival there to the then run down old facility
of Calcutta Bible Seminary (CBS). During the first week as I kept building my bonds
with the new students, I found Maduri wearing the same dress all through. I
wanted to help her. As a family newly shifted to the city of Calcutta, I had
only taken few of my best sarees. The rest of our household things were yet to
come. I gave Maduri some of my sarees. She accepted my gift with her typical
smile. It took some more days for me to understand that she came from a tribal
culture where they choose to wear the same dress until it wears out. This
incident gave us an opportunity to teach students like Maduri about basic
cleanliness and hygiene.
She used to talk to me quite often over phone to the extent
that sometimes I had to say, “Maduri, I am in the middle of this work. Can you
call mea little later?” Now I know that I have to wait for my turn to talk to her
in heaven. Her main concern in all those telephone calls centred around one
cause. She was deeply concerned for her own tiny village in Assam. She shared
about the frequent tribal wars in her place which have left so many as orphans. I also learnt through her that children in her place have no access to good education. She often
told me of her willingness to donate a huge piece of land for building a school
and was pressing me hard to visit her place in this regard. I regret that I
could not plan a trip while she was alive.
Maduri was basically not a healthy girl. Since she traveled widely and frequently her health which was already poor, started to deteriorate. Phone conversations became less frequent in the last few months. When I
enquired through other sources I was told that her health grew worse with
repeated attacks of typhoid. I was also told that in spite of her poor health
conditions, she did her ministry faithfully in Gujarat and
Jharkhand until November. Choosing to remain as a single, she toiled hard like apostle Paul .
Maduri was an average student at CBS. She was not so good at academics. But I remember during her final year of studies in 2002, when CBS
ministry by then had extended its activities in the Sundarban islands, it was
she who opted to go as a missionary first there. She and another student named
Shenbagavalli started to work in the Namkhana block, a totally unreached area
with the gospel, by staying in a rented house. Today churches and worshipping
groups have come up not only in that block but in several other blocks in
Sundarbans, all because of the pioneering ministry of students of Calcutta
Bible Seminary like Maduri.
Maduri after graduation went as a missionary to Gujarat. She
was still timid but her missionary zeal was great. She joined VBS ministries which
has its headquarters in Palayamkottai, Tamil Nadu. She travelled the
lengths and breadths of India to places in Gujarat, Jharkhand and West Bengal.
She used to come to Bangalore quite often (we by then had moved to this city from
Calcutta) bringing candidates from various states for VBS training. She visited
our house in Bangalore and saw Giftson, our son grown as a young lad by then.
During one visit, I saw her thrust a 500 rupee note in his hand and she said,
“Giffy this is for you.” It was a moving scene for me because I could see the
way God had transformed Maduri not only spiritually but also economically. During
that visit sitting near to her, I heard from her stories regarding translating children's materials in various languages and about conducting VBSs ' in remote villages in India. I told her, “Maduri, you
are a lady apostle to our nation.” She smiled back.
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20 December, 2012. I was conversing with Rita, a contemporary and friend of Maduri, during our mission trip in the Sundarban islands. I was thinking a lot about Maduri on that day and was
desperately wanting to talk to her over phone, only to know later that it was on
this very same day she went to be with the Lord forever. Tearfully I went down
my memory lane bringing back thoughts of all that Maduri meant to me. In the midst of tears, a wave of happiness overwhelmed me when I began to think about her contribution to our nation as a lady apostle. One
thing that is bothering me however is her vision for her village in Assam for “a
school.”
One day I want to visit Maduri’s place with a team and then would prayerfully
look forward to see a school built in memory of her. And I want my friends and well-wishers to be in that team to see
Maduri’s dream come true!
"She did what she could." (Mark 14:8)
"She did what she could." (Mark 14:8)