While some of the world is now celebrating the annual Festival of Lights (Hanukah), many of us are grieving the loss of a great light in our lives and in our world. On December 4, 2010, a bright light and love faded from this earth when M.A. Thomas—Papa—died in his native India homeland.
For those of you who know me, you know about Papa. For those of you who don’t, Papa was an adoptive father to more than 15,000 orphaned and abandoned children in India since beginning his work with orphans in the 70s. He started over 25,000 churches in India through raising up pastors and missionaries in his 100+ Bible colleges and institutes. He has helped hundreds of leper colonies become self-supporting. He started a major hospital and hundreds of medical clinic outreaches to villages. He birthed a God-given dream of raising up one million orphaned and abandoned children to start one million Christian worship centers in places in India and other parts of Asia, a dream he has been working faithfully toward since.
I can’t describe the jumble of feelings this brings about for me personally, but certainly deep pain and loss are foremost among them. But my greatest sadness is for the many, many thousands—perhaps hundreds of thousands—of once street children, lepers, widows, prisoners, prostitutes, outcasts, and “untouchables” that are in deep mourning. I imagine their reactions all over India today and the days to come, losing perhaps the one person in this life who reached out to them to give them whatever he had in their greatest time of need, loneliness, desperation, and hunger. When no one else would touch them, or hug them, or feed them, or educate them, there was Papa.
There are so many stories of Papa’s tangible love for others—too many to count. When he was a young boy living in desperate poverty with only a little packet of rice for his lunch at school, he often gave it to someone else who seemed even more hungry. When he encountered someone without shoes or other apparel, he took off his own and gave them immediately. When he had a few rupees and no food at home, he gave them all to a needy person on the street. It’s hard not to be skeptical that one person could love and give that much, but Papa was the real deal. Just being in the same room with him, you could literally feel his love.
Papa started his ministry on March 23 (my future birth date), 1960, with “nothing” but a great faith. Through this faith and prayer, God enabled him to change a country. Today, through the message of One Million Arrows, Papa is impacting many families across the world. What an honor I had in sharing his call to action with you through this book. It’s my greatest hope and prayer that Papa’s life and mission will continue to bear fruit in even greater measures than ever before. Please consider sponsoring an orphan and also giving a copy of One Million Arrows as a gift this year to continue promoting the God-given message of love and change for the world through His arrows—the children.
I would also like to offer you the chance to read Papa’s narrated autobiography, Hands_that_Hold_the_World, (for free) to see the kind of person he was and the miraculous ways God worked in his life. Since he was a prolific writer, most of Papa’s inspiring testimony and pearls of wisdom are in his own loving and often humorous words.
I never wanted to believe God was going to take Papa so soon. I hoped and prayed God would heal him so he could continue his passion of working toward his vision. But apparently it was time to pass the baton to those of us who have heard Papa’s vision, who can bring the love of Jesus to every nook and cranny of the world by investing in the arrows. May we be found as faithful as Papa working toward that vision, because it is ultimately God’s vision for His children. I love the Septuagint versions of Papa’s life verse and mission:
“Behold the inheritance of the Lord, o sons the wage of the fruit of the womb. As arrows in the hand of the mighty, so are the sons of the ones who were outcasts. Blessed is the one who shall fill his desire out of them” (Psalm 127:3-5 LXX).
I’ve been saying a lot of goodbyes in my life in recent years, and this one hurts as much as any of them because Papa became like a father to me too. But I’d like to think that we’re getting close to the meeting of our loved ones once again. So for now, I won’t say goodbye. Instead, I’ll just say, “See you soon Papa.”