Between 2005 and 2007, I went to
Pakistan several times for personal reasons. My
father’s congregation (parish) was extremely gracious and welcoming. The parish invited me to either
conduct a mission or deliver a series of lectures during every visit. The experience was
invaluable in my own spiritual growth as it taught me immensely about faith and priorities in life.
In July 2005, I conducted Mission on 'Mission
and Ministry in a Pluralistic World', with the Provost of Saint Thomas Seminary
of the Church of Pakistan, the Rev’d Dr. Pervaiz Sultan. We had an interesting arrangement. Neither one of us had met each other before so we decided to work with each other through the
organizers and my father. I
conducted a youth seminar and preached on the models of ministry from the
gospel while Dr. Sultan preached on the concepts of ministry
from both the New and the Old Testament during the mission.
Well, it was exciting to see 500 plus gathered every evening to attend the worship and the dinner. The organizing committee hosted dinner every evening for the congregants. Youth Seminar was attended by 300 + and the joy and enthusiasm of the
congregation was infectious to say the least. Incidentally, I had to stretch out
my sermons every evening as most of the community expected me to preach for at least forty five to fifty minutes. The worship lasted from two to
two and a half hours every evening.
During the first worship service, I saw a slight man prostrating in front of the altar for a prayer. He was approximately five feet eight inches tall. He was so thin that it looked like the skin was stretched over bones. Sun had baked his skin crisp, and his clothes were worn out and stained with sweat. Later that evening, I found out that he had migrated to
Karachi from the same village my family hails from in search of a better
living. He worked as a gardener, from dawn till dusk, at various commercial and residential properties to support his wife and their five children. I was overwhelmed by his
resolve to provide for his family and his unwavering faith in God as he believed that God will answer his prayers and will bless his children. All of his children were exceptional students with dreams to earn their keep through decent and well paying jobs. It was a delight to engage
him in conversation(s) to learn more about his family and faith.
One hot autumn evening, during my third visit, he came
to my parents' house to receive his stipend for taking care of the church’s
gardens. My mother dispensed his stipend
in cash on behalf of the treasurer of the congregation. After receiving the stipend; he knelt down in our living room to give thanks to God and left with a delightful smile on his face. Few minutes later, he came back apologizing profusely for forgetting to return the money he had borrowed from my parents. He was left with only hundred rupees (Cad $
1.25) for next two days. Forty rupees he
put aside for his and his children's fare on public transport to work and school
with sixty rupees for groceries etc for next two days. He refused my mother's offer to keep the money (he had refunded) as he was not in need. And then looking towards the heaven, he thanked God again
and told God that one of these days God’s mercy and desire will change his
days. That was a sobering moment; I thought he was walking, working and living as yet by faith.
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