An Encounter with a Man of God, a Man of Prayer,
and His Inspiring Legacy
After 18 long years since our last meeting, I
had an overwhelming desire to reconnect with an old professor. He's a humble
and devout man, someone deeply connected to his faith. This time, we were
determined to make it happen. I was confident that the landscape between
Kanjikuzhy and Managanam in Kottayam had undergone significant changes,
especially as I was approaching from the opposite direction compared to my
previous visits.
About a kilometer away, I had a chat with a
nearby auto-rickshaw driver, describing my vivid recollection of the area. I
asked him for help in recognizing the current scenery and locating the turn I
needed to take. To my pleasant surprise, finding my way in was a breeze, as the
gate stood wide open, much like the welcoming spirit of the home itself from
years past.
It was 9:15 AM, and as we arrived, I noticed
Aunty, the professor's wife, in the garden. She recognized me by face, although
my name had slipped her memory, which was understandable.
The professor was resting at home when we arrived,
but within a few minutes, he appeared and walked slowly but with a joyful
expression. "I will say..." he said, implying that he would recall who I was.
To my surprise, he managed to recollect some of my details. He was quite
advanced in age and had physical ailments but seemed to be so happy, and radiated strength
and energy.
Back in 1986, I was on my first journey to
Tiruvalla with a mission to minister to campus students through UESI Kerala. My
initial destination was Mar Thoma College, but before that, I had to seek
guidance from Prof. M.C. John, affectionately known as 'MC John sir'. His home
was conveniently located near the college.
During the early years, student ministry on
most campuses received significant support from educators like him on campuses. UESI, as a
national ministry, played a pivotal role in reaching and mentoring students for
the Kingdom, transcending denominational boundaries.
During our first meeting, he inquired about
my pet name, a simple two-syllable nickname. From that point onward, in all our
subsequent encounters, he exclusively referred to me by that name, a name only
known to my family, relatives, and my native neighborhood.
His home was truly open to students, and
anyone who visited felt completely at ease. He didn't merely teach or preach to
them; instead, he shared a few words that provoked their thinking and left a lasting impact for eternity.
Conversations at his home had the power to influence anyone for the rest of
their life.
Here's one such memorable sketch. On a certain
occasion, we engaged in a conversation about prayer and the words we choose
when we pray. He mentioned a poem with these lines: "Prayer is the soul's
sincere desire, uttered or unexpressed ..." Then, he went into his study,
retrieved a small pocket-sized hymnal with a red cover, and turned to that
particular page. It was an 18th-century hymn written by James Montgomery.
James Montgomery (1771-1854) was a Scottish-born poet, hymn writer, and influential newspaper editor based in Sheffield, England. Renowned for hymns like "Angels from the Realms of Glory," he also used his role as editor of the Sheffield Iris to champion social causes like abolishing slavery and improving factory working conditions. His hymns, known for their lyrical and religious depth, are still sung worldwide. Montgomery's contributions to literature, journalism, and hymnody earned him recognition, and he passed away on April 30, 1854, leaving a lasting legacy.
"Prayer
is the soul’s sincere desire
Uttered or unexpressed
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast
Prayer
is the burden of a sigh
The falling of a tear
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near
Prayer
is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high
Prayer
is the Christian’s vital breath
The Christian’s native air
His watchword at the gates of death
He enters heav’n with prayer"
I jotted down those initial four stanzas in
my notebook, and over the past 37 years, I've revisited them countless times.
Those lines have left a profound impression on me, and as I delve into Bible
passages, I've discovered that the verses align closely with scripture.
Surprisingly, I've never heard anyone sing this hymn anywhere. However, in more
recent years, when I've personally discussed it with someone, I've shared my
thoughts about it.
Thanks to the internet, I now have the hymn
at my fingertips, including recordings that I can play. The lyrics of this hymn
continue to inspire me as time goes on.
"Prayer
is the contrite sinner’s voice
Returning from his ways
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold! He prays!”
Nor
prayer is made on earth alone
The Holy Spirit pleads
And Jesus at the Father’s throne
For sinners intercedes
O
thou by whom we come to God
The Life, the Truth, the Way
The path of prayer thyself hast trod
Lord, teach us how to pray"
My interactions with M.C. John sir were limited, but even so, if we were to gather and document the reflections of each of his mentees, the volume of anecdotes and memories would undoubtedly be substantial. Many of us, particularly those from the EU background and those who crossed paths with him during their time in Tiruvalla, share a deep longing to meet him once more.
Now, M.C. John Sir may be fragile and weak, but
his spirit remains strong, and he still enjoys engaging in conversation.
Sometimes, he pauses to inquire about us, seeking updates. He shows a genuine
interest in the details, asking about us, our families, and even our children,
wanting to know what they are currently involved in. During our recent meeting,
as Jessy and I were seated diagonally across from him, he shared many of his
recent insights gained from interacting with various individuals.
He spoke about remarkable instances where the
Lord's touch and divine intervention were evident, both in the experiences
others shared with him and in his own life. He described moments when the Lord
spoke to him directly, revealing things as he prayed.
He recounted stories, like being invited to speak at the inaugural ceremony of a temple, where he had the opportunity to share the gospel and talk about the Savior. At the event, one of the priests recognized his name and recalled his sister's encounter with him at Mar Thoma College. She had received a Bible from him and it had far-reaching repercussions among other things.
These anecdotes underscored the profound
impact of his faith, prayer, and ministry.