At one point, starving, hopeless, and depressed, he climbed a mountain to kill himself, but the Lord spoke to him audibly, calling him to serve Him. Later, he was led to go to a training course for indigenous pastors, but spoke no English, and was going to be sent home. He locked himself in his room and fasted and prayed for sixteen days, when he began speaking in tongues, which then changed to English, and he was supernaturally instantly granted the ability to speak and understand English.
Now he has founded over 11,000 churches in India, mostly among the Dalit, as well as orphanages, sewing schools for women to teach them to earn a living, wells for poor villages, help for widows and beggars, education and support for native missionaries, and much more. Now this is the Gospel in action. No matter how educated and cultured you are, or how beautiful your worship, or how lovely your own little life is, if you're not living like this to some degree, you're not living the Christian life. "Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and have not charity, I am become as a sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal," and "When you did it not unto one of these, the least of my brethren, you did it not unto me."
When someone like Devan tells you that you are a good man and forms a special bond with you at once, it makes you feel good about yourself; you have to trust his spiritual discernment. I've been rather doubting myself and my relationship with the Lord recently, and this is exactly the encouragement and confirmation I needed that I am not, in fact, crazy or delusional. Thank you, Lord. And thank you, brother Devan.
This is Kokkiligadda, my new Indian "daughter". Unlike those massive charities you see on TV, I have a direct connection with her through Devan. I already love her.
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