From a Doctor’s Diary...
FEBRUARY 1
I am returning to a tribal village where my husband and I worked nine years ago (1992). It is an hour and a half drive from the nearest town into one of the jungles of Orissa. Tigers, bears and pythons on the road are occasional treat to missionaries especially in the nights. The village is the same as it was nine years ago. I am welcomed by the staff and the forty children of the Blessing Children’s Hostel. I am given a cute one room apartment where I can also cook. So I am very comfortable. I had already started to take Chloroquine pills as prevention against malaria.
Our Blessing Children’s Hostel houses 40 children of new believers who otherwise would be roaming around the forests. They are sent to the village school. The teacher was angry with their Christian faith and made them sit on one side of the classroom. During inspection the Inspector found the answers to his questions coming from one corner only. He enquired and found out they were children from the Blessing Hostel and appreciated them. The next day the teacher made the children mingle and sit with the rest. Our children rejoiced at this unusual answer to their prayer.
Now the keys to the school cupboards are entrusted to our children because they are found trustworthy. Our children bagged 25 prizes in the local Panchayat sports in which 10 schools participated. They played with the village cricket team five times and won four matches. One ended in draw. Mrs. Florence Jaisankar, who joined Blessing Youth Mission after resigning as social welfare officer in CMC, Vellore, is in charge of the hostel. She does an excellent job. She is now elected for the second time to be in the Govt. School committee. Because our children would not pay for idol worship festivals, the school committee decided to throw out all the Christian children. But someone said, “Then we’ll lose the cream.” So the decision was withdrawn.
A boy was admitted to the hostel anaemic, puffy and with protruding abdomen. He was dewormed and anaemia treated. The mother who came to see him some months later started lamenting, “Oh, my baby! He was so fair and fat with a full abdomen. Now his face is thin and dark. Where is his abdomen? Do you feed him or not?” and started shouting at the staff.
FEB 2
An associate editor of a local newspaper from the nearest town visited us and threatened to publish things against us if we would not pay him Rs. 5000/-. We refused.
FEB 3
The editor of the same newspaper came and we served him coffee. He enquired about our work and said they received evil report about our work. I said there are people who exploit the tribals. That should be condemned in his magazine. We invited him to join us for lunch and I shared my testimony. He declined the offer, apologised profusely for his coworker’s demand for money and left.
There are tiles piled against the wall of my bedroom from which a snake puts out its head, wags its neck, and goes in. We cannot kill it because the pile is too big. So I have to sleep next to a snake separated only by a wall. I shut the window tight. Temperature plummets to probably 5 degrees Celsius and I slither into my sleeping bag because my roof is just asbestos. Mosquitos are few but they are guns loaded with malarial parasites.
One of our goats fell sick and we cut it off. I feel sorry for Ranjan, a 9 year old, living with his mother in the campus. Nine years ago she brought him as a baby with cornea sloughed in both eyes. We treated his eyes and told the mother that he would have no vision. Her husband kept urging her to kill the baby. But she refused and came to live in the campus with the baby and was employed as the hostel cook. The boy grew up. Surprisingly now he can see through the periphery of the cornea and runs about playing with other children. I keep wondering if a corneal transplant would help. Atleast he can go to school.
I get up at five, finish my exercises, sweep, mop, wash clothes and vessels, cook breakfast and lunch. Birds chirp, the cool breeze blows and I look around the village nestling in the forest. Mango trees are in full bloom and the scent wafts across the campus. You walk a quarter kilometre in any direction and you enter the forest.
Tribals in their colourful dresses walk the streets with baskets on their heads. By 9 a.m. I sit with my Bible in the clinic and wait for patients. 10 to 25 come everyday. But Tuesdays are market days and we get 40-50 patients. Tribals who graze cattle collect cattle from 10 to 20 houses and take them into the forest. When they return in the evening they are given a bowl of porridge and a cup of curry in each house. That’s their salary everyday. It was so 9 years ago and it is still so today. Who will dare change it? I wonder. A few children go to school. Many do not. Now family planning operation is done in the Primary Health Centre unlike 9 years ago. Some have it done. Many do not, because they do not know how many of their children would survive.
FEB 4
A boy with swollen infected genitalia was brought by worried parents.
FEB 5
The boy had improved remarkably and the parents brought tomatoes from their garden, faces full of smile that thrilled our hearts. A middle aged man was brought with rapid loss of vision. We referred him to a nearby mission hospital. He was found to suffer from retinal detachment and could not be helped much. I feel sorry and helpless.
I am surprised I am still able to communicate and read and sing in Oriya. The old serpent peeped out and showed its cloven tongue.
EB 6
Today is market day. Tribespeople from interior villages walk upto 25 km to enjoy the fare. It’s their day out. They bring their produce for sale and return in the evening. Many vegetables are now available in the market and also fresh water fish. Five bundles of greens is one rupee! Kendu is a wild fruit eaten fondly by bears and sold in the market. It is small, round and yellow and tastes like sappota. I like it. I have to like it because that’s the only fruit available in the village other than plantains and occasionally papaya. I go marketing every Tuesday for an hour. Ants with ant eggs are sold in cups made of leaves. The people cook and eat them. Still people go by the sun and not by the clock. When we ask their age they innocently reply, “You only will know. You are educated.”
FEB 7
Went walking through the village and talked to some womenfolk. The newspaper brings report of people dying of starvation in Bargarh district reeling under a drought. Able bodied men and women leave for other districts or states in search of jobs. Sometimes they are exploited and return disappointed. Many leave behind their aged parents, who are unable to travel, to the mercy of fate. Many of these old people die of starvation. Many take a bath once in 15 days if they are lucky to get some water. Today’s newspaper says a couple sold their 3 year old child to buy medicines for their ailment. My heart is stirred within me. How can I keep reading such things day after day and do nothing? May be we can start a feeding centre. The
Lord wakes me up in the middle of the night to pray for these people. I must make a trip to this district and survey some villages where the famine is acute. God help me.
FEB 8
Today is common fasting prayer and missionaries, about 25 of them, from surrounding villages gather for prayer from 10 to 4. I shared the Word. Missionary couple Mr. & Mrs. Gideon Pani brought two big live bats for me to feast on. I appreciated their gesture but could not eat them! Missionaries conduct 4 Sunday Classes in the village for 25-50 children in each. Some adults also sit and listen. One ladies prayer is conducted and 11 ladies attend.
FEB 9
There was a sack load of medicines in the clinic. Sorted them out. There were medicines for TB, malaria, dysentery, diarrhoea, worm infestation, arthritis, peptic ulcer, asthma, infection, malnutrition and a whole lot! I was excited, praising God for the doctors who gave away their precious medicines and our friends who collected and sent them to us. Bless these people, Lord, and reward them in Your Kingdom!
Our missionary Doctor Jaisankar who has taken care of the Clinic for the past 9 years has established a good name. People have developed a confidence in him and testify that they get well if they came to the Blessing Clinic. He once saw a woman dying of tuberculosis. Her husband deserted her seeing her bring out copious blood in her sputum. She was started on treatment. She recovered and her life was changed. Her husband joined her and he too was saved. He was found to have tuberculosis and treated. Today they have two children and they are our native workers.
I am excited to see believers from Balugaon area travelling 24 hours to arrive here for the Discipleship Training Camp that starts tomorrow. Praise the Lord. Missionaries Sushant Digal and Prabhathi invited me for lunch.
FEB 10
Had a very nice day. Saw 10 patients. Nirmala, 6 months pregnant, came very sick having continuously vomited for over five days. She has had seven bottles of IV fluids and injections elsewhere. Her eyes were sunken. We gave her Perinorm injection. Night we shared this with other missionaries at the 7.30 prayer and prayed.
Went with Prabhathi for the Scripture Class; 25 children and 8 ladies attended. She is very good and talented. A tribal man was bringing down a pot of juice from atop a palm tree. I enquired about it and learnt that it was fresh juice. They all drink it including children. Only the next day it will become toddy. I drank a glass. It was too sour and too sweet. They said the morning syrup tastes better. Decided to give it a try!
Missionaries Mohan, Ponnusamy, Samal and others arrived for the DTC along with 65 campers. I gave the opening message on Discipline. I was excited. The strategy by Missionary John Thomas, Coordinator for the State of Orissa, is excellent. Missionaries labour in over 150 villages. When there is a group of believers the best of the lot is chosen and brought to the DTC and taught how to pray, read the Bible, witness, and so on. He becomes the leader of the little flock. If he does well he is recruited as a native worker. Now we have over 70 such workers. It is tremendous.
FEB 11
Nirmala’s vomiting has stopped and she was smiling and eating. Praise God! What a reward for us! The campers removed the pile of tiles and killed the six foot snake and two big black scorpions. Thank God! I can now sleep in peace. Went to the ladies meeting in the village with the missionaries and shared my testimony in broken Oriya. A lady with deformed hands and feet due to leprosy was there. If I had come here immediately after I fininshed my MBBS she would be a normal person today, married with children. Guilt scratches my heart.
FEB 12
Walked with a tumbler for the morning syrup. Soon word spread that I go everyday for a “drink!” So I had to stop it. I have to forego this B-complex rich drink so as not to be a hindrance to others.
Walked to a nearby village for Scripture class with missionaries. After they taught, I taught the 50 children about scabies with flash cards in story form. I decide to do it from house to house. Prabathi learnt how to do it and got the cards from me. I am so happy to see the enthusiasm and faithfulness of missionaries.
Even simple things like the newspaper bring me great joy here. Missionaries keep sending me food and fruits. There is always too much to eat. Bilod and Rebekah Mandi sent me a whole plate of food and milk and egg! Getting ready for tomorrow’s trip to our mission station at 6 hrs’ distance.
FEB 13
The old jeep roared through the rugged roads. Missionaries Sarasa and Ponnusamy received me warmly. Mrs. Bimala Samal and Christina Christopher with baby Hannie said hello to me and started off for the ladies meeting. I decided to accompany them though tired. Seven ladies attended the meeting. It was good I went.
Staying in our missionary’s house. I am embarassed to walk through their bedroom in the night to the bathroom. The toilet with no light and no running water is at the far end of the compound and I throw the torch around to check for snakes and scorpions. The bathroom is roofless and doorless with a sari hanging for a curtain. I draw water from the well and wash my clothes in the platform around. I feel like a real missionary! The comforts of urban life seem to lose their magic compared to these rich experiences and I wish I live here all my life.
FEB 14
Started at 9 am to a village 50 km away. We turn from the tar road into a mud road and we are bathed in red dust. Missionaries come by twowheelers. Great people! There is no better word to describe them. God bless whoever gave this old jeep. I keep praising God for the jeep. The driver’s wife is a believer brought to the Lord by missionaries Premalatha and Chezhian. She is going blind due to retinal disease and only a miracle can restore her vision. The driver pleads with me for help. Lord, please.
We arrive at the village and the native worker’s family emerges from a hut. Soon the believers gather at the worship shed we have constructed — about 50 in number. They bring rice, grains and vegetables in plates as their offering. The entire village except four families has trusted in the Lord. These people were beaten up and their grains burnt by neighbouring villagers. Once they came when the men folk were away. Missionaries were away too. But our native worker’s wife has challenged the gang. Seeing the furious woman they retreated. The tribal women were full of gratitude. Thank God for such Jhansi Ranis! I shared in “my” Oriya and Mrs. Samal translated it to “their” Oriya!
We leave for the next village and arrive an hour later. 35 gathered. I am very encouraged and my heart flutters to imagine the future. Our team of 6 Tamil and 44 Oriya workers here has congregations in 80 villages. The first believer in this village is the pastor now. We visit some houses. People carry the only two chairs in the village from house to house for us and we assure them we can sit on bamboo mats.
A man is brought to me for backache. He feels better after coming to Church. I discover he has got TB in his spine. Another child was brought with swollen tuberculous lymph glands. Can the Mission afford to treat all such patients? “Lord, are these people condemned to death?” I cry. There is a gentle whisper in my heart, “No, you have money. You can treat them.” I resist the idea. “Lord, for how many will my money be enough? I can write in our Magazine and appeal for funds.” “If you don’t give, who will?” The whisper stops. I am disturbed till we reach a small town.
We visit our missionaries and then the Tribal Girls Hostel. There are 20 in the age group of 5-8, belonging to Kui, Saura and Kond tribes. They are strictly instructed to speak only in Oriya except during playtime. They are unbelievably smart and stage their action songs for me. A five year old was still being breastfed when she was separated from her mother and brought to the hostel. Their parents are unable to recognise them now. They sit around me, hug my neck for a photograph and run away to play. Their faces reflect joy, deliverance and contentment. How many more such darlings are still wandering the jungles, carrying firewood on their heads with hands full of scabies, easy victim for rapists or to be married at 13? My heart shudders at the thought and I quickly shut it down for fear of becoming neurotic. After eating with our missionaries Prakash and Sudhama, who are incharge of the hostel, we leave at 7.30 pm. I pray very hard to see a tiger or bear on the way. No luck.
It’s been a long day and I quickly fall asleep, happy not to listen to God’s voice again that makes me feel guilty all the time. I know I have not sacrificed enough and I don’t need to hear God’s voice on that again and again.
FEB 15
50 Missionaries gathered for fasting and prayer. Some had to go to the funeral of one of our believers who died of tuberculosis. Death due to tuberculosis! Ridiculous in the 21st century! Excellent medicines, PG doctors, Government schemes! Only thing lacking is money. No, that’s not the truth. We have money, but we don’t want to give it away. Somewhere in my heart the bell rings again.
FEB 16
Return journey. Our vehicle is stopped for checking. We have not obtained No Objection Certificate to drive in Orissa. We start praying. The driver tells the police that the lady doctor is in and we have to go urgently and they wave us off. We vow to be careful hereafter. We see a poor blind man and give him a 50 rupee note. He is shocked and exclaims he has never in his life pocketed a 50 rupee note. My heart melts. In Tamilnadu some beggars have bank accounts! Here the story is different.
Our missionary has aranged a meeting in the next town and we stay overnight. 150 hungry hearts gather to listen to the Word of God. There is no telephone in the village where I stay. So I call my husband and daughter from here. They urge me to return quickly.
FEB 17
Arrived back from where I started. Very tired. Could not go to the Blessing Festival in the nearby village as planned. It is a believers’ retreat where about 300 believers gather for a 5 day retreat. Missionary Mohan from Maharashtra was the speaker. He touched on Cinemas and TV and was later told that none of them had seen Cinema or TV! A big fat man had come walking 20 km with his wife arriving breathless. Our missionaries thought he had come to give trouble. But it seems he had read my books and wanted to meet me. I was so moved. Somehow I should meet this family.
FEB 18
Travelled to see the missionary children’s Boarding School at Lamtaput, 2½ hrs drive from our station. Prof. Ivan Balasingh the Correspondent quickly organised a function for us and I rejoiced to see the missionary kids play the guitar, sing, dance and act. How the children of our early missionaries suffered! We are thankful to God for this dedicated man and his school.
We visited the Asha Kiran Hospital and discussed with the doctors about the latest treatments which we noted down. This adjacent mission hospital is a boon to us for any emergency. Our missionary kid Wesley Jaisankar was diagnosed as on the verge of cerebral malaria and was treated here. He is alive today by the grace of God. His mother Florence was operated for ectopic pregnancy and her life was saved.
On the way back the Lord broke my heart. I said, “Lord, I will use my money for the suffering sick. Now I will withdraw Rs. 5000/- and then as and when the need arises.”
On arrival back I am handed over a letter from my friend Divya. She writes, “I went around collecting money for Orissa medical ministry. A friend gave Rs. 5000/- and said it is to be used only for TB patients.” Oh God! I could not beleive my eyes. “God, You are so faithful.” I was ashamed of myself. Truly ten fingers clutching the two loaves and five fish must release them first if 5000 and more are to be blessed. And certainly there will be twelve baskets left over!
FEB 19
Orissa Advisory Committee gathers. It is a body of senior missionaries to plan Orissa ministry. Good idea.
FEB 20
Gurupoojari came with an ulcer 2" x 1.5" of one year duration. I suspected it to be a tuberculous ulcer and started him on treatment. It healed in a week to my utter surprise and he is extremely happy. I am confused. Is it a miracle? Stopped treatment and asked him to come once a month.
A lady came with her mother-in-law complaining of weakness, etc. She was terribly sick but I couldn’t detect anything. I gave her multivitamin and asked her to come after a week. Once outside the clinic the mother-in-law wanted some oinment for an ulcer on her toe. Immediately this lady said, “I also have an ulcer since 6 months.” You won’t believe. There was a 3" x 2" inguinal gland with two discharging ulcers! She is recovering now.
FEB 21
I should be leaving for Vellore today. Our tickets are booked for Yemen for the 7th of March. But the people here are tugging at my heart. Relieved to hear from my husband that he would cancel my ticket to Yemen but to return early.
So many with tuberculosis, scabies, malaria, eczema and they can’t pay for the treatment. I am thinking of asking them to bring poultry instead of money. We teach people to use soap for bath and not to bathe in the pond where they wash their buffaloes.
I completed my MBBS in 1969 and DCH in 1973. Most of my medical knowledge has evaporated since I had to settle down for an itinerant preaching ministry with my husband. I cry to God that I am not even fit to be a compounder now. But God tells me He wants only live dogs, not dead lions.
A lady died because she could not deliver her second child. A caesarean would have saved her life. We came to know only after she died. It is so hard to watch such things. Now people are afraid to pass by her grave because they believe a baby was buried alive and the ghost would haunt the place. How much Christianity and the Bible influence the thinking of people!
A lady refused to accept Jesus Christ as her Saviour. The reason—“You will bury me in a box and how will I breathe?” Another lady when told, “God will rain fire from heaven on sinners” answered, “If fires fall from heaven I will go to my mother’s house. It is only 5 km from here!”
FEB 22
Both parents leaving a child to the mercy of grandparents or neighbours is common. Father goes with one and mother with another. It hurts me to see the frightened, insecure look on the children’s faces. All I can do is to promise them free treatment whenever they are brought.
Night falls at seven and soon the village is engulfed in darkness. Since there are no street lights you can’t even go to the petty shops alone. Now it’s time for the drunkards to roam around. I wonder if poverty breeds durnkenness or vice-versa.
‘Kukura’ is dog and ‘kukuda’ is chicken. I very often end up asking, “Did you have dog curry today?”
FEB 23
Heard a heart-warming testimony. Mariamma’s husband developed tetanus and became very bad. He was taken to a nearby hospital where doctors gave up hope. Seeing his plight, our missionaries contacted the mission hospital and he was advised some injections and medicines. The village people started wailing. But he recovered and came home. The government hospital doctor said that it was his God who saved him. Seeing him, eight families have newly joined the Church.
When we dispense medicines for babies, mothers want to know if they should take it or the baby!
There is no need to worry about cholesterol because cakes and ice creams are not available here!!!
FEB 24
Missionary brothers brought a man found lying on the road since four days, 3 km from our centre. It seems he was naked and one of our believers had clothed him. We gave him a warm bath and he drank fluids. He could not talk but tears rolled down his eyes. Dr. Jaisankar suggested he could be suffering from cerebral malaria and that we give him injection Chloroquin and take him to the Primary Health Centre for I.V. drip. The doctor at the PHC attended to him very well. We took turns to sit by his side. But he became unconsious.
FEB 25
He died. Blood was positive for malarial parasite. The labourers refused to dig a grave for Christians. Brothers went to the nearby village to ask the pastor for permission to bury him in the Christian graveyard, and found the pastor drunk. Finally we somehow buried him. I thought, “Lord, we did so much. Will all go waste?” The Lord said, “Mary broke the alabaster bottle for My death and burial. It was not a waste.” Whatever we do for a dying man is not a waste. God will reward us.
FEB 26
The CBI has gone to the family with whom I stay in transit andenquired, “Why has Dr. Lilian Stanley come? We want to meet her next time she comes here.” “Lord, give me wisdom.”
Two missionaries arrive at the centre very disturbed. A believer had given place in his premises to build a church, and also his hut for our missionary to stay in the village. Now he has backslided and demanded money from our missionary, verbally abused him and beat him. He refused to let people into the church. Senior missionaries went and settled the matter amicably.
A mother came with her four children all with scabies. I asked her to give 50 Rupees (US $ 1) and I will treat all six. She said she would sell her tamarind and bring the money and went away. Pity welled in my heart.
The government doctor and his friends visited our campus. They were very appreciative of what we did for Gabriel (for so we had named the nameless man). They were impressed with our campus. On the streets people stopped us and enquired about him. “Only Christians do such things. Their religion is good,” they commented. Many smile at us and show us respect.
FEB 27
Census people came. The lady came in her nightie!
Happy to see Sonai. She was sent to the nearby hospital and was sent back saying nothing was wrong with her. I too didn’t find anything except that she was weak. She vomited all her food everyday. Suddenly I remembered what I studied 30 yrs ago. I made her drink lot of water and observed her abdomen. Her stomach bulged and rolled. Visible gastric peristalsis! A frank case of pyloric stenosis. We sent her to the same hospital with a note and she was promptly operated. I floated on the clouds for having diagnosed the case! Over and above the concession given in the hospital they had to sell a pair of oxen to pay the bill. I felt fulfilled and said, “Lord, you can take me home now.” I wanted all the churches in the whole world to ring their bells!
A Kond tribal man with bow and arrow hung across his shoulder entered the clinic and sat in the doctor’s chair. He seated his wife in the stool. I was so thrilled at the scene that I controlled my smile and didn’t disturb him. In fact I was happy. Nine years earlier they had not seen a stool and when asked to sit they would squat on the floor near the stool! I couldn’t understand head or tail of Kond dialect and I had to get an interpreter. I felt sorry for not possessing a camera. 48 patients today!
FEB 28
Giving medicines or injections makes me very nervous. God help me. One of our goat kids was dragged by two wolves into the forest and eaten. Went 2 km into the jungle to see the sad spectacle. The shepherds showed us the waterhole where the tigers and bears come to satiate their thirst. Felt nervous but they assured us that they come only in the night. Plucked figs from a tree loaded with fruits. Bears come to eat these.
A 1½ year old child was brought struggling for breath, lungs solid with pneumonia. In Vellore we would have put her in the oxygen tent and CP 6 hrly. We had neither. But she improved well with antibiotic syrup and prayer. Parents were very happy.
A 15 year old shepherdess was brought by her in-laws for infected scabies. I advised her Ascabiol for Rs. 20/- and that all in the house (6) be treated. They went away unable to pay. They sent the girl to her parent’s house. When parents brought her she was full of pus and swelling and could not even sit. They begged to give time for payment. I gave her antibiotics. They never turned up for Ascabiol. We have decided to call her and treat both families free so the marriage will not break. In cities marriages break over jewels or mobike or TV, but here for just 20 Rupees.
The jeep had gone. So went to a village about 25 km away by bike on a dusty road. About 40 gathered. I was surprised the way Oriya flowed from my mouth. Yes, “They who believe shall speak in new languages!” After the service when I shook hands, a girl hesitantly brought out her hand from under her sari. I recognised the multilated hands. My eyes darted to her feet. Yes, it was Champa whom I met 9 years ago! I remembered the glistening tears in her eyes. Visited her house and comforted her. Tears freely flowed from her deereyes. Her brother is a worker with us now. He remains unmarried for his sister’s sake. Who knows what dreams lie shattered within? My heart weeps and I feel so powerless to prevent the tragedies of life.
Our bike’s tyre was deflated. So we walked 1½ km to the next village. Met the blessed parents of two of our native workers. Too tired. Treated patients without enthusiasm. A man was sent to fetch another bike. So we could return home the same evening.
MARCH 1
Our goat kid drinks milk from our dog. It is a funny sight.
Night 10 pm. I am in bed. The dog barks. Missionaries wake me up for a patient. There is a haggard looking young woman with a bundle in her hand, her husband and mother-in-law. She had delivered the previous day. She has walked the 20 km trek to bring the sick baby. I marvel at the strength and grit of tribal women. I carefully unwrap the swadling clothes showing only a tiny face. The little angel had already flown away to heaven from the cage. I look up and they understand. The echo of the mother’s wail fades away gradually as they disappear into the forest, leaving me to ponder God’s lament, “Whom shall I send? who will go for Me?”
MAR 2
62 patients! Two missionaries of Indian Missionary Society (IMS) visited us. The time has come for me to leave. As I wait for the bus, for the first time there after my arrival, there is a downpour. I wonder if heaven is crying because I am leaving. I leave with a heavy heart and tight throat hoping my husband and daughter would permit me to visit this wonderland again!
(The story of the founding of this Jungle Clinic in 1992 makes the 11th chapter of the author’s book, BETTER CHRISTIAN, available from Blessing Literature Centre, 21/11 West Coovam River Road, Chennai 600 002).
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From a Doctor’s Diary...
FEBRUARY 1
I am returning to a tribal village where my husband and I worked nine years ago (1992). It is an hour and a half drive from the nearest town into one of the jungles of Orissa. Tigers, bears and pythons on the road are occasional treat to missionaries especially in the nights. The village is the same as it was nine years ago. I am welcomed by the staff and the forty children of the Blessing Children’s Hostel. I am given a cute one room apartment where I can also cook. So I am very comfortable. I had already started to take Chloroquine pills as prevention against malaria.
Our Blessing Children’s Hostel houses 40 children of new believers who otherwise would be roaming around the forests. They are sent to the village school. The teacher was angry with their Christian faith and made them sit on one side of the classroom. During inspection the Inspector found the answers to his questions coming from one corner only. He enquired and found out they were children from the Blessing Hostel and appreciated them. The next day the teacher made the children mingle and sit with the rest. Our children rejoiced at this unusual answer to their prayer.
Now the keys to the school cupboards are entrusted to our children because they are found trustworthy. Our children bagged 25 prizes in the local Panchayat sports in which 10 schools participated. They played with the village cricket team five times and won four matches. One ended in draw. Mrs. Florence Jaisankar, who joined Blessing Youth Mission after resigning as social welfare officer in CMC, Vellore, is in charge of the hostel. She does an excellent job. She is now elected for the second time to be in the Govt. School committee. Because our children would not pay for idol worship festivals, the school committee decided to throw out all the Christian children. But someone said, “Then we’ll lose the cream.” So the decision was withdrawn.
A boy was admitted to the hostel anaemic, puffy and with protruding abdomen. He was dewormed and anaemia treated. The mother who came to see him some months later started lamenting, “Oh, my baby! He was so fair and fat with a full abdomen. Now his face is thin and dark. Where is his abdomen? Do you feed him or not?” and started shouting at the staff.
FEB 2
An associate editor of a local newspaper from the nearest town visited us and threatened to publish things against us if we would not pay him Rs. 5000/-. We refused.
FEB 3
The editor of the same newspaper came and we served him coffee. He enquired about our work and said they received evil report about our work. I said there are people who exploit the tribals. That should be condemned in his magazine. We invited him to join us for lunch and I shared my testimony. He declined the offer, apologised profusely for his coworker’s demand for money and left.
There are tiles piled against the wall of my bedroom from which a snake puts out its head, wags its neck, and goes in. We cannot kill it because the pile is too big. So I have to sleep next to a snake separated only by a wall. I shut the window tight. Temperature plummets to probably 5 degrees Celsius and I slither into my sleeping bag because my roof is just asbestos. Mosquitos are few but they are guns loaded with malarial parasites.
One of our goats fell sick and we cut it off. I feel sorry for Ranjan, a 9 year old, living with his mother in the campus. Nine years ago she brought him as a baby with cornea sloughed in both eyes. We treated his eyes and told the mother that he would have no vision. Her husband kept urging her to kill the baby. But she refused and came to live in the campus with the baby and was employed as the hostel cook. The boy grew up. Surprisingly now he can see through the periphery of the cornea and runs about playing with other children. I keep wondering if a corneal transplant would help. Atleast he can go to school.
I get up at five, finish my exercises, sweep, mop, wash clothes and vessels, cook breakfast and lunch. Birds chirp, the cool breeze blows and I look around the village nestling in the forest. Mango trees are in full bloom and the scent wafts across the campus. You walk a quarter kilometre in any direction and you enter the forest.
Tribals in their colourful dresses walk the streets with baskets on their heads. By 9 a.m. I sit with my Bible in the clinic and wait for patients. 10 to 25 come everyday. But Tuesdays are market days and we get 40-50 patients. Tribals who graze cattle collect cattle from 10 to 20 houses and take them into the forest. When they return in the evening they are given a bowl of porridge and a cup of curry in each house. That’s their salary everyday. It was so 9 years ago and it is still so today. Who will dare change it? I wonder. A few children go to school. Many do not. Now family planning operation is done in the Primary Health Centre unlike 9 years ago. Some have it done. Many do not, because they do not know how many of their children would survive.
FEB 4
A boy with swollen infected genitalia was brought by worried parents.
FEB 5
The boy had improved remarkably and the parents brought tomatoes from their garden, faces full of smile that thrilled our hearts. A middle aged man was brought with rapid loss of vision. We referred him to a nearby mission hospital. He was found to suffer from retinal detachment and could not be helped much. I feel sorry and helpless.
I am surprised I am still able to communicate and read and sing in Oriya. The old serpent peeped out and showed its cloven tongue.
EB 6
Today is market day. Tribespeople from interior villages walk upto 25 km to enjoy the fare. It’s their day out. They bring their produce for sale and return in the evening. Many vegetables are now available in the market and also fresh water fish. Five bundles of greens is one rupee! Kendu is a wild fruit eaten fondly by bears and sold in the market. It is small, round and yellow and tastes like sappota. I like it. I have to like it because that’s the only fruit available in the village other than plantains and occasionally papaya. I go marketing every Tuesday for an hour. Ants with ant eggs are sold in cups made of leaves. The people cook and eat them. Still people go by the sun and not by the clock. When we ask their age they innocently reply, “You only will know. You are educated.”
FEB 7
Went walking through the village and talked to some womenfolk. The newspaper brings report of people dying of starvation in Bargarh district reeling under a drought. Able bodied men and women leave for other districts or states in search of jobs. Sometimes they are exploited and return disappointed. Many leave behind their aged parents, who are unable to travel, to the mercy of fate. Many of these old people die of starvation. Many take a bath once in 15 days if they are lucky to get some water. Today’s newspaper says a couple sold their 3 year old child to buy medicines for their ailment. My heart is stirred within me. How can I keep reading such things day after day and do nothing? May be we can start a feeding centre. The
Lord wakes me up in the middle of the night to pray for these people. I must make a trip to this district and survey some villages where the famine is acute. God help me.
FEB 8
Today is common fasting prayer and missionaries, about 25 of them, from surrounding villages gather for prayer from 10 to 4. I shared the Word. Missionary couple Mr. & Mrs. Gideon Pani brought two big live bats for me to feast on. I appreciated their gesture but could not eat them! Missionaries conduct 4 Sunday Classes in the village for 25-50 children in each. Some adults also sit and listen. One ladies prayer is conducted and 11 ladies attend.
FEB 9
There was a sack load of medicines in the clinic. Sorted them out. There were medicines for TB, malaria, dysentery, diarrhoea, worm infestation, arthritis, peptic ulcer, asthma, infection, malnutrition and a whole lot! I was excited, praising God for the doctors who gave away their precious medicines and our friends who collected and sent them to us. Bless these people, Lord, and reward them in Your Kingdom!
Our missionary Doctor Jaisankar who has taken care of the Clinic for the past 9 years has established a good name. People have developed a confidence in him and testify that they get well if they came to the Blessing Clinic. He once saw a woman dying of tuberculosis. Her husband deserted her seeing her bring out copious blood in her sputum. She was started on treatment. She recovered and her life was changed. Her husband joined her and he too was saved. He was found to have tuberculosis and treated. Today they have two children and they are our native workers.
I am excited to see believers from Balugaon area travelling 24 hours to arrive here for the Discipleship Training Camp that starts tomorrow. Praise the Lord. Missionaries Sushant Digal and Prabhathi invited me for lunch.
FEB 10
Had a very nice day. Saw 10 patients. Nirmala, 6 months pregnant, came very sick having continuously vomited for over five days. She has had seven bottles of IV fluids and injections elsewhere. Her eyes were sunken. We gave her Perinorm injection. Night we shared this with other missionaries at the 7.30 prayer and prayed.
Went with Prabhathi for the Scripture Class; 25 children and 8 ladies attended. She is very good and talented. A tribal man was bringing down a pot of juice from atop a palm tree. I enquired about it and learnt that it was fresh juice. They all drink it including children. Only the next day it will become toddy. I drank a glass. It was too sour and too sweet. They said the morning syrup tastes better. Decided to give it a try!
Missionaries Mohan, Ponnusamy, Samal and others arrived for the DTC along with 65 campers. I gave the opening message on Discipline. I was excited. The strategy by Missionary John Thomas, Coordinator for the State of Orissa, is excellent. Missionaries labour in over 150 villages. When there is a group of believers the best of the lot is chosen and brought to the DTC and taught how to pray, read the Bible, witness, and so on. He becomes the leader of the little flock. If he does well he is recruited as a native worker. Now we have over 70 such workers. It is tremendous.
FEB 11
Nirmala’s vomiting has stopped and she was smiling and eating. Praise God! What a reward for us! The campers removed the pile of tiles and killed the six foot snake and two big black scorpions. Thank God! I can now sleep in peace. Went to the ladies meeting in the village with the missionaries and shared my testimony in broken Oriya. A lady with deformed hands and feet due to leprosy was there. If I had come here immediately after I fininshed my MBBS she would be a normal person today, married with children. Guilt scratches my heart.
FEB 12
Walked with a tumbler for the morning syrup. Soon word spread that I go everyday for a “drink!” So I had to stop it. I have to forego this B-complex rich drink so as not to be a hindrance to others.
Walked to a nearby village for Scripture class with missionaries. After they taught, I taught the 50 children about scabies with flash cards in story form. I decide to do it from house to house. Prabathi learnt how to do it and got the cards from me. I am so happy to see the enthusiasm and faithfulness of missionaries.
Even simple things like the newspaper bring me great joy here. Missionaries keep sending me food and fruits. There is always too much to eat. Bilod and Rebekah Mandi sent me a whole plate of food and milk and egg! Getting ready for tomorrow’s trip to our mission station at 6 hrs’ distance.
FEB 13
The old jeep roared through the rugged roads. Missionaries Sarasa and Ponnusamy received me warmly. Mrs. Bimala Samal and Christina Christopher with baby Hannie said hello to me and started off for the ladies meeting. I decided to accompany them though tired. Seven ladies attended the meeting. It was good I went.
Staying in our missionary’s house. I am embarassed to walk through their bedroom in the night to the bathroom. The toilet with no light and no running water is at the far end of the compound and I throw the torch around to check for snakes and scorpions. The bathroom is roofless and doorless with a sari hanging for a curtain. I draw water from the well and wash my clothes in the platform around. I feel like a real missionary! The comforts of urban life seem to lose their magic compared to these rich experiences and I wish I live here all my life.
FEB 14
Started at 9 am to a village 50 km away. We turn from the tar road into a mud road and we are bathed in red dust. Missionaries come by twowheelers. Great people! There is no better word to describe them. God bless whoever gave this old jeep. I keep praising God for the jeep. The driver’s wife is a believer brought to the Lord by missionaries Premalatha and Chezhian. She is going blind due to retinal disease and only a miracle can restore her vision. The driver pleads with me for help. Lord, please.
We arrive at the village and the native worker’s family emerges from a hut. Soon the believers gather at the worship shed we have constructed — about 50 in number. They bring rice, grains and vegetables in plates as their offering. The entire village except four families has trusted in the Lord. These people were beaten up and their grains burnt by neighbouring villagers. Once they came when the men folk were away. Missionaries were away too. But our native worker’s wife has challenged the gang. Seeing the furious woman they retreated. The tribal women were full of gratitude. Thank God for such Jhansi Ranis! I shared in “my” Oriya and Mrs. Samal translated it to “their” Oriya!
We leave for the next village and arrive an hour later. 35 gathered. I am very encouraged and my heart flutters to imagine the future. Our team of 6 Tamil and 44 Oriya workers here has congregations in 80 villages. The first believer in this village is the pastor now. We visit some houses. People carry the only two chairs in the village from house to house for us and we assure them we can sit on bamboo mats.
A man is brought to me for backache. He feels better after coming to Church. I discover he has got TB in his spine. Another child was brought with swollen tuberculous lymph glands. Can the Mission afford to treat all such patients? “Lord, are these people condemned to death?” I cry. There is a gentle whisper in my heart, “No, you have money. You can treat them.” I resist the idea. “Lord, for how many will my money be enough? I can write in our Magazine and appeal for funds.” “If you don’t give, who will?” The whisper stops. I am disturbed till we reach a small town.
We visit our missionaries and then the Tribal Girls Hostel. There are 20 in the age group of 5-8, belonging to Kui, Saura and Kond tribes. They are strictly instructed to speak only in Oriya except during playtime. They are unbelievably smart and stage their action songs for me. A five year old was still being breastfed when she was separated from her mother and brought to the hostel. Their parents are unable to recognise them now. They sit around me, hug my neck for a photograph and run away to play. Their faces reflect joy, deliverance and contentment. How many more such darlings are still wandering the jungles, carrying firewood on their heads with hands full of scabies, easy victim for rapists or to be married at 13? My heart shudders at the thought and I quickly shut it down for fear of becoming neurotic. After eating with our missionaries Prakash and Sudhama, who are incharge of the hostel, we leave at 7.30 pm. I pray very hard to see a tiger or bear on the way. No luck.
It’s been a long day and I quickly fall asleep, happy not to listen to God’s voice again that makes me feel guilty all the time. I know I have not sacrificed enough and I don’t need to hear God’s voice on that again and again.
FEB 15
50 Missionaries gathered for fasting and prayer. Some had to go to the funeral of one of our believers who died of tuberculosis. Death due to tuberculosis! Ridiculous in the 21st century! Excellent medicines, PG doctors, Government schemes! Only thing lacking is money. No, that’s not the truth. We have money, but we don’t want to give it away. Somewhere in my heart the bell rings again.
FEB 16
Return journey. Our vehicle is stopped for checking. We have not obtained No Objection Certificate to drive in Orissa. We start praying. The driver tells the police that the lady doctor is in and we have to go urgently and they wave us off. We vow to be careful hereafter. We see a poor blind man and give him a 50 rupee note. He is shocked and exclaims he has never in his life pocketed a 50 rupee note. My heart melts. In Tamilnadu some beggars have bank accounts! Here the story is different.
Our missionary has aranged a meeting in the next town and we stay overnight. 150 hungry hearts gather to listen to the Word of God. There is no telephone in the village where I stay. So I call my husband and daughter from here. They urge me to return quickly.
FEB 17
Arrived back from where I started. Very tired. Could not go to the Blessing Festival in the nearby village as planned. It is a believers’ retreat where about 300 believers gather for a 5 day retreat. Missionary Mohan from Maharashtra was the speaker. He touched on Cinemas and TV and was later told that none of them had seen Cinema or TV! A big fat man had come walking 20 km with his wife arriving breathless. Our missionaries thought he had come to give trouble. But it seems he had read my books and wanted to meet me. I was so moved. Somehow I should meet this family.
FEB 18
Travelled to see the missionary children’s Boarding School at Lamtaput, 2½ hrs drive from our station. Prof. Ivan Balasingh the Correspondent quickly organised a function for us and I rejoiced to see the missionary kids play the guitar, sing, dance and act. How the children of our early missionaries suffered! We are thankful to God for this dedicated man and his school.
We visited the Asha Kiran Hospital and discussed with the doctors about the latest treatments which we noted down. This adjacent mission hospital is a boon to us for any emergency. Our missionary kid Wesley Jaisankar was diagnosed as on the verge of cerebral malaria and was treated here. He is alive today by the grace of God. His mother Florence was operated for ectopic pregnancy and her life was saved.
On the way back the Lord broke my heart. I said, “Lord, I will use my money for the suffering sick. Now I will withdraw Rs. 5000/- and then as and when the need arises.”
On arrival back I am handed over a letter from my friend Divya. She writes, “I went around collecting money for Orissa medical ministry. A friend gave Rs. 5000/- and said it is to be used only for TB patients.” Oh God! I could not beleive my eyes. “God, You are so faithful.” I was ashamed of myself. Truly ten fingers clutching the two loaves and five fish must release them first if 5000 and more are to be blessed. And certainly there will be twelve baskets left over!
FEB 19
Orissa Advisory Committee gathers. It is a body of senior missionaries to plan Orissa ministry. Good idea.
FEB 20
Gurupoojari came with an ulcer 2" x 1.5" of one year duration. I suspected it to be a tuberculous ulcer and started him on treatment. It healed in a week to my utter surprise and he is extremely happy. I am confused. Is it a miracle? Stopped treatment and asked him to come once a month.
A lady came with her mother-in-law complaining of weakness, etc. She was terribly sick but I couldn’t detect anything. I gave her multivitamin and asked her to come after a week. Once outside the clinic the mother-in-law wanted some oinment for an ulcer on her toe. Immediately this lady said, “I also have an ulcer since 6 months.” You won’t believe. There was a 3" x 2" inguinal gland with two discharging ulcers! She is recovering now.
FEB 21
I should be leaving for Vellore today. Our tickets are booked for Yemen for the 7th of March. But the people here are tugging at my heart. Relieved to hear from my husband that he would cancel my ticket to Yemen but to return early.
So many with tuberculosis, scabies, malaria, eczema and they can’t pay for the treatment. I am thinking of asking them to bring poultry instead of money. We teach people to use soap for bath and not to bathe in the pond where they wash their buffaloes.
I completed my MBBS in 1969 and DCH in 1973. Most of my medical knowledge has evaporated since I had to settle down for an itinerant preaching ministry with my husband. I cry to God that I am not even fit to be a compounder now. But God tells me He wants only live dogs, not dead lions.
A lady died because she could not deliver her second child. A caesarean would have saved her life. We came to know only after she died. It is so hard to watch such things. Now people are afraid to pass by her grave because they believe a baby was buried alive and the ghost would haunt the place. How much Christianity and the Bible influence the thinking of people!
A lady refused to accept Jesus Christ as her Saviour. The reason—“You will bury me in a box and how will I breathe?” Another lady when told, “God will rain fire from heaven on sinners” answered, “If fires fall from heaven I will go to my mother’s house. It is only 5 km from here!”
FEB 22
Both parents leaving a child to the mercy of grandparents or neighbours is common. Father goes with one and mother with another. It hurts me to see the frightened, insecure look on the children’s faces. All I can do is to promise them free treatment whenever they are brought.
Night falls at seven and soon the village is engulfed in darkness. Since there are no street lights you can’t even go to the petty shops alone. Now it’s time for the drunkards to roam around. I wonder if poverty breeds durnkenness or vice-versa.
‘Kukura’ is dog and ‘kukuda’ is chicken. I very often end up asking, “Did you have dog curry today?”
FEB 23
Heard a heart-warming testimony. Mariamma’s husband developed tetanus and became very bad. He was taken to a nearby hospital where doctors gave up hope. Seeing his plight, our missionaries contacted the mission hospital and he was advised some injections and medicines. The village people started wailing. But he recovered and came home. The government hospital doctor said that it was his God who saved him. Seeing him, eight families have newly joined the Church.
When we dispense medicines for babies, mothers want to know if they should take it or the baby!
There is no need to worry about cholesterol because cakes and ice creams are not available here!!!
FEB 24
Missionary brothers brought a man found lying on the road since four days, 3 km from our centre. It seems he was naked and one of our believers had clothed him. We gave him a warm bath and he drank fluids. He could not talk but tears rolled down his eyes. Dr. Jaisankar suggested he could be suffering from cerebral malaria and that we give him injection Chloroquin and take him to the Primary Health Centre for I.V. drip. The doctor at the PHC attended to him very well. We took turns to sit by his side. But he became unconsious.
FEB 25
He died. Blood was positive for malarial parasite. The labourers refused to dig a grave for Christians. Brothers went to the nearby village to ask the pastor for permission to bury him in the Christian graveyard, and found the pastor drunk. Finally we somehow buried him. I thought, “Lord, we did so much. Will all go waste?” The Lord said, “Mary broke the alabaster bottle for My death and burial. It was not a waste.” Whatever we do for a dying man is not a waste. God will reward us.
FEB 26
The CBI has gone to the family with whom I stay in transit andenquired, “Why has Dr. Lilian Stanley come? We want to meet her next time she comes here.” “Lord, give me wisdom.”
Two missionaries arrive at the centre very disturbed. A believer had given place in his premises to build a church, and also his hut for our missionary to stay in the village. Now he has backslided and demanded money from our missionary, verbally abused him and beat him. He refused to let people into the church. Senior missionaries went and settled the matter amicably.
A mother came with her four children all with scabies. I asked her to give 50 Rupees (US $ 1) and I will treat all six. She said she would sell her tamarind and bring the money and went away. Pity welled in my heart.
The government doctor and his friends visited our campus. They were very appreciative of what we did for Gabriel (for so we had named the nameless man). They were impressed with our campus. On the streets people stopped us and enquired about him. “Only Christians do such things. Their religion is good,” they commented. Many smile at us and show us respect.
FEB 27
Census people came. The lady came in her nightie!
Happy to see Sonai. She was sent to the nearby hospital and was sent back saying nothing was wrong with her. I too didn’t find anything except that she was weak. She vomited all her food everyday. Suddenly I remembered what I studied 30 yrs ago. I made her drink lot of water and observed her abdomen. Her stomach bulged and rolled. Visible gastric peristalsis! A frank case of pyloric stenosis. We sent her to the same hospital with a note and she was promptly operated. I floated on the clouds for having diagnosed the case! Over and above the concession given in the hospital they had to sell a pair of oxen to pay the bill. I felt fulfilled and said, “Lord, you can take me home now.” I wanted all the churches in the whole world to ring their bells!
A Kond tribal man with bow and arrow hung across his shoulder entered the clinic and sat in the doctor’s chair. He seated his wife in the stool. I was so thrilled at the scene that I controlled my smile and didn’t disturb him. In fact I was happy. Nine years earlier they had not seen a stool and when asked to sit they would squat on the floor near the stool! I couldn’t understand head or tail of Kond dialect and I had to get an interpreter. I felt sorry for not possessing a camera. 48 patients today!
FEB 28
Giving medicines or injections makes me very nervous. God help me. One of our goat kids was dragged by two wolves into the forest and eaten. Went 2 km into the jungle to see the sad spectacle. The shepherds showed us the waterhole where the tigers and bears come to satiate their thirst. Felt nervous but they assured us that they come only in the night. Plucked figs from a tree loaded with fruits. Bears come to eat these.
A 1½ year old child was brought struggling for breath, lungs solid with pneumonia. In Vellore we would have put her in the oxygen tent and CP 6 hrly. We had neither. But she improved well with antibiotic syrup and prayer. Parents were very happy.
A 15 year old shepherdess was brought by her in-laws for infected scabies. I advised her Ascabiol for Rs. 20/- and that all in the house (6) be treated. They went away unable to pay. They sent the girl to her parent’s house. When parents brought her she was full of pus and swelling and could not even sit. They begged to give time for payment. I gave her antibiotics. They never turned up for Ascabiol. We have decided to call her and treat both families free so the marriage will not break. In cities marriages break over jewels or mobike or TV, but here for just 20 Rupees.
The jeep had gone. So went to a village about 25 km away by bike on a dusty road. About 40 gathered. I was surprised the way Oriya flowed from my mouth. Yes, “They who believe shall speak in new languages!” After the service when I shook hands, a girl hesitantly brought out her hand from under her sari. I recognised the multilated hands. My eyes darted to her feet. Yes, it was Champa whom I met 9 years ago! I remembered the glistening tears in her eyes. Visited her house and comforted her. Tears freely flowed from her deereyes. Her brother is a worker with us now. He remains unmarried for his sister’s sake. Who knows what dreams lie shattered within? My heart weeps and I feel so powerless to prevent the tragedies of life.
Our bike’s tyre was deflated. So we walked 1½ km to the next village. Met the blessed parents of two of our native workers. Too tired. Treated patients without enthusiasm. A man was sent to fetch another bike. So we could return home the same evening.
MARCH 1
Our goat kid drinks milk from our dog. It is a funny sight.
Night 10 pm. I am in bed. The dog barks. Missionaries wake me up for a patient. There is a haggard looking young woman with a bundle in her hand, her husband and mother-in-law. She had delivered the previous day. She has walked the 20 km trek to bring the sick baby. I marvel at the strength and grit of tribal women. I carefully unwrap the swadling clothes showing only a tiny face. The little angel had already flown away to heaven from the cage. I look up and they understand. The echo of the mother’s wail fades away gradually as they disappear into the forest, leaving me to ponder God’s lament, “Whom shall I send? who will go for Me?”
MAR 2
62 patients! Two missionaries of Indian Missionary Society (IMS) visited us. The time has come for me to leave. As I wait for the bus, for the first time there after my arrival, there is a downpour. I wonder if heaven is crying because I am leaving. I leave with a heavy heart and tight throat hoping my husband and daughter would permit me to visit this wonderland again!
(The story of the founding of this Jungle Clinic in 1992 makes the 11th chapter of the author’s book, BETTER CHRISTIAN, available from Blessing Literature Centre, 21/11 West Coovam River Road, Chennai 600 002).
Dr. Lilian Stanley
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