Test Drive Santhome Mission Jun. 2014 | Page 4

Director General and by Fr Benny Kuliraniyil, the present parish priest of Sagalee. the connection between new evangelization and mission ad gentes in his erudite article. “Silver Echoes from Sangli” by Fr Jose Cheriampanatt, the present Regional Director of Sangli Mission gives us a glimpse of Sangli Mission, which is celebrating the silver Jubilee of its existence and mission. Fr Sojan Aikarakunnel, one of the pioneers in Care and Empowerment programs for the differently-abled children of Mandya, brings to us the success story of “Deepti Nivas, A Ray of Hope to the Intellectually Challenged”. A few small items add beauty and flavor to this issue: A hymn on St. Thomas to recollect the life and death of St. Thomas, a small excerpt from “The Joy of the Gospel” by Pope Francis and a tribute to Fr Sebastian Pottanany, one of the founding Fathers who passed away last month. MST is devoted to mission ad gentes, the pioneering work of evangelization among peoples who have never heard about Christ. However, the unprecedented secularization of the traditionally Christian lands has urged the recent Popes to dedicate Church’s energies to New Evangelization or re-evangelization of Christians who estranged themselves from faith. Fr Justin Vettukallel explores JULY 3 “These Things Did Thomas Count as Real” by Thomas H. Troeger (1983) Santhome Mission comes to you in a new format this time. It is published in both print and electronic formats. The new Avatar is an attempt to make it more attractive and appealing to all levels of readers worldwide, who wants to have a close look at the pioneering missionary vision and engagements of MST. We also have a new editorial team. We want to thank all former editors and members of the editorial board. May St Thomas, our Father in Faith, bless us all. Fr. Jose Palakeel MST The Feast of St. Thomas the Apostle of India and the Patron of MST “These things did Thomas count as real: The warmth of blood, the chill of steel, The grain of wood, the heft of stone, The last frail twitch of flesh and bone. The vision of his skeptic mind Was keen enough to make him blind To any unexpected act Too large for his small world of fact. His reasoned certainties denied That one could live when one had died, Until his fingers read like Braille The marking of the spear and nail. May we