The Andaman Islands - 21st to 29th November, 2016 - NEW!

21st to 29th November, 2016

I and my wife left for the Andaman Islands on the 21st of November, after months of prayer for the people there.

Aerial view of Andaman
We caught our flight to Chennai on the evening of the 21st and stayed over at an old friend’s place that night. This friend happened to be the daughter of a well-known Methodist Pastor who had been a good Christian influence on me back in the days when I was still in Hinduism. The Lord arranged it just so that I had a chance to testify of my conversion to the family that night. We stayed up late talking about the coming of the Lord, the ecumenical deception that was overcoming Christianity, and I also shared my ministry vision with them. After a short time of prayer, we retired, and were up the next morning for our flight to the islands. 

Veer Savarkar Airport
22nd November

Our flight was scheduled to depart at 11:40 am from Chennai. We arrived at the Veer Savarkar airport in Port Blair, Andaman at 1:30 pm. Due to some miscommunication regarding the pre-booking of our hotel room, we had to spend some time looking for good lodgings. We finally settled in, and that evening met Bro. Elisha, a member of the local Methodist Church who had helped organize my preaching tour there.

23rd November

Haddo Junction Sea View
We had a day to ourselves before the actual church meetings began, so the next morning, we both took a leisurely stroll along the beachfront and watched the sunlight glitter across the sea like a giant diamond.

Traffic in Port Blair is almost nonexistent, the people – peaceful and harmonious, but wary of strangers. There is no casteism or religious friction here, usually prevalent in the rest of India.

As in most island towns, market wares from clothing to vegetables are quite expensive. The only inexpensive commodity is the sea food.

After our walk, we wandered around the market place, exploring Port Blair. But everything that looked buyable was price - hiked and the sun was merciless, so we soon retired to the comfort of our air conditioned room.

Dry Fish market, Port Blair
We spent most of the afternoon in prayer and then set off to visit Port Blair’s historic site, The Cellular Jail. 

Cellular Jail miniature
This was where many of India’s freedom fighters had been imprisoned during the struggle for Independence.

Jail Cell
 There was a martyr memorial, a museum with old photos, and we had a tour of the jail – the cells, the execution block, the oil mills where prisoners had to fulfill their forced labour. 

The whole place had a gloomy look about it, so we left as soon as we could.

That evening Bro. Elisha had arranged for an hour’s preaching at the Jesus With Us Ministry Prayer Center, in Garacharma, Port Blair, at 7:00 pm. The center was managed and run by Pastor Emmanuel Kovilraj and his wife. 

There were only around 20 people gathered to pray for certain intentions, mostly women. People usually came there from all different denominations to join in prayer.

In the short span of time allotted to me, I preached on Hebrews 4:12, how the Word of God was like a double edged sword, the importance of living a sanctified life, how it was not just the outward appearance and rudimental rituals of church going that sanctified us, but the answer of a contrite and obedient heart to God’s will, and how necessary it was for us in the present day to seek out God’s will and do it whole heartedly no matter what the cost.

Bro. Anil Babu
It was a simple message, apt for the little gathering.

My interpreter, who translated the message in Hindi, was Bro. Anil Babu, a sharp young man sincerely seeking the will of God in his life with regard to his ministry call.

After the meeting we visited Pastor Daniel who lived nearby. Pastor Daniel was another brother co-ordinating the meeting arrangements with Bro. Elisha.

23rd November

The next day, we had another evening meeting at 6:30 pm, this time at the John Livingston Layman’s Prayer Cell and Outreach Center, at Megapod. The Layman’s fellowship was attended by around 25 brothers who were working within Andaman, and usually gathered together after the day’s toil to pray for Andaman and many other ministry intentions. They also set aside certain days to spread the gospel and preach Jesus to the people in the various scattered islands.

Evg. Dayalan (center)
I spoke on Matthew 25, explained the parable of the wise and foolish virgins, and the message was received joyously and with much fervor.

It was a contrast to the earlier day where the flock who had gathered to listen was all women. Here were around 25 men, all sincere prayer warriors with a burden for souls.

Evg. Dayalan who headed the Center treated us to dinner, and we left for the hotel at around 10 pm.

 24th November

Bro. Elisha had arranged for us to travel to Havelock Island, one of the renown tourist spots in Andaman, and the island in which he ministered among the Bengali inhabitants. We had a government shuttle that afternoon which would take us to the island across the sea way.

Before we set off however, we had a preaching date at Power Prayer Ministry Church, Pathrapur, pastored by Pastor Sam Carmegam. It was a fasting prayer service and once again the audience was mainly the women folk.

My message there was on signs of the times, with the text from Matthew 25, and II Peter 1:19.

We left at 12:00 noon sharp as soon as my preaching was done, as we had to be ahead of time at the port to get our luggage scanned before boarding the vessel.

There were four of us on this trip: Bro. Elisha, Bro. Anil Babu, Sis. Benita, and myself. 

It was a 3 hour journey and our first time aboard a sea vessel. The government yachts were cheaper fare-wise compared to private service providers but the comfort level was nothing to be desired. We weren’t able to abide below deck, so me and Sis. Benita decided to go up and get some sea spray in our faces.

The sea was glorious. It just magnified the majesty of the Lord.

We reached Havelock at 3:30 pm and made our way by auto rickshaw to our lodgings. As Bro. Elisha is also a government forest officer, he was able to arrange accommodation for us in a forest cabin. It was a rustic cottage with a picket fence and bamboo furniture. The ‘forest’ turned out to be just a few yards from the beach J


Havelock Island is one of the most prominent tourist destinations in Andaman, one of the more popular islands. 

Apart from its historic importance, it offers a variety of tourist activities: sea plane riding, scuba diving, surfing, and something as novel as sea – walking, where they give you these underwater helmets and take you 12 feet undersea on a rope, where you can actually walk along the sea bed and watch the sea life around you firsthand.

Bro. Elisha asked us if we wanted to try any of it, but we were way too burdened in spirit to flit around that way, so we declined and settled rather for witnessing of the ‘One who walked On the water.’

Beside the tourist attractions, Havelock Island which was originally all agricultural land and vegetable farms, now caters to the growing international tourism industry. The population is mainly Bengali, with not much in the way of income except for fishing, agriculture, souvenir and clothing sales, and other tourist related services.

However, today’s Havelock is a den of vice, with mostly all families seeking a higher income bracket, extending their home to make up so-called Spa and massage parlors, in truth a guise for immoral activities, the worst of which is teen prostitution. 

Families suffering with the economic crunch of having not much in the way of government aid for farming activities, and very few basic facilities without greasing the palms of the local officials, turn to this way of earning to develop on the island.

Seeing these mini brothels and drug dens, every 5 kms, really broke our hearts and burdened us even more.

Bro. Elisha had begun a small ministry prayer home on the island, named ‘Deep Immanuel Prathnalaya’ (in translation : Island Emmanuel Prayer Center) The little congregation were mostly Bengali speaking people with two Tamil sisters.

I delivered a simple message there on the love of Christ and his suffering on the cross as most of the attendees were non-Christian, and some just new to the Christian faith. Bro. Anil Babu served as interpreter.

A Hindu sister who had just begun attending the service there came forward for prayer.

After the service we traveled to the Dolphin Resort for some good sea food dinner. Behind the resort was a boardwalk, a long stretch of concrete pavement beside the sea. We went for an after-dinner stroll there and watched the waves roll up and splash against the concrete walls at high tide. It was strangely unnerving and fearsome – the waves mounting up in darkness, the continuous roaring noise of the surf.

My wife was quiet for a long while after that and when I asked her why she said, “I was thinking about the Apostle Paul, and how he was ship wrecked. He would have been holding on to a wooden plank, maybe some driftwood…….. adrift on the sea….. maybe even at night…in the dark…as it is now….cold, and tired, hungry. The sea is so dark now, it almost looks as if….if we fall in, it’ll swallow us….It’s so scary, so overpowering……How much Saint Paul must have suffered, that the gentile world could know this Life….”

We were in a somber mood that night, and left our host early. We were asleep by 9:00 pm. But we woke up by 2:00 pm. I was very restless, and when I sat up to pray, I felt a leading in my spirit to pray for the salvation of Havelock. The burden was very heavy and many people in sin, idol worship, witchcraft, some who knew Christ, some yet unaware of His love, but more so because, with such a short time before the coming of the Lord, there were still so many places yet unreached. My wife joined me in prayer, under the unexplainable burden we were both feeling, and we prayed that all this filth may leave Havelock.

25th November

When the sky lit up I glanced at the clock and to my surprise saw that it was only 3:30 am. It looked as bright as 7:00 am. The reason was because the island was very low lying and so faced an early sunrise and an early sunset as well, when the night darkness begins falling at 5 in the evening, itself.
At around 7:30 am after a cup of tea, we went for a morning walk on the beach. The sand looked like a powder of precious stones sprinkled on the shore, the water so clean it sparkled through and through, and we marveled at the splendor of it all, the splendor of our Father’s creation.

Bro. Elisha suggested that if we didn’t want to sightsee, we could spend the day in outreach. So we travelled to a couple of colonies where there were a few houses Bro. Elisha regularly visited for prayer.  The roads were kaccha, that is not cemented, and the paths to some homes were rocky and uphill. We prayed for the sick, and I shared the testimony of my conversion from Hinduism to many.

Sharing the gospel with the basthi locals

Prayer for a man suffering from paralysis

With Bro. Elisha

With Sis. Benita

One notable thing that had happened was that the sister, who had come forward the other day in prayer, said that she hadn’t slept in 5 years, but that night after prayer, slept so well that she didn’t know when it morning had come. This had affected her so much that she decided that day to turn away from idol worship. This sister had also asked for prayer for electricity and roadways in her area, and the Lord gave her a Word that she would receive her answer within a month.

The island outreach was fulfilling. There are many innocent souls who yet do not know the truth there, for which great prayer and labour is required. I had a long talk with Bro. Elisha and Bro. Anil regarding leading the flock in the way of the Lord.

We left that afternoon by a private sea craft to Port Blair. We were tired and queasy when we arrived on the mainland and went straight to bed.

On board Mak Cruise

26th November

The next day we had to ourselves again. And after a bit of shopping, we spent the day praying for the next few meetings, especially for the Pastor's Conference, and for the Lord to open the hearts of all who would attend.

With Bro. Stephen's family
That evening we were invited to the home of one of our friends, who had guided me during my last trip to Andaman, Bro. Stephen. The family gave us a warm welcome and a warm dinner. 

Bro. Stephen has recently opened up a recording studio, and we tried our bit at singing and voice recording.

We had a nice time of prayer, and I once again made use of the opportunity to share my testimony, and that of Sis. Benita’s narrow scrape with death, and how the Lord had once again restored her life.

Bro. Elisha resides in the house right next to Bro. Stephen, so we had a short time of prayer there as well.

With Bro. Elisha's family

27th November

It was Sunday, and I was scheduled to preach at Shiloh Church, in Jungli Ghat.

Tsunami affected area in front of Shiloh church
Pastor Dashrathan welcomed us,

And the message was interpreted into Hindi by Sis. Nayagam, an elderly sister in the church.

Sis. Nayagam interpreting

There were around 200 people in attendance.

The message was about sanctification and holiness, the mingling of the church and the world, how following the will of God was neglected, the gospel commercialized, and how ministers had become men pleasers. It was a message of rebuke and correction for the congregation.

I urged the church to grow in the awareness of the signs of the times, brought to their attention the fulfillment of certain important prophecies, and explained the significance of current events in God’s plan for the rapture of His Bride saints.

Pastor Dashrathan appreciated the message. 

His wife had prepared a nice lunch for us.

With Pastor Dasrathan and Bro. Elisha after service

After lunch, we retired to our room and got some rest before the evening service at ECI Church, Haddo Junction. We had been invited by Reverend Lawrence

 There were around 70 people in attendance, and all of them Tamil speakers, so I had no need of an interpreter there.

The message I delivered was about True Repentance: the sacrifice of Cain and Abel, and the difference between the denial of Peter and the betrayal of Judas Iscariot.

We left early to spend some time in prayer for the next day’s Pastor’s Conference, which was the base of our trip.

28th November

The venue for the Pastor’s Conference was the Holy Trinity Methodist Church, Haddo. The local Pastor, Reverend T. Selvaraj had already explained that he would not be able to attend.

Bro. David Paul interpreting
Pastor David Paul, who usually translated for the likes of Rev. Paul Dhinakaran, Sis. Padma Mudhaliyar, Pastor Sam Chelladurai, and many other prominent evangelists, was to be my interpreter for the day.

Around 50 pastors and missionaries from the various corners of Andaman had been expected, but only 35 ministers showed up with their spouses.

I had prayed hard that day for the Lord to pour out His anointing mightily to open the eyes and minds of the shepherds in Andaman to recognize the signs of the age we are living in, and the deception which has crept across the world through the Ecumenical movement.

It had been a controversial topic to start off with, and I took some time with my testimony gauging the attentiveness of the listeners. And then the Holy Spirit began His work. My message covered the Mystery of Iniquity, from the Fall of Lucifer, the origins of Babylon, Revelation 17 and 13, a study on the great image of Daniel 2 and 7, II Thessalonians 2:1 - 7, the office of the man of sin, the anti-Christ system, and the false doctrines introduced at the Nicean Council; to the current day falling away, an exposition of false ministries, the deception of the WCC, the dangers of ecumenism, and the world events to take place before the coming of the Lord.

The conference was supposed to have been scheduled for the beginning of the week, but due to a church inauguration at which all local pastors had required to be present, had been postponed until the end of our stay. But it had evidently been the Lord’s will.

At the end of the discourse, many pastors came forward to tell me that in the history of Andaman, no minister would stay for a conference for more than an hour without refreshments or at least a bit of distraction, maybe a ten minute break, but all those 35 ministers had been glued to their seats for 3.5 hours as the Holy Spirit slowly broke down the scriptures before them. I truly believe that this was the work of the Lord. Many young men who had given themselves to the ministry, came forward eager to know more.

With a few Conference attendees
With Bro. Anil Babu (left) and Bro. Daniel (right)
We had arranged a luncheon for the gathering, as all the ministers were from many different islands across Andaman. After lunch, a few pastors expressed their appreciation and extended their hands of co-operation for forthcoming meetings there.

In this day when ministers fight and devour one another, and such walls of mistrust are erected against fellow preachers and ministers in the Christian battlefield, it was and is my aim to deliver this warning, as commissioned by the Lord, to the shepherds, so that they may carry the message to their sheep. If any shepherd does not do so, then the future of his flock lies on his own head, and the Lord may provide some other way for them to receive this message and be delivered.

The end result of the week’s meetings and the Pastor’s Conference in Andaman: “.......Men and brethren, What shall we do?” (Acts 2:37)

November 29th

Our flight to Chennai from Port Blair was to depart at 2:30 pm.

Before we left for the airport, a few pastors came to visit me at the hotel. 

From left: Bro. Elisha, Bro. David Paul, Sis. Benita, Pastor Shadrach, Bro. Anil Babu, Pastor Job
Extreme right: Bro. Paul

There we had a time of prayer. Pastor David Paul prayed for revival in the Andamans before the coming of the Lord.

 I am convinced that soon, the Lord shall grant them one. 


11th to 20th May, 2013

I had been praying for Andaman for 18 years, before the Lord opened a door for me to minister here.

I came upon the idea through my sister Shiny’s office acquaintance, Bro. Vijaysagar, who lives and works in Andaman. I was warmly welcomed into the little community in Port Blair, where I had been invited to preach at various denominational churches.

With Bro. Vijaysagar
The weather had been sweltering before I landed. However, the day I reached Andaman, the shores were rain swept, and the people were rejoicing for the relief  the monsoon showers had brought to the heat racked land. Andaman in summer is unbelievably hot. It rained off and on during my 10 day stay there, so the climate was bearable.

The island resembles Ooty in Tamil Nadu, but with a shoreline. The views are scenic and enjoyable, and the calm of the sea waves crashing in the distance is soothing and almost hypnotic.

The population consists mostly of Tamil and Bengali people. Mostly everyone knows Hindi. Walk along the road and you can hear a whole gamut of languages: Hindi, English, Bengali, Tamil, Malayalam, Telegu, and more! The staple food is of course seafood, with fresh fish being the main course.

I had a chance to visit the Cellular jail in Andaman which had been in use during the British Raj especially for Indian freedom fighters.

Andaman Cellular Jail - Indian National Memorial
Ironically, it drew a parallel to the lives of those in darkness trapped in by the sea of sin on all sides, forced into a life of bondage, and ultimately awaiting the blackness of death.

Travel in Andaman is mostly by sea, and people keep travelling to and from work on ferries along with their vehicles. This is because the Andaman is a scattering of islands separated across short distances by the sea. It was a novel experience for me cruising along the islands by ferry. Bro. Stephen from Andaman was especially helpful in lending me his car for my visits around the islands.

With Bro. Stephen

I preached at the ECI church to a gathering of about 400 people on Sunday, May 12th. My message covered the decay that has set into traditional Christianity. 

With Bro. Elisha
With the elders of the church

I then preached to a Methodist congregation of around 500 souls at the morning service on Sunday, May 19th, and the late morning service was rendered to the King Maranatha Church with around 200 members in attendance. The message at both services was about The Laodecian Age of Revelation 3, and the prophetic sight necessary for today’s Christian people. Many souls were touched and came forward to testify how the message had convicted them. They have all asked me to come back a second time.

In the days between I was invited to preach at a women’s meeting in the Methodist church, and at 3 cottage meetings, where I spoke on ‘Seeking God in Truth, The Touch of the Holy Spirit, and Divine Healing’.

The islanders are an innocent and God fearing people, not corrupted by the ills of mass Christianity or the prosperity gospel, and not deluded by the end time tugs of war. The people are hungry for the Word of God. 

This was an introductory trip. And I feel led to visit Andaman again. My aim is to present and minister the word to people in all the surrounding islands and somehow reach the area’s Bengali population which I have been told is hard to win over.

Do pray for my future endeavours in Andaman, for the Word of our Lord Jesus Christ to be established there, for the end time message to spread through the land, and for the island’s tribes. God willing, I may also be able to minister to them one day and tell them about the love of Jesus Christ and his return.

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