My Catholic Life – The Foundation
Family rosaries, Mass with grandfather, the sound of hymns in Mundamveli.
A boy learns faith not from books but from rhythm and memory.
Read moreI was born into a humble Catholic family in Mundamveli, Cochin, Kerala, where my father was a carpenter and my mother a homemaker. With only primary education, my parents could not guide me in my studies, and poverty often limited opportunities.
At the age of seven, I turned to the Holy Mother as my spiritual mother and to Infant Jesus as my closest friend, asking them to guide me in learning and in life. From childhood, the Holy Mass, the Rosary, and Eucharistic Adoration became the pillars of my strength.
I begin each day with the Rosary and strive to attend the Holy Eucharist as often as possible. My deepest desire is to devote my life to the Holy Mother through Santo Catholic Mission, working every waking hour in her service.
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Diocese of Cochin, India
Diocese of Shrewsbury, UK
Catholic Archdiocese of Edmonton, Canada
Family rosaries, Mass with grandfather, the sound of hymns in Mundamveli.
A boy learns faith not from books but from rhythm and memory.
Read moreFrom the earliest days of my childhood in a small town in Kerala, India, the name of Jesus was whispered into my ears by my parents and grandparents.
They taught me short prayers to the Infant Jesus, prayers so simple that even as a little boy I could repeat them with folded hands and a trusting heart.
Read moreI grew up in a poor carpenter’s family in a small town in Kerala, India. My parents had only a basic education, and they could not guide me in my schoolwork. I often watched other children being helped by their mothers after school, and I felt a deep sadness in my heart.
I longed for the same. One day, I asked my mother if she could teach me like the other children’s mothers did. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said:
Read moreFrom the time I was very young, St. Joseph was a special presence in my life. My family’s devotion to him was simple yet deep.
My grandfather often told me stories of how St. Joseph protected the Blessed Mother and the Child Jesus. He would say:
Read moreFrom the days of my boyhood in a small town in Kerala, India, the Holy Mass was the center of my life.
Each morning, my grandfather held my hand and walked with me to our parish church. The streets were quiet, but the sound of the church bell stirred our hearts with joy.
Read moreFrom my earliest days, the Rosary was woven into the very fabric of our family life. Each evening, when the day’s work was done, our little carpenter’s home in a small town in Kerala, India, became a place of prayer.
We gathered around our small wooden altar — with its crucifix and images of Jesus, Mary, and St. Joseph — and we prayed together as a family.
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