About Us

May all the glory go to our God.

  I was born, and baptized Catholic, in 1949 in Madras, now re-named Chennai, the capital of the South Indian state of TamilNadu. I received a Catholic education in one of the city’s leading missionary-run schools and took a Bachelor’s degree in Textile Technology in 1971 from one of Madras’ premier engineering colleges.

That same year I announced my decision to disassociate myself from my Catholic and Christian heritage, and, having officially changed my Christian names from George Michael to a more ‘Indian’ Mohan, chose to be identified as a Hindu.  I also changed my Christian family name [surname] to the more ‘Indian’ PRABHU. I left home with two little bags containing a few clothes and around Rs 50 [about a dollar today] in cash, and took up my first job in a textile mill in the textile city, Coimbatore.

 My wife Angela’s ancestors are from Goa. She is Catholic. We were married in February 1973.

Our elder son Raakesh [born 1975] is married to Patricia, the younger Vimal [born 1978], to Judy.

It had never been my intention to marry any girl but a Hindu. It is a long story about how I met and married Angela, but what is important to this story is that I did not know she was Christian until it was, you know, ‘too late’. You see, God had other plans for my life.

I had resisted all attempts to christen our sons with Christian names, and the harried priests and my in-laws finally had to use the names that I selected just to ensure that the babies were baptised.

Why this attitude ?  Bitterness, maybe. I was born in a 24-room mansion in a prime area of the city. Some of our Catholic relatives had cheated our family out of this property  by going to the courts and committing perjury after taking an oath on the Bible. We had to move out of the bungalow and became rather poor, since my Dad’s income could hardly meet the needs of a family of seven, of which I was the eldest. Our rich Catholic neighbours turned their backs on us, as did the local clergy who had otherwise been our frequent visitors. They were now seen with the new owners of the bungalow.

Those were the late ‘60s, the days of the Beatles, of the Rolling Stones. And of long hair and rebellion. Hooked to rock music, I found a release and expression in rebelling against all forms of authority.

There were other reasons. Those were orthodox times in the South. The standards of morality were not what they are today courtesy television and globalisation. There were just a few of us westernized Christians in my engineering college, and the traditional Hindus thought poorly of us for many reasons. Indian films cast Christians as loose-living people, drunkards & criminals. A majority of the Christian guys I knew were marked for lack of interest in education, and this image of  irresponsibilty was something I desperately  wanted to steer clear of. There was also the issue of money. Most of my college-mates were sons of owners of oil and textile mills, businesses and chemical plants. I was a nobody. I had to become a somebody, somehow.

I thought that if I identified as a ‘Hindu’ it would be better for my career and future. I was determined to become famous. And definitely very rich !! And I would prove something to everyone; what that was,

I didn’t know, but I saw myself being held in respect and awe for my achievements.

Moreover, I did not find a living testimony to Jesus in the lives of my family, friends and most priests, at least the Indian ones who were then beginning to replace the missionaries in schools and in the parishes. I could not accept a God who seemed to favour the oppressors and the rich, and I didn’t want to believe in a God who would one day sit in judgement on the hedonistic lifestyle that I had opted for.

Things were going my way and I moved up through a succession of companies. I had just joined a Swedish-German multinational as its representative for Northern India, when, in May of 1982, our God sovereignly revealed Himself to me through a family in which He was manifesting Himself in a manner which I have never seen again anywhere in all the years since then. It was in a private setting, during their family prayer, in a Catholic home atop a hill, 3000 kilometers from New Delhi where we now lived.

We were on summer vacation.

Curious, I attended one of these prayer meetings after making a silent prayer to God that if He were ‘alive’, He would reveal Himself to me, assuring Him that if He did, I would serve Him. I had not found fulfilment in wordly success. I experienced the love of my Father God and the cleansing power of the Blood of Jesus Christ Who took away all my sins. God ‘spoke’ to my heart, and after my conversion, gave me a mission: to go back to Delhi, plant prayer groups and start there the ‘Charismatic Renewal’, a term that none of us in the family, and definitely not I, had ever heard before.

Anointed by the Holy Spirit, I did just that.  It again is a very long story…. And I will refrain from going into it.  Prayer groups blossomed all over the city and today we have the [Indian] Catholic Charismatic Renewal [CCR] headquartered in Delhi. Few today know the true history of those early days, and I often regret that I did not maintain any records. I helped constitute, and served on, the first and subsequent Delhi Service Teams of the CCR. Angela, with her Spanish guitar and beautiful voice provided the “praise and worship” for my talks at CCR rallies and night vigils, and for the visiting preachers who mostly came from Bombay to give us retreats, a music ministry which was certainly very different in those times from what it is now. I was given the gifts of a love for and a deep insight into the Word of God.  I enjoyed nothing more than animating a prayer meeting and breaking the Word.             

With a comfortable 5-day workweek, I could devote myself to  part-time ministry from 1982 to 1991.

1991 saw me take charge as the Regional head for another major organization, but I found little time for Renewal activity and my prayer life. I was in the process of achieving everything I had ever wanted to, when God permitted circumstances to cause me to take an immediate decision to give up, without claiming any compensation, both my profession and my recently-started business ventures [I was by then the owner of a boutique and director of two companies], and to move in faith back to good old Chennai [Madras]. It was January of 1993.

There’s another long story here, a rejection of my calling by the local leaders of the Charismatic renewal, a prolonged desert experience, a “dark night of the soul”, a back-sliding, a story of how I contracted an “incurable”, progressive and crippling disease that incapacitated me for almost 2 years, my eventual turning back to the Lord in repentance, faith, trust, hope and love, my physical healing, and the development of this present prophetic ministry.

I had a second marvelous encounter with the Holy Spirit at the Divine Retreat Centre in Muringoor in Kerala State (four visits in 1995), and then again with the team of the late Fr. Francis Rebello SJ and Fr. James Manjackal MSFS (1997-1998). After about 4 years of 'full-time' ministry from 1995 as an ‘evangelist’,  during which period I equipped myself by spiritual reading and study, I was led into this particular ministry against the ‘New Age’ in early 1999.

My call to ministry was confirmed by all the above priests, and also by Fr. Augustine Vallooran VC of Divine Retreat Centre during my first meeting with him in 1995, but it had been prophesied to me by Fr. A. V. deSouza of Poona [Pune] in 1985 during his retreat in Delhi when he did not have the least idea about my identity and my spiritual life.

The same thing happened again, with this ministry against the New Age being confirmed by Fr.Jose Vettiyanckal VC at the Logos Retreat Centre, Bangalore in  February of 2001 who did not know my background when I met him for the very first time. There were other priests too who had told me that I had a special calling and a radical ministry, the late Fr. Irenaeus dos Santos of Delhi, for instance. And Fr.Jim Borst MHM. I have been privileged to attend the first batches of several Catholic Bible Colleges, Schools of Evangelization and Counseling Training Programs.  My favourite areas of ministry are teaching, pro-life work, Catholic apologetics, and ecumenism, all of which I have engaged in at one time or another. Definitely not this crusade against the New Age. But one does not do what one likes but what one is anointed to do.

Another mighty miracle in our lives is the way that God has provided for our finances. Since I am in full-time ministry, there is no scope for me to augment our income [my last salary was in December 1992].

Our sons too are decently employed but we have never been dependent on them at any time in our lives and, as always, we continue to live by faith, dependent only on the Lord who meets all our needs. True to His Word in Malachi 3, He has never seen us in want, and I believe that two of the reasons are our unconditional leaving aside our security in business & employment to trust in Him, and our commitment to tithing to other laypersons in ministry.

Thank you for your interest in what our awesome God has done for us, and we pray the same blessings and more for you too.