
Pr. Joseph C C Testimony I was a Roman Catholic It was in the year 1969, my daughter died in my hands ,on the fourth day after we arrived home at Kerala. I had to carry the body of our daughter alone for about four hours. No one was with me, that night, and I had to walk a long way alone to reach home. During that few hours I asked many questions to my God. I could not cry even, on the way to home, or at home, as my wife is a Bengali and did not know Malayalam, and no one was there at home to talk to her in a language which she can understand except me. That one week I read the Bible, a Catholic Bible, translated by Manni Kathanar, a very good Bible, which I wanted to take with me, but my parents did not allow. And after a week, me and my wife went back to Calcutta, but I was troubled, and wanted to have a Bible to read. After almost a year, one Friday afternoon, after my office work, I went to the Bible Society Building at Chowrangee Road to buy a Bible. But I could n...