Jared Nygren: A lesson on joy

One of our previous volunteers, Jared Nygren, recently took to the web to share about his experience in India meeting with one of our dear friends, Jayaraj. He shares how Jayraj taught him about real joy. Jared’s experience reminds us all that joy is possible and hope is rising – in large part due to the attitudes we choose to employ as we face what stands before us. We’re grateful for Jayaraj and Jared’s examples. Give this a listen, and then don’t forget to donate so we can continue to help Jayaraj and his colony, as well as others like him!

Becky Douglas: Our Simple Offerings

Original article featured in Meridian Magazine

I sat next to a reporter at an exclusive luncheon in New York City put on by Traditional Homes Magazine. This was their annual event to honor “Five Classic Women”. Each year the Magazine had its readers send in nominations for that year’s Classic Women award. More than a thousand nominations were sent in each year, from which five women were eventually picked.

The reporter turned to me and said despondently, “I hate this luncheon. It always makes me feel like I haven’t accomplished very much. The women being honored are always proactive in creating change in the world and in making life better for so many people. I don’t do anything except write a column for a magazine.”

(Please pardon my personal reference here). I actually recognized this reporter as the person who had interviewed me a couple of years earlier when I had received this award. “What are you talking about?” I interjected. “I remember you interviewing me and writing my story. That story reached millions of readers.” She responded that it was hardly even a story. There was only a column down the side of the page that featured a large picture of the person—it was only about four measly paragraphs!
I asked her if I could share a story of someone who wrote to me after reading her four paragraphs about our work in India. She seemed surprised, but hesitantly nodded yes. I told her that several weeks after the magazine came out announcing that year’s Classic Women, I had received an email from a woman who had read the story. She wrote that, like my story, her precious daughter had also committed suicide. She went on to say that her life essentially ended that day. She wrote of the anguish and the agony that greeted her every day as she woke up to an empty house. She sunk into a dark and deep depression. Her sense of loss and worthlessness seemed to permeate her every interaction with others. Eventually, she said she had driven away not only her husband, but all her friends as well.

After living in misery for more than a year, one day she suddenly decided that she actually had a choice. She didn’t have to live in absolute misery this way. She could decide not to wake up any more. And so, she began to plan her own suicide. She researched drugs that would work best and purchased some through mail order.

She mentioned that she was a bit anal about things being orderly. She definitely wanted her house to be clean when her body was discovered. She had carefully planned this suicide so that her body would be discovered by a housekeeper coming three hours after she died. She didn’t want to be sitting around decomposing in a house and not have anyone find her.

Once the plans were made and the date was on her calendar, she immediately went into a frenzy of cleaning. She meticulously cleaned out every drawer and cabinet. She organized all her papers. All bills were paid and her desk cleaned off. She emptied every trash in the house and even waited until the day after her weekly trash pickup so that there wouldn’t be trash cans left at the bottom of her driveway.

When the day finally arrived, she unplugged her computer and sat down at the kitchen table with the glass of water and the pills of poison in front of her. Everything was clean and orderly. She was ready and felt okay with her decision, although she couldn’t help the tears that were spilling down her face. Just as she was about to swallow the pills she heard the mail truck pull up and stop at the bottom of her driveway. Dang! She didn’t want to have mail left in her mailbox! Putting the deadly pills down on the table, she went outside to bring in the mail.

When she retrieved the mail, the Traditional Homes Magazine was on top. She noticed that it was the annual issue where the Classic Women were announced. Her curiosity got the better of her and as she walked back up the driveway she flipped open the magazine to see who had won this year. She happened to open to the page with my picture and a four-paragraph write up, which she read as she walked back up the driveway.

She only made it halfway up the driveway. The story of my daughter’s suicide caught her in her gut. She couldn’t stop reading. She stopped halfway up the driveway and fell sobbing to her knees. Clutching the magazine to her breast, she stumbled to her feet and made her way into the house, still sobbing. Through her tears she plugged in the computer which had been shut off and looked up Rising Star Outreach.

She wrote that when the page came up, she hesitantly clicked on the Sponsor a Child page. There she found a little girl with the same birthday as her daughter—a beautiful little child from a leprosy colony in India with big downturned brown eyes and a shy smile. Her heart was captured.

This woman concluded her email to me with the words that she had decided to live in order to sponsor this child through school. “I have trashed the pills. I have a reason to go on. I will do this in my daughter’s name.” I concluded my story to the reporter, “So your four paragraphs saved a woman’s life and gave her the will to go on.”

As I finished my story, the reporter’s eyes, which had widened at the beginning of the story, were now misty eyed and reddened. I told her gently that I had twenty of these stories in a folder on my computer. Would she like me to send them to her? “I can’t believe it,” she whispered in a voice that was barely audible.

“Yes,” I said slowly. “I think you’ll find all these stories touching. Each one was written by a mother or a father who had lost a daughter or a son to suicide. These are the kinds of emails I get every time my story is told—even if it’s only in four measly paragraphs. When you write your stories, you have no idea how many people are touched and how their lives are affected. Please realize that what you do is important. You may never be honored as a Classic Woman, but (I smiled) I don’t believe that God measures success the same way we do here in the world. The truth is that He is able to make great things come of the small things that we each do. So, don’t sell yourself short!”

When I got home from the luncheon, I opened my “responses” folder under the P.R. tab of my email account. I forwarded twenty-two emails to this reporter. Her response back to me a few days later was beautiful. I thought of how she never would have known what had come about because of her work if she had not just happened to be seated next to me that day. She could have lived her whole life and been oblivious of the good that she had done.

Oh, if we all could just happen to sit next to someone who could show us how a kind word or a thoughtful gesture we had made almost without thinking had made a significant difference in someone else’s life! We all have the power to influence others and give encouragement and healing. What we don’t always have, is the knowledge of how that word or action made a difference to someone struggling within. Thoreau wrote that all men live their lives in quiet desperation. Sometimes a mere four paragraphs or a simple gesture can bring healing into another aching heart.

We plant the seeds of kindness with the faith that God will bring the harvest. In our case, we may not ever know what the harvest was until we stand on the other side of the veil and see that no act of love was ever wasted. Four measly paragraphs, seemingly unimportant, saved a woman’s life and gave her a reason to live. The kindnesses that you render may have equal impact as God uses them to lift His children. This is something I believe with all my heart.


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As described by Carrie Scott
Former Development Director | Rising Star Outreach

From his boundless energy, it’s hard to guess that Jayaraj is nearly 70 years old. He is the consummate entertainer and as I walk up to him, I hear his unmistakable tenor voice enthusiastically singing, “My name is Jayaraaaaaaj” in greeting.

Like most people in the leprosy colonies, Jayaraj has had a challenging life. He worked as an accountant for a cruise line company until he was diagnosed with leprosy at the age of 20, at which point he was asked by the company to leave. After that, he taught Tamil and Math in the government’s home school even though he only has an eighth-grade education level. Jayaraj met his wife, Jayamary, while receiving treatment for leprosy. Shortly after they married, a Catholic priest in Chennai told them about the Mogalvadi colony. Both Jayaraj and Jayamary dealt with a lot of discrimination from the local people and felt it was best to isolate themselves in the colony.

I’m not naive enough to believe that he is happy all of the time or even every time I’ve been in his colony, but I think he makes a choice.  He chooses to be cheerful and to joke, to dance, and to make music with us, and we love to be with him in return because there’s something perspective-shifting about being in his presence.


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As described by Allison Tueller
Communications & Data Manager | Rising Star Outreach

Shanti was among the first people I met after arriving in India for the first time. A little jet lagged, I was already overwhelmed by all of the new sights, smells, and sounds of India when I caught sight of her pushing herself through the colony. I’m still amazed at how beautiful and radiant she is. Through her bright smile, she has a peaceful stillness that makes me want to be close to her.

Although it is obvious that life has been difficult for her, Shanti’s strong spirit shines through in her smile. And while she is now cured from leprosy, the disease left her with significant disabilities. Yet it is also obvious that she is more than just a leprosy patient or an amputee. She is confident and self-sufficient, happily cooking and selling food in her community.

After receiving microgrants years ago, Shanti used the money to invest in her cooking business. As it grew and became profitable, she repaid the loans and reinvested in her business. Through this process, she has found dignity and hope for a better life.

She projects confidence, competence, and grace – I watched her expertly haggle the price of vegetables with a street merchant, all while stoking her cooking fire, carefully peeling garlic cloves (essentially one-handed), and making everyone laugh and smile.

Sponsor A Child Gift Guide: 3rd – 5th Standard

Sending gifts can be a fun and exciting way to connect with your sponsored child. However, sometimes it can be hard to know what to send, especially to someone who lives halfway around the world! To help out, we’ve come up with a list of ideas for students of all ages! This month, we’ve posted ideas for students in 3rd – 5th Standard (8-11 years old). Be on the look-out for future posts with ideas for older kids!

  1. Slinky
  2. Scratch Art Board
  3. Jump-rope
  4. Watercolors
  5. Silly Putty
  6. Discovery Book
  7. Spot It (Game)
  8. Mini Sketch Pad
  9. Learn to Draw Dinosaurs
  10. Hair Ribbons

You can use these specific gifts or use them as a starting point to come up with ideas of you own! If you have ideas, feel free to share below!


If you would like to send a gift to your sponsored child, you may send it to our office and we will forward it to India. Be sure to include their name and standard somewhere in the package. Please address the package to:

Rising Star Outreach
3305 N. University Ave, Ste 250
Provo, UT 84604




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