A year has passed by, since
Your entry into your Heavenly Home, dearest Thomachen …
Yet the streams of tears have never stopped
Flowing down from our eyes!
Deep down in the depth of our hearts lie
The inconsolable sorrow of missing you-
Losing you from this earthly home.You carved a niche for yourself, A very special place
In the hearts of every member of your family …..
The little ones, the students, the grownups,
Priests, parishioners and the Church –
Many lives you touched in myriad ways –
Teaching, preaching, celebrating sacraments, writing and counselling.
Your humility and reverence only to God our Father,
Surely endeared you to all, especially to Our Lord!The Year of Faith started on eleventh October two thousand and twelve
And with great devotion and enthusiasm, you participated actively.
And bore witness to your faith on thirty- first March, two thousand and thirteen.
To its fullness you lived the Paschal Mystery
Preparing yourself for forty days in prayer and penance,
Finally uniting yourself to The Lord Crucified.
On that Easter Sunday, the day of Our Lord’s Resurrection,
You were born into that beautiful land!
You gained entry into Paradise
And earned a place beside Jesus Himself!
The legacy you left behind
Of living out the Gospel values,
Constantly invites us to live for Christ,
And only for Christ.
Our reasoning minds pose many a question-
“How could this happen to an innocent one?
Why did God allow this to happen? Why Lord, Why?”
Our heads ache, our hearts bleed….
Do we have an answer? – Yes!
We know God had a plan for you,
And he fulfilled it in His own, wise way,
So we surrender humbly to His Holy Will.
For He, our living Father who created you,
Called you to priest-hood,
Formed you with His tenderest care
And then Gifted you with Martyrdom!
May you enjoy the bliss of heaven eternally
And intercede for every one of us.
May your life inspire others to dedicate themselves
And bear much fruit for the Kingdom of God!
For the blood of The Martyrs is the seed of Christianity.
May the Lord of Martyrdom be glorified everywhere and in everything!
Jesus, Jesus, was the sweetest name for Fr. K.J.Thomas.
Saint Peter’s Seminary was your home, dearest Thomachen
Seminarians were close to your heart for the past twenty five years.
On that Easter Sunday, you prayed for your dear and near ones
And wished for Peace and Joy of the Risen Saviour.
To your friends you sent the promises of Easter by Helen Steiner Rice
“Because I live, you shall live also” (John 14:19)
We need these seven words above to help us to endure
The changing world around us that’s dark and insecure;
To help us view the present as a passing episode,
A troubled, brief encounter on life’s short and troubled road.
For the fact that life’s eternal because our Saviour died
And arose again at Easter after He was crucified
Makes this uncertain present, in a world of sin and strife,
Nothing but a stepping stone
to a new and better life!”
You were ready to meet the Risen Lord on that Glorious Easter Sunday.
A furnace of fire was burning in your heart for the Lord, your only master.
Service to the Seminary was the expression of that fire of love.
That made you respond to the slightest noise of the attackers on your beloved home.
You wore your white cassock, given to you, as a sign of your Priesthood
And marched forward to embrace Martyrdom.
A heavy strike on your head with an iron rod
And punches on your spotless face with their strong fists
Made your blood ooze out profusely from your head and mouth.
Yet you did not lose your faith in the Risen Lord.
They stamped on your chest and broke your ribs
That pierced your loving heart and lungs and made your breathing difficult.
In that brokenness, you uttered the sweet name of your divine master, – Jesus, Jesus……
The cry was loud and clear that reached the ears of all round there,
Even the priest who resided at the next door.
You surrendered your last breath to Jesus your Loving Saviour.
That was your final proclamation of faith during the year of Faith.
That was the culmination of your thirty three years of Priestly offerings to God for your people!
They dragged your body to the tea room as a prophesy
You always wished to be with your brother priests, not with your possessions.
May every drop of your blood that mingled with water
And sprinkled on the courtyard of the Seminary intercede for peace in the Church.
May the Holy Spirit who put the sweet name of Jesus in your mouth
At the last hour of your agony, be glorified forever and ever.
May you enjoy the beatific vision of the Risen Lord forever and ever.
(A Poem by late Sr. Jacqureline,the beloved sister of Fr.K.J.Thomas)
This brings me so much joy,
And when my eyes are closed
Memories with you flash by.
Every moment spent with you
Is cherished with great affection,
And for as long as I live
You will always be so dear to me.
Though you’re not here today with us
I know you’re watching over me
And in my prayers you’ll always be
Because you mean the world to me.