While in Nepal in 2004, I was encouraged to visit an old gentleman who attended a church outside of Kathmandu and was said to have lived a remarkable life. In a humble little home where a bed served as the living room couch, I was served flaming hot noodles as I listened to the amazing story I have shared below. It has been 10 years since I interviewed Brother Ram Das. I have no idea if he is still living.
Brother Ram Das Budha Magar came from the little village of Takho Sira, high up in the hills of the Rukum district in the heart of Nepal. With three and a half days walk and one day by bus from the nearest city, Takho Sira was a remote place. In the spring and summer, wildflowers covered the slopes around the little village, and in winter they were graced with a blanket of snow. In this placed, sheltered from outside influence, the boy Ram Das was raised and taught to be a good Hindu and a good Nepali.
At 18 years of age, Ram Das was left by his young wife, and at 22 he determined to leave the remote village and join the Indian army, along with his brother. The years passed. His brother went missing in India. Ram Das returned to Nepal and took a second wife. Then, after retiring from the service, he returned alone to India in 1974 to search for his lost brother. There he farmed corn and searched.
A strange thing happened in India. Ram Das became terribly ill and drifted into a coma, where he seemed to see his deceased father come to him, along with a being in white. “Don’t worry,” his father said to him, “I have called the doctor, and he will be here.” Then, the man in white touched Ram Das, and immediately he felt strong again. A year later, Ram Das returned to his Nepali village.
While he had been away, a missionary had taken it upon himself to translate the Bible into the local language, with the assistance of Ram Das'. When Ram Das returned to his village, he was surprised to find that his wife, along with about a dozen other villagers, had become a Christian. The day he returned, he worshipped with the little group, and he was reminded of some Christian pamphlets he had received while in the military. He had long since thrown them away, but now he was interested. Reading about Jesus in the Bible, he was convinced that the being in his dream had been Jesus. Ram Das believed in Christ from that moment on, and became baptized.
Nepali law states that anyone converting from Hinduism to Christianity must leave Nepal or spend seven years in prison. For 3 months Brother Ram Das preached in peace. But one evening, while studying with six other men, the police came and arrested the group. The men refused to give up their newfound faith. There were 13 days of trial followed by six long months of hard labor. The men wore chains on their arms and legs and worked from morning until night digging and carrying stones. Their friends and family brought food to them. When the men tried to pray, their guards would threaten them with the butts of their rivles, but they prayed when the guards went away.
After six months, the men were released on parole. They reported to the police on a regular basis, but they did not stop preaching. After one year, they were again imprisoned. This time, their numbers had doubled. Half of those arrested were released six months later, but Ram Das and the others were held for another year. Still, they clung to their faith and gathered strength from the scriptures.
It was 1983 when Ram Das and his friends were released from prison. Faced with mounting debts, he and his wife moved to the capital city of Kathmandu, where he worked small jobs to earn a living. There he met a Seventh Day Adventist pastor by the name of Deepak Thapa, and began attending the Adventist church.
Ram Das decided to return to his village and share his new discoveries with his friends there. To his dismay, the Christians gathered there were opposed to his teachings. He found the Hindus to be much more receptive listeners. Though the laws against converting to Christianity was still in the books, they were rarely enforced.
The Maoist communism movement was beginning to gain power, and many of those who would become part of the rebel party were to come from the Rukum district. Ram Dhas was summoned to the Maoist office.
“Why are you preaching like this?” They demanded. They threatened him, but they could not stop him.
Traveling on foot, Brother Ram Das began carrying the gospel through the hills to other villages that had not heard. He established a congregation of believers in a village five days walk from his own, and yet another ten days walk. For the next 20 years, the faithful pioneer traveled between Kathmandu and these three villages.
Not long before his age prevented him from traveling (about 2002), brother Ram Das was preaching to one of the village churches, when the Maoists came and took him. Friends and family members followed, concerned, but the soldiers promised not to hurt him. Leading him some distance from the group, the soldiers sat him down beneath a tree.
“Tell us what you told them,” they requested. And so he did.
“It’s nice,” they said, “but don’t use Jesus’ name.”
“It’s impossible to preach without using His name,” the aging man replied. “We are ready to take a bullet in the chest for His name.”
The soldiers laughed. “We’ll talk about this later,” was all they said.
Today Brother Ram Das is too old to walk the narrow mountain trails with his message of Jesus. The region of Rukum is still remote, with only two soft runway airports for transportation in this large region with a population of over 188,000. It remains the heartland of the Maoist movement. The condition of the village churches is uncertain. But one thing is sure, the seeds of truth have been sown there, and surely it is true: “So shall my word be that goes forth out of my mouth; it will not return to me void, but will accomplish that which I please, and will prosper in the thing to which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55:11)