This article honors Pastor Jacob Perera of Sri Lanka, who passed away recently. You might remember him from Jacob’s Kidney Campaign, to which many people contributed a couple years ago. Friends, Jacob’s kidneys have finally failed, but he didn’t. Jacob finished his time on earth strong. To me, Jacob was a friend and a brother in the Kingdom. His passing has left a mark on me, and his legacies will live on.
I met Jacob on a mission trip in 2005. My friend George Bakalov invited me to minister in Kegalle, Sri Lanka with him. Jacob was our host. From the start, I was amazed at how much vision Jacob had. In a primarily Buddhist nation that was stricken with civil war, he was operating several churches, social missions, and a trade school. Jacob knew the Gospel not only dealt with the spirit, but with the whole being. He wanted his countrymen to walk with God, but also to eat and to work.
The purpose of the trip was to minister at a conference for church leaders and their spouses. Jacob invited all the pastors he knew, and most of all the pastors he knew came. Denominations didn’t matter, they came anyway. George preached and I got to share a little, but the best part was at the end, when we prayed for people and prophesied.
In long lines the people waited, church leaders in this desperate country, desperate for a word from God. Later Jacob said they don’t often receive prophetic ministry, and that was apparent by their hunger. One by one we laid hands on the precious people and prayed for them. If God impressed something on us for them, we shared it. Women cried and men rocked as the healing words of the LORD poured from our lips. The work of God was being done. It was hot and sweaty, but sweet and holy at the same time, and destinies were laid out, wounds were mended, encouragement was received.
From Jacob, I learned to seek the full counsel of God’s Voice.
Here were pastors and leaders, well-versed in the Bible. Here were orators and preachers, adept at sermons. But what they seemed hungry for was God’s current and present Voice, communicated through prophetic ministry. There are some who say God’s Voice is limited to the Bible. They make the Bible the ends. But isn’t God the ends? Isn’t the Bible a means to know God? The full counsel of God’s Voice is not in the Bible. The full counsel of God’s Voice is in God. And God is not limited to the Bible. He doesn’t contradict the Bible, but He’s not contained by it, either. I learned this from Jacob.
Then we found out that Jacob’s kidneys were failing him. He needed a kidney transplant. Weekly dialysis was taking a toll. So we reached out to raise money for a kidney transplant. In the mean time, Jacob searched for a donor. Generous friends, family members, and readers-we-did-not-know gave, and eventually all the money was raised, all $20,000 of it. Wow, 20 grand for a man none of the donors knew. Very cool.
But raising the money was the easy part. A kidney donor still had to be found. Finally a match came forward—Jacob’s wife Sureshni. Flesh of his flesh would become flesh of his flesh. Sureshni volunteered to give up her kidney for her husband. It all looked good. But a national law prohibited a spouse from donating, so Sureshni’s kidney was no good for Jacob. The search continued.
Through all this, Jacob lost his eyesight. Through all this, Jacob got weaker and weaker. Through all this, Jacob visited a hospital every week so a machine could cleanse his blood for him. The money we raised went to his medical expenses. It ran out.
But, he continued ministering. He launched Easter and Christmas outreaches and kids ministries and widow feeding programs, and still the churches grew. I got an email from him, “Thank and praise God for all He has done for me.”
From Jacob, I learned to press ahead in God’s call despite the circumstances.
Here was Jacob, having every earthly and permissible excuse to back off, slow down, take it easy. But he didn’t accept them. I think his medical issues and presenting frailty strengthened his resolve. There’s nothing like facing death to invigorate you into life. I think Jacob learned this. He’s really the fortunate one. I wonder how many of us are being lulled into uselessness by vain pursuits, empty entertainment, and idle comforts. I wonder how many of us are alive but are living as dead ones. We’re not affecting much, not seeing beyond ourselves, not living a life worthy of Jesus.
Jacob got a grand wake up call, and he lived off that for several years. But what of us who don’t receive such a call? What of us who drift through our years, attaining stuff, remaining at a distance, dreaming for a life of ease? What of us who never get such a grand wake up call to make it count? We might waste our time, waste our talents, waste our relationships, because we thought we had more years in us. But what if we don’t?
I tell you, when I go out, I want to go out swinging, like Jacob did. I tell you, I want to go out seeking God, like Jacob did. What else is there?
Goodbye my friend and my brother. I will miss you. Thank you for living well. I’ll see you again.
