Based on the True Story of the Yanadi Tribe
Five-year-old Jayamma lived in a tropical paradise. In 1970 the Indian government put a rocket in the middle her island. The politicians wanted a high-tech missile program like the other grown up countries.
Jayamma and her family were unceremoniously relocated from Shiharikota to the mainland in Southern India. Rejection, starvation, and abuse were among the first hosts to welcome Jayamma’s Yanadi tribe.
“You dirty people eat crabs and rats, and you crawl into your little huts like pigs. Go away!” Stones flew.
The Yanadis were at the bottom of a heap of caste prejudice that had fermented for hundreds of years. Jayamma’s family was driven from place to place until they found a home where no one would molest them—on top of the city dump. Flies and leprosy dogged them, but they sifted through daily truckloads for bits of tin and glass and made a living from recycling.
God looked from heaven and saw the plight of his beloved Yanadis. He put his plan into action.
In the village of Rajupalem, three Yanadi men had strange dreams. They whispered excitedly as they told a visiting relative, Pullayia.
“I had a dream of a shepherd who came to separate some sheep to go with him.”
“My dream was that a man dipped us under the river.”
“In mine, we all drank blood from a cup.”
Pullayia was obsessed with interpreting the dreams. He tried a witchdoctor, then a Hindu priest who sent him to the Baptist pastor in Nellore City.
“Yes, I know what those dreams mean.” Pastor Kamalakar snatched up his Bible to begin the explanations about Jesus, baptism, and communion.
With the interpretations, a holy fire came to Kamalakar. He walked village to village helping the Yanadis. Healing and miracles were daily occurrences. First hundreds, then thousands of Yanadis were baptized into Christ.
The revival spread until it reached a twenty-five-old, broken Jayamma. The sweetness of God’s love rescued her from death and despair. Her childhood innocence returned, she trained in Kamalakar’s school, and saved hundreds of Yanadis as one of the first women evangelists.
Today the revival continues with Kamalakar’s son, Rufus, leading the charge. From underneath the fetid heap of human tragedy, God pulled the Yanadi Indians. He washed them, hugged them, and called them sons and daughters.