Two Pillars; One Mission
By Nesri ManoharanThe first-ever Tamil Vocation Camp in the Malacca Johore Diocese took place from June 27-29 at the Church of St Philip, uniting over 60 Tamil-speaking young adults for a weekend of discovery, faith, and purpose. With the theme 'Two Pillars; One Mission,' this milestone initiative was inspired by Fr Adrian Francis and supported by Sr Evelyn Elyas, FdCC, marking a new chapter for vocation awareness among Tamil-speaking Catholic youth. Organised for single men and women aged 18 and above, the camp focused on helping participants reflect on the lives of St Peter and St Paul, and to ask: What is God calling me to do with my life? The entire programme was successfully led and coordinated by Kevin Raj Brutus from the Church of St Louis Kluang, whose youthful leadership and spiritual focus brought energy, structure, and heart to the camp.
A Weekend That Changed Lives Sr Evelyn gave a moving sharing about the life of a Canossian Sister, while introducing the roles of Friends of Canossa and Canossian Lay Missionaries. Fr Adrian walked the young men through the beauty and sacrifice of Diocesan Priesthood, answering their honest questions with love and clarity. One participant shared, 'I thought I was just coming for a camp. But I left with a clearer heart, a stronger faith, and new friends who also want to follow Jesus seriously.'
Mission, Friendship, and Faith The highlight for many was the gotongroyong service at the Canossian Convent: washing, scrubbing, gardening , a simple act that opened hearts. In the evenings, praise and worship, rosary, and Eucharistic Adoration created space for a personal encounter with Jesus. The camp closed with a beautiful Mass and a deep sense of hope. Participants didn't want to say goodbye because something new had begun inside them.
Your Invitation This camp was just the beginning. A spark has been lit in the hearts of many. If you are 18 years and above, single, and searching for direction, keep your heart open, your moment may come. Come and see.
Come and hear His call.
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