That moment in India when:
–we are asked to pray for a farmers sheep to multiply
-we’re told to preach for 45 minutes and right before we begin they tell us they’ve extended the time to an hour and a half
-the electricity goes out while we are preaching and they bring out candles to help us see in the pitch black
-we’re being swarmed by bugs and there’s nothing we can do about it
-the bugs start going down our shirt and there’s still nothing we can do about it
-we’ve lost count of how many bottles of oil we have prayed over
-we’re fed more rice in one meal than any stomach can ever hold
-we start praying that Jesus helps us eat just one more bit and cools our mouths down at the same time
-we are wiping tears from our eyes from how spicy the food is
-team time involves passing around Tums to help relieve the burn
-with every mosquito bite we find we yell out, “MALARIA”
-ants have infested our apartment
-people are constantly watching us eat (and we eat with our hands)
-people are constantly staring
-people are constantly taking pictures of us
-every house is another cup of chai tea (which is delicious)
-there only place to get toilet paper is an 80 kilometer drive away
-when four of your teammates have to get up mid meal for a bathroom break
-you can’t go on the porch without being followed
