I find myself in moments on the race that I want to share with you, my prayer team, support team, family and friends.
Its ordinary moments that we are invited to a meal with new friends, laughing over a cup of Chai tea, in the home of a Hindu family who are friends with the pastor we are serving with. It is the hope of the gospel being shared with them in them coming days. It is the rumble of the hope of the future that I wish I was eloquent enough to tell you about. Those moments (and dang, that Chai!) are moments I want to share with you.
The hope here is like a quiet rumble of a rising. It’s not loud, and if you didn’t know it was here, you could miss it. The moments are quiet where you can hear the heartbeat of the hope. The hope of Jesus is permeating the culture that makes Jesus illegal. Illegal to share Jesus on the street, but shared often within the context of community and friends. Jesus will be renown among every nation of the world, and India will be included in that.
It is amazing to learn about the Jesus we serve only able to be taught in the context of exactly the way He wants to know us, relationship. To not be able to tell people about the man who saved my soul until I have a relationship with them. To pray with and for pastors who have dedicated their lives to the very cause of Christ cant speak of Hin outside of their homes. To have the chance to speak to a young pastor’s wife who cares for her three children without the support of family. I am humbled to not only have the chance to witness it, but to speak life into it.
This month I am learning the power that lies in the words I speak.
At times, these pastors seem nameless, to so much of the world. Our time in India has made me more excited for heaven because we will be in the presence of the one that right now we cant even talk about. We will know the name of every pastor who fought the good fight of faith, without a thank you, a pat on the back, or encouragement. To be able to share conversations with these pastors and meet the people that they risked their very lives to share Jesus with.
But right now, I have the chance to speak life into pastors who feel alone in the fight. I have the chance to hold babies who are the future of the gospel of Jesus Christ in India. I have the chance to do my best to help breathe a breath of fresh air into people who are fighting the good fight of faith.
Will you pray for them? You might not know their names, their stories, or even their faces, but I assure you that God knows them well, and is well aqainted with their struggle.
Until He Comes,
Kristy
