We are now in
another village about 7 hours from Raja and Meena’s home. We don’t know where
we are, we never do.
We stopped in a
village today in the middle of a street after 6 hours in the van. We were told
to get out and preach the gospel on the street.
People gathered
around, of course because we were white. Raja was translating.
There we were
sharing the gospel of Jesus to Hindu’s. This might have been the first time
they had heard about Jesus or the 20th, but we got to share.
I would never do
something like this in America. It’s not my thing and it makes me think of the
‘you’re going to burn in hell if you don’t accept Jesus’ kind of thing.
But this kind of
opportunity, I couldn’t pass up. I wasn’t not going to say anything to these
people. The crazy thing is, these people were listening. They were intently
listening to the words of us and the translator. They seemed interested not
just because we were white, but there was a spark there,
No one accepted
Christ, but people talked to one of the Christian Indian guys with us. A church
will be planted there soon, we have hope.
Then we traveled
another hour to an awesome house! We came here tonight and set our stuff in the
house to find a bedroom for the girls and one for the boys and a big living
room. It’s so nice to have privacy from the boys and Indian pastors!
There is also a
shower. Yes, a shower head with water coming from it, in India. Praise the good
Lord himself. I can finally shower! I haven’t in a long time, not even bucket
showered in a long time. And it’s cooler here, so no sweating!!
We went out to use
the internet, but the power randomly turned off in the middle of us posting
blogs. So, that was the end of that.
While using the
internet, it had been pouring rain. Driving the big van home in the town was
fine, until we got closer to the house. The streets near the house are all dirt
and mud roads.
We got stuck in the
mud, all of us had to get out and push. We reversed and went down another road,
only to get stuck again. We pushed and Raja kept driving and didn’t stop. So,
we got lost and tried to find our way back home.
When we finally did,
Raja wasn’t there. We washed the mud off our feet, then were rushed back
outside, in the mud, to go eat dinner.
Courtney and I
couldn’t help but laugh at the situation since we had just washed off to go
back out and get muddy again.
The people here are
so humble. They love to serve. I know I have said this several times, but it’s
so incredible. We never go hungry, there is always a meal prepared for us.
There is always plenty to eat, most the time too much.
