Yesterday we got into one of the ministry vans early in the morning and drove around to certain gateways of Bangalore and prayed for revival. At one point in the morning we were able to go into a Hindu temple and prayer walk through it, proclaiming Jesus Christ, speaking Truth, releasing Love into dark places.
The minute we took our shoes off and began walking up the stairs I could feel the heaviness. Almost not able to breathe and fighting back tears I started releasing the Spirit of the one true God into the rooms we passed through, being intentional to look into the eyes of each person I could.
When we entered the main worship room there were many, many people lifting their hands, singing empty words to a mere statue that will never do one thing for them or love them back. It is truly heart breaking to see the deception and the perversion that Satan has wrapped around these beautiful peoples mind and hearts. When you walk into this main room you see tall ceilings, gold coated all over the walls, artwork of the god represented in this temple, and a room full of people gathered singing songs, lifting their hands, and chanting prayers.
Soon after leaving our pastor asked us to pray in our van outside and began to ask how we were all feeling and the tears began coming. I honestly don’t know how you can’t cry. If we believe that Jesus is Truth and real then how could we not be grieved seeing people that are supposed to be our brothers and sisters in darkness? How could we see it and not be moved? Not moved out of our own emotions but the heart of the Father grieving, aching because of the distance between his heart and theirs.
Yesterday India gripped my heart once again. I know there are false gods and deception all over the world, but my heart has to see this darkness here in India be brought to Light. I believe that India is a place of redemption because the Lord is redeeming her. For centuries she has turned away, giving herself to false idols but her time is coming to be redeemed; a time when she will return to her first love — Jesus.
Just ten minutes later we stopped for tea/coffee (India life!) and when getting out of the van I was still in tears, trying to process in some small way what my heart was going through. And in a moment Jesus knew and gave me exactly what I needed. There stood three young boys and they looked at me with their deep brown eyes with a simple question, “ma’am where are you from?” And my tears went away and joy came. I asked them if they knew Jesus and with their sweet Indian bobble for ‘yes’ they responded, smiling and giggling. From then on they followed us to the coffee shop.
After pictures, laughs, and marveling at my tattoo (all kids seem to think it’s amazing or in their words “super ma’am!”) we parted ways. As I was walking away, getting back into our van, it’s in those moments that Jesus ravishes my heart even more.
He knew I needed those boys.
He knew I was feeling the heaviness from the temple.
He knew just how to bring joy to my heart.
He knew just what I needed.
He knew my heart just like He knows yours and those standing in that Hindu temple because we are His kids.
For you are all children of light, children of the day. We are not of the night or of the darkness. (1 Thessalonians 5:5)
I am proclaiming this over Bangalore and all of India. Even though many people in India are in darkness I call them as the Lord sees them, children of the Light. That they will know Him intimately and from this land would be sent out a testimony of His goodness around the world.
