India: I’m going to be honest its not my favorite place so far at all.
Curry seemed exotic and delicious at home but in India it’s spicy and tiresome after the 5th night in a row.
Driving in India is nerve wrecking. You start to want to ride facing the back so you can’t see how close you get to the on coming car.
India is a beautiful country masked with trash. Trash everywhere. Trash on the road, trash over flowing the river and taking over each field.
Translating Telugu into English must have missed the Please because it’s not used. You’re bossed around and frankly told “pray for her” never asked.
I tell you all of this to give you a little glimpse of India. It’s not what I’ll only remember. I’ll remember the fun times with the kids at the boys home. Watching them color each coloring page as it’s the newest piece of famous art going on display at the museum. The eager hearts, asking for prayer. The gracious homes that where opened to us with a meal. The sweet arranged marriage of our pastor and his wife. Seeing that love can grow anywhere.
Praying for the fellow villagers surrounding our “home” for the month. Praying for wombs to open, legs to grow, conversion of the Hindu believer and the grieving widow.
India is hot, crowded, pushy, curry filled and loved by Jesus. It’s not my favorite and Christ would have to call me there again for me to cross that boarder. I pray for the people of India that they turn from their gods and see Christ through the fellow villagers who love him or the beauty in their streets. He sees so much more then curry, crazy drivers, trash and the no “pleases”. He sees his people in need of his love. Distracted by their traditions and “trash”. He waiting for them to pick up the “trash” that hides his face.
Pray for India.
