When I Saw My Jesus in India

I saw my Jesus in the tiny body and precious little face of sleeping 2 month old.

 

I saw my Jesus in the bright eyes and joy of 6 or 7 kids in the slums.

 

I saw my Jesus when a church of 40 or 50 strong worshipped Him in their own tongue, clapping fiercely, and singing loudly.

 

I saw my Jesus in the sorrowful eyes of a Christian women we prayed over in the slums.

 

I saw my Jesus when my team prayed against the powers of Satan and praised our Lord for His love and protection.

 

I saw my Jesus in the graciousness of our hosts.

 

I saw my Jesus in the home of a wonderful Christian woman who told her testimony to us and who had much to teach us.

 

I saw my Jesus when I saw our hosts encourage a young woman and her family that despite financial hardship, it was still possible for her to go back to school.

 

I saw my Jesus in the face of a young man who shared his testimony with us and as he worshipped beating his drums.

 

I saw my Jesus in the laughter my team shares.

 

I saw my Jesus in all the Christians I met who IS making His Kingdom come.

 

I saw my Jesus in the half-naked kids running around.

 

I saw my Jesus in the Christians who have big dreams for their country.

 

I saw my Jesus when my team was going to watch a movie, but God turned the power off and we had an impromtu worship night.

 

I saw my Jesus in the evening with a bright star and a cresent moon shining in the Indian sky.

 

I saw my Jesus in the bright eyes of a young Christian man who worked at an orphanage–the same orphanage he grew up in.

 

I saw my Jesus in the excitement of 180 little ones as we sang, taught them, and played games. I saw my Jesus in their eyes as they shouted “auntie” and teased me with their silly handshakes.

 

I saw my Jesus in the blind eyes of an 18 year old boy and the faith of his family.

 

I saw my Jesus in the love and servant-heart of a young girl who was this boy’s neighbor–she takes him to any prayer meeting he wants to.

 

I saw my Jesus where Americans had made India home and were working for the good of this country.

 

I saw my Jesus in a group of young women as they were encouraged to call each other out in their strengths and gifts.

 

I saw my Jesus in the wisdom and gentle and quiet spirit of a American Christian woman who encouraged us.

 

I saw my Jesus in the faithfulness of the Christians in this country.

 

I see my Jesus in “Holy Spirit” time with my team where we go so deep spiritually and the Lord is there.

 

I see my Jesus as the people continue for God’s Kingdom even as we are leaving.

 

Where do you see our Jesus?