Because there is so much, I wanted to share a really cool experience that we got to have the other day as a team. We were told about a week ago that on last Saturday morning we would be able to go and hang out with disabled kids and color with them and sing songs and just love them.
After prayer and a pep talk about how most of them were Muslim and their parents would be there, we left to embrace just sowing a good seed and doing good and trying our best to preach Jesus with our lives. We arrived downtown Bangalore to this really beautiful park in the middle of the bustling city. We headed straight to a gazebo in the middle where people were gathering.
I walked in and was met with a bunch of kids and their mothers covered almost totally in black. I feel like in situations like these, God speaks so loudly. Here we were with about 30 kids who have mental disabilities and their Muslim mothers. Kids like this are considered cursed in this culture and are seen as not worth giving time to… they are lost causes here. In addition, ministering to Muslims seems almost impossible and might scare the average Christian away.
I know that before the race, I would have been terrified of this situation, but after seeing God’s love cover the darkest places of me, my eyes tend to see a bit differently. I looked at these “outcasts,” these “lost causes” and God spoke so clearly to me. He said in the smallest whisper, “These are my children and I love them.”
He loves them… and He has given His love to me so that I can love them to.
