I’m pouring my heart out to God right now in our hotel room in Calcutta and looking at all the graffiti on the walls and listening to Switchfoot if you want to be exact and I keep saying to the Lord “there has got to be more for these people” “why?” “Why Lord?” We are working on day four in this city and looking for ministry options and it’s been an amazing time looking around, but I think today it hit me that I miss Africa. I miss the children running around and pulling on your legs or running up to you and grabbing your hands and asking how are you or what is your name. I am in this stunning town where everything looks like its old fashion. It feels like a movie. I walk down the streets of Kolkata and all I see is men and maybe, just maybe a couple of women. There are streets and streets of poverty and trash all over this city. I’m on country six and everywhere I have gone the poverty looks a little different. One of the things God taught me before coming on this trip was to observe and I’m started to realize why. Another observation I have made about this city is the respect for women. There is none! Women here are treated as they are of no value. I walk the streets with my teammates and all we get is men looking us up and down. Where is the respect in that? What it comes down to is no matter what they do I will love them the way our Father loves us.
1John 4:13
Do not be surprised, my brothers, if the world hates you. We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love your brothers. Anyone who does not love remains in death. Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life in him.
