My team was invited to a Christian/ pastor conference thing this past Saturday.
There was a lot of worship, preaching and praying that was so spirit enriched and filling that I barely could contain myself. Christians in India are almost an unheard of thing, they are few, but when you see a believer they stand out, they glow with Christ. These people gave me hope for this dark and dead nation.
We left pretty late that night, and in India things really start to get crazy at night. We were at a busier part of town and were overwhelmed at some of the things we saw- transvestites, idol worship services, homeless, and a couple of really sad and ugly situations. By the time I got home I felt drained physically and spiritually. It’s easy to get overwhelmed with the heaviness of this place. But I am thankful for the unfortunate experiences here.
You see, after you see with your own eyes a three year old little boy sleeping on a pile of trash or when you give a street girl a bottle of water instead of money, and her pimp makes her pour it out you aren’t the same, I feel like in a lot of ways I’m broken. But in this brokenness, God is filling me up with more of himself. I feel like my desires are lining up a lot more with Jesus’, what hurts His heart, hurts mine. He is allowing me to connect with situations and people I have never felt connected to before. I am strengthened and mended by His grace and mercy to pour out every bit of myself into the least of these.
