Sweat.  Blood.  Toil.  Ambition.  Noises surround and the battle around you seems to cave in closer and closer at every angle you glace.  Sweat spills from your brow.  Everything seems to become a blur.  However, you sharply and swiftly rotate your sword around you, jabbing at the enemy.  As you do, your shield is gliding to protect you from the fiery darts that surround. In the heat of a battle it could be very easy to grow weary, but you are armed from head to foot and you stand firm. You stand strong.  And just when the enemy seems to be...

There’s a family with five children who all come to the tuition program that we work with. Four of the five kids are crippled to varying degrees. The two crippled girls can both walk, although their legs are mangled and the two boys both have to be carried from place to place, but scoot pretty well around a room. We go by the boys house every single day and ask if they’re coming to tuition. If they are, we usually pick them up and take them with us. The youngest boy, I’ll call him Madarsab, stopped coming to tuition a couple of weeks ago. He had called one of our contacts...

There’s a family with five children who all come to the tuition program that we work with. Four of the five kids are crippled to varying degrees. The two crippled girls can both walk, although their legs are mangled and the two boys both have to be carried from place to place, but scoot pretty well around a room. We go by the boys house every single day and ask if they’re coming to tuition. If they are, we usually pick them up and take them with us. The youngest boy, I’ll call him Madarsab, stopped coming to tuition a couple of weeks ago. He had called one of our contacts...

I’m back! I’ve slacked off in the blogging department the last couple of weeks. So I’ve got some good news and some bad news… The bad news is we only have three weeks of ministry left. The good news is we still have three weeks of ministry left! I feel like I’ve been in a time warp ever since I left the U.S. It seems like I’ve been in India forever but the weeks are flying by! I’m already dreading leaving and excited for it at the same time. How do you say goodbye to people that have changed your life forever? How do I go back home a completely...

           The child jumped and hit his metal pan against my window on the bus.*Clink.* And I was out of candy. They *tap* your arm. They hit the window. His metal pan came back up to smack the window again but made it in between the bars and hit my ribcage.*Thump.* A nearby bus conductor chased him off. And off he went. To beg some more. To try and make enough earnings for the day. To “work his side of the street.â€� And go back to what? A home? Or the old creeper he probably works for. And what could possibly be waiting for him...