The small fans that cool us seem so insignificant until this moment. I am surrounded by beautiful children, marred with symbols of idolatry on their bodies- third eyes, bracelets, markings to ward off evil spirits. I am teaching them basic math. They are filled with excitement- a hunger and thirst for knowledge.
Posted: July 14th, 2018 | Permalink
India was a long journey both physically and spiritually for me. As I reflect on my trip, the memories come flooding back. There was the good, the sad and the ugly.
Posted: July 7th, 2018 | Permalink
We were walking alongside the road, having just come from a house visit in the slum. Looking around, I could see old buildings chipping of paint, yet vibrant in color. The path along which we walked smelled of undesirable things, yet on any given day there is a hint of fragrance from a local bakery.
Posted: June 20th, 2018 | Permalink
Indian Church reaches out to Former Sex Workers The familiar honking of horns accompanied us, as the Pastor “Rakesh” drove me to “Sita’s” church. As we weaved in and out of rickshaws and cows, I thanked the pastor for the church accepting our girls from the trafficking background. With a warm smile, he replied, “That is the kind of church we are. We are not just here for Christians, we also want to welcome unbelievers.”
Posted: April 12th, 2018 | Permalink
His Grace is Enough for All I take a deep breath and inhale the thick scents of the city street: the aroma of spices from street vendors, the distinct smell of diesel, and the always present scent of smoke from wood burning within the city, envelopes us. We turn to walk down a narrow, bottlenecked road. It's choked with small clusters of people, littered with trash and paved with dirt and broken, uneven stones. Small dwellings with colorful curtains sandwich us on both sides.
Posted: March 16th, 2018 | Permalink