Thursday, February 19, 2009

Thoughts in an airport.

I'm sitting in O'hare airport in Chicago, waiting for my last leg of the journey. Thanks for staying with me, oh you brave few! I only regret that I could not keep up with daily updates due to lack of anything resembling modern electronic communications. What a mix of the ancient and the modern is India. You have guys hauling a mountain of rice stalks with an ox cart hooked up to huge water buffaloes and the latest Chevrolets and Tatas blowing their horns, all at the some time and place!

I met a guy named Ravi in a cafe in Frankfort who was from India (now living in Vancouver, Canada.) He overheard me telling my waiter (an Indonesian named Choo) that I had been in India. He was very interested in my impressions. Turns out the guys is a fairly serious Hindu. Ravi was explaining to me about: 1) Why the color orange is sacred, 2) Why the swastika is a sacred symbol, and 3) Why homeopathic medicines work (something about how the active ingredients are so diluted that they work at the molecular level of the "sacred essence." Right.

I think he could tell I wasn't buying but he was willing to let me pray for him and bless him in Jesus' Name. Ravi is a CPA working for a multi-national accounting firm. That's India . . . a mixture of the ancient and the modern.

I preached about 17 times in about 10 days to about 300+ pastors in about 9 locations. I spoke in churches with a thatched roof and very simply poor people. I spoke in cities where there were middle class people as well. I prayed for hundreds of people and humbled by their response. I was honored wherever I went some like kind of dignitary. When all is said and done, I believe the one changed the most by the whole experience is me.

I didn't know what to expect as I prepared to come to India. I had very little by way of expectations other than to see God move. I saw His hand at work every day of the trip. I don't know what the future holds in terms of future ministry in India. All I know is there is a wide open door and the need is so great. Here am I, Lord, send me.

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