I want to thank the readership of this blog for your kind words regarding posts while I was away. Many thanks for overlooking the typos and misspellings that persist when you’re blogging from your mobile device in a foreign country with spotty internet and something like jet-lagged mashed potatoes for brains.
I wanted to post one last time with images from India. Each tells a story that would be a blog in its own right. Captions will have to suffice for the purposes of this post. With life getting back to usual, and me getting ever-so-close to a sleep schedule that resembles normal, it is a new me who has emerged. Experiences like this don’t fade away. Indeed, they make a lasting impact.
I hope the stories and images have impacted you as well.
The ubiquitous rickshaw.
a dreary morning outside the Lalitupur train depot
the not-so-dreary Indian children, gathered with the church
myself and Dr. Ajai Lall, who our team leader rightly said was “one of the 2 or 3 most influential Christian leaders in the world”
a sleeping man and a wayward bovine…both out of place and both common place
Jesus is growing larger in India
because who doesn’t need a vase full of bread once in a while?
I was going to buy my wife a pair, but I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression
overlooking Damoh, India–home to Central India Christian Mission
a toddler studies a puddle outside her makeshift home
like much of India: I don’t understand it, it shouldn’t be, but I find it beautiful
myself and my interpreter Daniel, preaching at the Youth Conference in Damoh
those who stood when I asked who had faced persecution–imprisonment, death, loss of loved ones–because of their faith in Christ
preaching the Gospel in a village church near Lucknow, India
church leaders, all of whom have faced persecution for preaching
despite many hardships, this image captures the spirit of the church in India