Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Kingdom of Heaven is Like....

Jesus used parables to engage the imaginations of the people in His time. A good storyteller always does.

Here in the 21st traveling century with iTunes, iPods, iPhones, WiFi, Blackberries (the ones you can't eat) and Hemi engines (I think it means more if you live in Texas) there must be some new analogies to draw from that post-modern culture and the metro-sexual would understand.

"The Kingdom of Heaven is like a corn field" just doesn't translate in a world of Internet and Hi Def TV.

Today as I was boarding yet another airplane (destination home) I experienced the usual relief of a job well done, mission accomplished, and all the comforts and normal things that were waiting for me at the end of my twelve hour odyssey.

Fifty thousand feet, ten hours, close to six thousand miles this leg of the journey and after the mandatory pass through customs and a short drive I will be home.

The flight agent stood taking boarding passes. I handed her mine and out popped a small white square. She looked up and said, "Miss J, you have been upgraded today to Business Class."

I couldn't believe my ears! The Germans don't let go of those passes readily. At first I wanted to hide my newly upgraded and undeserved status. But I couldn't -I was traveling with friends. I went to the counter and inquired of my companion - I wanted someone to experience this joy with.

WOW - she had been upgraded too! Now things were really looking up. We thought of the meals, the seats, the leg room, the service. We were downright giddy and overcome with the whole unexpected nature of our good fortune.

"Eye cannot see, nor ear hear or heart imagine all that God has in store for those who love Him."

We felt like we had "arrived"!

"The Kingdom of Heaven is like a free - unexpected - undeserved Business Class Upgrade."

There is a journey we must take - it may be familiar and hold it's own set of known promises.

We envision Heaven as a reunion with those we know have gone before, finally seeing the Master, beautiful scenery (or maybe just those big fluffy clouds). But I know (because the Bible tells me so) Heaven is so much more. And today, I had to smile as I played with the multi-function chair (up/down foot rests, back massage, ad infinitum it seemed) lean back, lay flat, add comfort to your lumbar spine area.

All the things in heaven we'll be playing with like giddy children who got way more than they knew they deserved!

This Present Suffering

“… I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us...” Romans 8:18

One of my favorite verses in recent years is The Message translation of Colossians 1: 24 “ I want you to know how glad I am that it me sitting here (in jail) and not you. There’s a lot of suffering to be entered into in this world - it’s the kind of suffering Christ takes on … I welcome the chance to take my share in the churches part of that suffering.”

It took me many years to grasp the place and appropriate role of a missionary. I would come home from an amazing experience and determine every one needs to be “out there.” It went beyond determination and judgment of what I thought were “lazy pew warmers,” there was a whole world out there perishing for lack of “preachers being sent.”

“and how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent?” Romans 10:14-15

Fortunately and divinely God adjusted my heart and aligned my attitude. Now, I do see my “goings” as my part of what the “church” is doing. All working together “One Body” and the Lord certainly tells us there are no parts more or less important than others. The Body needs praise singers, and greeters passing out bulletins as much as it needs its missionaries out in the faraway ends of the earth passing out tracks or using other methods to get the Gospel out. It helped deflate my head and take the “grrr” out of my speech when I spoke of my most recent place of the Lord’s business (and why weren’t you there)?

We have been in South India laboring in a variety of ways. We began on Good Friday with over 100 children singing, laughing, decorating their photo and seeing how uniquely they had each been created. We had illness interrupt and alter our plans – but God’s design is unstoppable. And the faithful troop of women He sent into the Indian battlefield pressed on.

There wasn’t one thought of retreat among us. I reminded our team member who was in the “camp” at the hotel as we went out, the promise Kind David gave to his troops, “those who remain with the stuff” (Yes, it really uses the word stuff in the KJV) get the same portion of the spoils as those who go into battle. (See 1 Samuel 30:24)

For the first three days while Evelyn was “encamped” at the hotel, she stayed with our “stuff”. The stuff of anxiety putting on a program one member less, the worry over her health, the supply issues, the travel safety and the thoughts we all battled of “what if we all get sick?” Yes, E got the same portion, although she didn’t see hands raised in affirmation and acceptance of the salvation message. Each day when we returned, the Lord had faithfully renewed her, comforted her, and gave her a bucketful of one liners to make us laugh at the end of a tiring day.

Sometimes I felt she was our “battlefield cook” gathering sustenance (in forms of humor, a gentle and quiet spirit, and even sharing her past police officer experiences) to equip us from her bedside. Each evening and morning we gathered in her room to be armed, dangerous, and looking for God in the unexpected places.

He certainly showed up in E.

Although I am used to the travel, and upon entrance to “row whatever” and seat “always with a view”, the other teammates were not. We coached them in travel tips (order a special meal because they come out first, etc…). I don’t think they needed it. For even after 20+ flying hours, 7 hours in the Chennai domestic terminal with few people but 10,000 flies and mosquitoes – they were tired but never faltered. They soaked in the sights, the sounds and smells and never complained.

They walked among the trash heaps, noticed the cows in the road, but even when the driving was treacherous (up and down the mountain – in the city dodging cars, cats, cows, and people) a gasp may escape – but never a complaint. It was all just part of what they had been called to do it like the good soldiers the Bible calls us to be.

Each morning we had devotions presented from each member to set our hearts towards Him and to “fix our eyes on our Jerusalem”, the children of Southern India and the rescued orphans on the hills in Kodai. Our fearless leader (V) would go over our day as carefully and thoroughly as it had been plotted and planned and written out. She would then look up from her note-filled paper, grin, maybe chuckle and say “but things can change”. And change they did, many times over – but always the chain of command was in place and the Commander-in-Chief was in charge.

I arrived to her room first one morning, and she said, “I need to show you where all the important papers are concerning the trip.” “What?” I exploded. She then went on to say her evening bout with heartburn gave her pause to think, “What if it isn’t heartburn and it’s a heart attack?” I said, “surely V you are joking!” She just looked at me and laughed and said, “Face it the way things have been going with this trip nothing would surprise me.”

All around the city you witness a variety transportation forms: rickshaws, cattle carts, cars, vans, buses, and motorcycles. We all asked J (a veteran cyclist) if she thought it would be thrilling to negotiate the roads and actually NOT hit a cow. In her most convincing, wide-eyed, southern accented voice she said, “ARE YOU KIDDING!”

Five women on a mission trip sometimes use expletives (all right it was mostly me around the mountain curves, but E would add quietly “I second that emotion”). We talked about books, movies, top tens, threw in a life experience relevant to our day and we laughed and laughed. Of course there are those things they say, “What happens in India stays in India” and with confidence I can share this much – it did stay in India – we flushed it down the commode (or at least tried).

Most of us in our down time, fell down on the bed, remarked at the inches our ankles had increased or decreased , tried to remember if we had consumed our two liters of water, processed our own mental fantasies (controlled electricity, hot soaking bath, green salad without fear and other simple things you find you miss while away from home). But our teammate K would put us all to cerebral shame by carrying around a set of mathematical equations she is using to study for the GMAT. If you don’t know what it means, you probably will never need to know.

I would watch her on the plane, in the bus, outside at 6:00 am, whenever there would be a break in activity, she’d be flashing (her brain that is). It was amazing to watch the energy she exuded during the day and still find the mental acuity to flash x’s and y’s, equals and divide signs by her often weary and closing eyes. Her heart and dedication to everything she does was apparent. You could see it in the four inch stack she had in her pants leg pocket!

Here in India, we came together in unusual but ordained circumstances. We worked in unison with hands willing to fold fabric, paint walls, hoe a row, plant a seed, write a verse, and then at the end of the day, tenderly touch the face of a child. It was precious to watch K tenderly stroke the arm of one girl who had been abandoned at a later age. This severely traumatized child would spend most of her time in the playroom in the corner away from the other girls. Every day, K would sit down beside her, begin to gently stroke her arm and sing or utter quiet words, “I love you, and Jesus thinks you are beautiful.” In the end, she finally did allow her an embrace.

J never seemed to know which girl to love on first, but baby Sara Grace always sought her out and they would park in a chair. Sara Grace held tightly to her chest and their hearts would synch – two peas in a pod – a safe place to fall.

E’s health and recovery was bolstered not only by the exercise of gardening in the sun, but when she would sit on the floor her quiet voice and slight form offered haven to a whole bevy of enthusiastic babies. They would rush for her like linemen after a quarterback - and when they accomplished their task of knocking her off her balance – all would burst into laughter, hug harder and then retreat to start the process over.

And then there is V, friend, sister, co-laborer and leader. Countless times I saw her heart for orphans. It would show up in laughter while she giggled, held and played with the 18 baby girls, it would leak out of her eyes as they glistened with tears in a tender moment as she held her namesake, “baby Vicki”, and I would see it as she watched the women she led being changed by the hand of God as they practiced “pure religion undefiled”.

I am sure they would all say, “we were glad it was us here… in Kodai doing our part for the church.”

And me –

well, who am I, I’m just “the clown.”

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Those Who Sow

As the Israelite pilgrims made their way up to Jerusalem for the festivals set by the Lord they sang songs. They are recorded for us as the Psalms of the Ascents. The old standard hymn "Bringing in the Sheaves" finds its origins in Psalm 126.

"Those who sow in tears will return with rejoicing carrying sheaves of joy"

We have completed the tasks set before us. We have sown and sewn, painted and decorated walls with the Word of God protectively above the hearts and heads of the orphans.

We walked down the hilltop one final time today. With each step I took, it seemed as though my tears were watering the flowers beside the path. I remembered the Psalmist and found joy in the promise of the future Harvest He is growing.

This morning we make our way back down the mountain. Our health issues are minor to what they have been, but there is 36 hours of travel to make it through. We need safety, rest, restoration and good health for the journey.

We have seen God's hand, we have felt His pleasure and we thank you for faithfully interceeding for the "farmers".

Finished sewing - smiling and waiting to sown some more!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Sowers and Sewers

I praise the Father of the fatherless for your faithful prayers on our behalf.

I can't say the Lord has given us the strength of ten men, but He has been faithful each day to restore and energize us for all He has planned for us to accomplish. When I am climbing the hill up to the orphanage the view is breathtaking (or is it the steep hike combined with altitude that is taking my breath away)?

Today we began to decorate the home with the variety of materials we had pooled together from various sources and combined creative gifts. The "formal room" is now covered with "Stewart Stenciled Stars" and one wall has foam crosses that form a cross. The girls names and the date they were "rescued" is interspersed between the "Hearts by hand of V". It is so cheerful and honoring. Sonya, the girl rescued on Sony's birthday (the last baby to join the home) name appears at the foot of the cross. Soso loved it!

The main play room now has a border that says "Grow in God's Word" circling the entire room. Above each area are Bible figures depicting various stories. I had the task of writing all the stories and verses around the pictures. It brought me to tears as I looked back at the handiwork knowing "God's word does not return to Him void". At any time as the girls grow they will be surrounded "by so great a cloud of witnesses". David and Goliath, Moses, Jonah, Noah, the story of the Exodus, and many more.

E, J and K took turns in the garden - sowing a future Harvest that will sustain the girls nourishment for the season to come. Everyone is familiar with the adage, don't just give a man a fish - but teach him to fish. Well, the Lord provided these precious little ones women who knew nothing about gardening (hey we can read the package), had painted only when necessary, sewn only on occasion or when a button falls off, but all who overheard the voice of the Lord and replied "Here I am send me."

We have traveled by plane, traversed mountain roads with no guard rails, and RAN when we had the runs out of necessity not fun. Great has been our reward!

We have seen the face our Father in the dark eyes glistening with joy as we hugged, tickled, gurgled and made gorilla growls.

Our hands have been guided supernaturally as seeds for sustenance were sown, and blankets of warmth were sewn!

We have had moments of poignant sadness sharing a widow's grief and seeing her own orphaned children, when their father who had such a passion for orphans left this life too soon by our understanding.

We finish what He has asked of us tomorrow - but we leave behind a garden made with love and a home decorated with delight.

We beseech the Lord of the Harvest for this harvest. We count on His promise to Jeremiah, He is watching over His word (painted on the walls)to see that it performs all He has set out for it to do!

Sowing, Sewing, and still smiling
In His service

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Rescued, Redeemed, Restored

"...long ago He decided to adopt us into His family...". Eph 1

Here in Kodaikanal, at the top of the mountain there is quiet. It is quite the contrast to other places in India, where the traffic horns blare well into the night and start up again in a cacophony of impatient tones well before dawn.

We arrived safely, anxious around the hair pin curves, but considering E was fit for travel, we felt blessed to be able to make the journey and proceed with the work at the orphanage.

We all rested well, and were excited to make our way to the Redeeming India orphanage. The home sits on the side of a steep hill, at the end of a one lane dirt road (partially washed out by the recent rains). The stone stairs leading to the home are flanked on both sides by beautiful purple flowering shrubs, and lantana spilling over from the elevation above.

We were greeted warmly by the house mothers, but for the 18 baby girls (ages 6 months to 4 years) we were an odd size, shape and color. Most were able to accept our strange greetings and cooings in baby language without tears, but there were a few that took one look at our strangeness and let us know they were not near as excited as we were.

We spent most of the day accomplishing the needed tasks: a garden planted, new bed sheets and pillow cases sewn, and the classroom painted. But our afternoon was spent on the floor coaxing cuddles out of our new friends.

Little by little (after their naps and lunch) the began to allow their curiosity to rule their proximity and they approached us one by one. When they saw we were odd - but funny - there was no stopping their enthusiasm to have new playmates that made strange sounds (Kathy has a perfect gorilla imitation) and laugh with the joy we unfortunately loose with age but rediscover around babies!

Loving on these girls, seeing their beautiful cherub-like faces, and hearing them laugh, it was hard to imagine how superstitious practices would have robbed them of life, often by horribly cruel murderous methods shortly after their birth.

But they were rescued.

Although they will never know the man responsible for saving them, they will know a Father's love who promises He has a future for them, plans to prosper them and not to harm them. They are daily being cared for by young Christian women serving sacrificially illustrating the love of the Savior.

They have been redeemed.

When Sony first shared how these girls are "bought for a price" it truly was a picture of our own "redemption" story. We have an enemy, one who seeks to destroy our life - and but for the effort of the One - we would die separated never knowing the Father's love.

We just celebrated the truth of Christ' conquering the grave. We know one day we will join together with those who have gone before, and a "Prince" of a man who understood pure religion undefiled, will stand with His King and see the girls he saved restored into his loving and awaiting arms.

Psalm 124:2. If the Lord had not been on the side of: Pria, Sophia, Sarah Grace, Gloria, Sonja, Vicki, Jennifer, Angelina, Kristina, Faith, Camille, Eden Joy, Karissa, Tricia, Nancy, Beth, Rachel Lisa Marie and you and me - we would have lost our lives."

Monday, March 24, 2008

A Man May Plan His Steps

...But the Lord directs his path"

It is early Monday morning here, the sun is shining and we have witnessed the rising of the Son in over 500 children's hearts!

We will travel up the mountain, to Kodaikanal to begin our work on the orphanage of Redeeming India (www.redeemingindia.org ). It has been an amazing few days here in Batlagundu and we have felt the pleasure of the Father, the community of the Saints, and the power of your prayers.

Last night we returned to the training center to say our goodbyes to th 16 young Pastors who have served us and the Lord well. Their commitment, passion, and presence has inspired and humbled us.

When we first arrived J pointed out the resting place of the mortal body of Sony Prince, the inspiration and visionary of the center and the orphanage. It was too much for my heart to bear. Memories of our trip in Jan of 2007 came flooding in like the rain we had been dowsed with the past 4 days.

Sony, his wife Soso and their three young children in tow had walked us up this very road, while Sony spoke of his vision for the land. "Here we will have a chicken coop where we can sell eggs, here we will have rabbits so the orphan girls will have enough protein, here is where we will raise goats to provide for their dowry...". I am sure he never would have said, "and here at the end of the road, will be my grave."

The sun was setting on Easter, my tears were flowing as we tried to make our way back through the darkness across the path covered in rocks and pools of rain left behind by the past few days of stormy weather, I fought to look up.

I struggled to embrace the full meaning of the day, our Lord conquered the grave, death has lost it's power, the body of Sony Prince, faithful servant, loving husband, devoted father, passionate evangelist may be lying in a grave next to the vision he shared with us, but as Easter promises - he is with our Lord. He is not here - he is risen indeed!

Going up the mountain - and I am not smiling - but nervously still serving

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Update India

We are praising the risen Lord here in India. After our interpreter D drove to the hospital and returned with the Doctor and 2 nurses (they did not want to make a hotel call). The initial report on E is dysentery. He prescribed medicine and is running additional tests to make sure it is not something else (parasitic or otherwise). She remains in great spirits with a wry sense of humor about the confinement and inability to participate with the children. When we returned this afternoon after she had produced the doctor's "sample" she inquired on how each of our "movements" we're flowing along. Although it is raining (actually pouring) none of our Spirits have dampened. We have probably laughed more these past few days than college boys at a Will Ferrell movie.

Please continue to pray for healing, as dysentery is not only a drag - it is very dangerous in the third world.

We serve an Awesome God, who brought almost twice as many children today as expected (230). It turned out to present many problems with our supplies for crafts but nothing the children knew about. It seemed at every turn of the program a new problem erupted (lack of supplies, pouring rain, no interpreter, clown with the runs running to the bathroom with an entourage) you name it - it was happening today. But we all held our ground, praised our King and laughed at the conquered enemy who was causing the chaos.

It was a great day!

The Name above all names was lifted up, and as He promised, He drew 230 children to Him!

We felt pretty close too.

Please continue to pray for the warfare will surely intensify tomorrow as the resurrection celebration will put us all in the line of fire.

Pray for the weather here as well. The roads are washed out, the news reported 9 deaths from the floods, and the forecast is still calling for storms for the next few days.

Tomorrow we will travel to a village an hour away, celebrate and worship and then have a program for 150 village children.

Our God reigns over the rain and all other concerns. His is faithful and we trust Him completely. Pray for boldness in sharing the Truth about the Day - He is alive!

Immediate Need in India

Calling all pray-ers!

Our day started off with a bang! Literally. Our sweet team member E began to feel a bit queasy at breakfast got up to go to her room and fainted. She and J remained at the hotel to let her rest and try and recover. After three hours she has not improved. We are currently waiting to see if a physician can come to the hotel, but if not she and V will go to a clinic. Pray for restoration and healing as well as mercy. She is in wonderful spirits making jokes and smiling in spite of this new trial.

We are praising God for the over 200 children participating in the full day program. They are open hearted and having a great time. Clearly the enemy is on the attack but Easter is the promise he is defeated!

Thank you for your fervent and effective prayers. Our God reigns! And another prayer is to stop the rain - it is flooding!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Above All

Here in India it has been more than "Good Friday", it has been a GREAT Friday! During our morning team devotion we sang off key, but in spirit the praise song "Above All". You may be familiar with the line, "above all nations, above all kings, above all powers and all created things." It was an appropriate way to clear our minds and set our hearts on the Living God we serve. We have been surrounded by hundreds of temples to millions of deities. It renewed our minds to acknowledge our GOD IS above all we have seen and all that holds the people here in bondage.

We started the day in worship with the local Nazarene Church hosting our afternoon children's program. Several of the lay leaders as well as Soso delivered a portion of the message on the last 7 utterances of Jesus from the cross. We were uplifted by the message and the testimony - we are ONE body serving together no nation, no race, "under God indivisible!".

Our afternoon program was attended by over 120 enthusiastic children, eager to hear the Word, sing songs of His love and celebrate the day of redemption. The nationals closed the ceremony with an invitation for the children to pray. With bowed heads and hands folded in prayer, the traditional sinners prayer was offered and all 120 children prayed.

It was a GREAT Friday!

Tomorrow we will have a full day program with another 100+ group. Please continue to pray for our health and stamina. Pray for the hearts of the children to hear the Truth. Pray for safety and rest. May the God we serve show Himself faithful in new ways to you all.

Smiling for the Wonderful cross

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Safe and Sound

Home Camp Team

Your in field mission team arrived safely to Madurai after three flights, 10 layover hours, and a car ride covering close to 20,000 miles (all together).

I forgot the SOUND here. I confess after all the travel the noise tends to annoy and distract but as we drove through the streets past many shrines and temples, I was reminded by the "still small voice" of why we have come so far. Millions of idols deceive and seek to drown out the truth. As the blaring horns worked on fraying my last nerve, I said to my companions, "it's Maundy (Holy) Thursday."

On that night so many years ago, our Lord held up a piece of bread, and then the cup of wine. We repeat His words in remembrance of His sacrifice. But today, here in India amongst a small portion of over 1 billion people who have yet to know - He was broken for them, His blood was spilt for them I was reminded of what a small sacrifice our inconvenience of flights, fatigue and general comfort stretching really is.

Friday, did not look so good to His followers, but we will be celebrating the rest of the story here tomorrow with over a 100 village children! Pray they hear the Good News of the only God who lives!

Please pray we make quick body and time adjustments and as always for our health and stamina. Our prayers are with you in celebration of the King we serve.

With a crooked (from fatigue) smile but serving still!

Friday, March 14, 2008

Claiming Psalm 2:8


In the recesses of your heart, you must have asked this gift of the Lord:

"Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession."

Once again, we are going forth to claim our inheritance on the shores of India and see the Kingdom expanded here on this earth. I will be traveling with a team from East West Ministries International (www.eastwest.org) lead by the Director of Orphan Ministries. Yes, it is the same Director I have been with on many occasions and in perilous circumstances! I remind you, so you will understand on how much we will NEED you to be actively praying and interceding for the battles we will be engaged in. Three other courageous soldiers will also be bringing down strongholds in Tamil Nadu. This will be the first time to India for each of them.

We will be conducting VBS outreaches in the villages surrounding Batlagundu on Good Friday, Saturday and after the Easter Sunday service. Monday we will travel north up the mountain (pray really hard for me Sunday night before you retire) to Kodaikanal and the orphanage of Redeeming India. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we will be working on repairing and refreshing the orphanage for the 18 baby girls who live there. This includes painting, decorating the walls, sewing curtains, and helping to plow for a new garden to bring a harvest to supplement the food needs of the orphans and their caregivers.

While I am not one to support or encourage the "name it and claim it" version of prayer in regards to personal wealth - I do believe we must call forth the power of the "Name" and "Claim" the territory where we are. He has sent His angels before us to prepare the way, and I can't imagine the warfare occurring in the heavenlies even now. There are 33 million recognized Hindu deities in the unseen realm. BUT, greater is He that is with us than he that is in the world. I am praying, and I ask you to join me, with the words of encouragement God's servant Elisha uttered in 2 Kings 6:16-17:

"Don't be afraid," the prophet answered. "those who are with us are more than those who are with them." And Elisha prayed, "O Lord, open his eyes so he may see," Then the Lord opened the servant's eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses, and chariots of fire all around..."

Daily (sometimes we may be needing HOURLY) intercede on behalf of our team, the hundreds of children and villagers we will be ministering to, as well as bringing supernatural comfort to the widow and orphans of Sony Prince, the founder and visionary of Redeeming India (www.redeemingindia.org ).

We are not retreating, we are moving forward aggressively taking the Word to the ends of the earth as He has commanded. You may not be with us physically, but remember the promise of 1 Samuel 30:24:

The share of the man who stayed with the supplies is to be the same as that of him who went down to the battle. All will share alike."

What a glorious inheritance we have been given! The fallow ground needs plowing, the fields need the promise of rain, but what a harvest awaits!

"Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. As it is written: "He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor; his righteousness endures forever." Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. You will be made rich in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion, and through us your generosity will result in thanksgiving to God. This service that you perform is not only supplying the needs of God's people but is also overflowing in many expressions of thanks to God. Because of the service by which you have proved yourselves, men will praise God for the obedience that accompanies your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for your generosity in sharing with them and with everyone else. And in their prayers for you their hearts will go out to you, because of the surpassing grace God has given you. Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift! 2 Corinthians 9:6-15

Smiling, grabbing my field tools and the weapons of war!


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INDIA - Calendar of Events





MARCH 18
Depart DFW 5:30 pm

MARCH 19
Arrive Frankfurt Germany
Depart for Chennai India
Arrive in India 1:40 pm Dallas TX (Central Standard time)

MARCH 20
Arrive in Chennai India 12:10 am
Depart for Madurai India 6:50 am
Arrive 8:10 am
Travel by van 2 hours to Batlagundu

MARCH 21
VBS Outreach (100+ children)

MARCH 22
VBS Outreach (100+ children)

MARCH 23
Worship and Praise God for the Risen Savior!
VBS Outreach (100+ children)

MARCH 24
Travel to the mountaintop orphanage (http://www.redeemingindia.org/ )

MARCH 25 - 27
Orphanage repair and restoration work, to include garden planting, painting, decorating and sewing new curtains for the baby girls!

MARCH 28
Travel down the mountaintop to Madurai
Depart Madurai for Chennai 8:50pm
Arrive Chennai 10:10 pm

MARCH 29
Depart Chennai for Frankfurt Germany 1:50 am
Arrive Germany 7:15 am
Depart for US 10:15 am
Arrive DFW 2:25 pm