Thursday, May 29, 2008

Mango Season

"Always be ready in season and out"

"What kind of fruit would you be?" Is always a good ice-breaker. I always pick the mango. I think my choice is not only because of the happy childhood memories it evokes, but also the fruit itself.

In the summertime, on rare occasions (because of their expense) my mother would treat herself (and us children) to a mango experience. And experience it was - because of the mess! She would carefully cut the slices (which we would eat with a fork) but when it came to the fruit left on the almond shaped seed at the heart of the fruit - it was a stand over the sink, try to hold on to the slippery golden delight, and use your teeth to scrape every last bit of the honey-peach flesh off.

It was sticky, the juice ran down our arms and the strings of the last vestiges of the delicacy stuck in our teeth, remnants and a reminder of the exotic delight we had just partaken in.

I am a mango.

Yes- fleshy, delicious with a golden heart when ripe in service of the King. If sliced correctly (a trick I didn't learn until I was an adult) most of the inside can be enjoyed without much mess. I especially relate to the weirdness of the seed's shape - I am a weirdo at heart. But if you want to have the whole experience (know the real me) it will be messy.

Much of the world I see is just that - a mess. The results of a fallen mankind reeking havoc on the innocent.

I see the "mess" poverty creates, and the ignorance ignoring it makes.

I see the "mess" of lives interrupted by broken bodies and broken spirits.

I see the "mess" of the third and fourth worlds with little social infrastructure to take care of things like trash.

I see the "mess" of the first world with few social morals and no boundaries to spare children the debasing imagery of internet pornography.

I see the mess

But I taste the mango.

I taste the redemptive power of a Creator who promised on a hillside the poor will inherit the earth.

I taste the restoration knowing in His time, we will all have new bodies fit for eternity.

I taste the removal of all the old things as He says in Revelation 21 - "behold I am making all things new - the former things are washed away."

I taste and rejoice to serve a righteous King who is on His way to judge the quick and the dead.

I taste and see -

The Lord is good!

I have eaten more mangos in the last six days than I eat in an entire Texas summer.

As I was praying through my farewell this morning, getting my thoughts before the throne on another series of "goodbyes" - I cried.

The mess and the meaning came flooding into my heart. Poverty, pain, desperation, filth, farm animals, bare feet, broken hearts, and leprosy.

In this life, in this place there are no words to explain the meaning of the mess.

As I was trying to wrap my heart and mind around it all, the Lord reminded me of the season. Mangos!

Mangos, mangos, mangos!

Everywhere I look I see baskets and baskets of mangos. I smiled, it was if the Lord was revealing the great harvest of a girl who when asked what fruit she would be - always answers, "a mango."

"And some seed yielded a harvest a Hundred fold. "

I am on my way home smiling

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Are You Looking at ME?

"You must be looking at me 'cause I don't see nobody else". Robert DeNiro - The Taxi Driver

The line made famous in an oscar winning performance "are you looking at me", plays in my head each time I look out into the audience of children.

I will wave, or smile, or call them forward to help with a story and they look around at all their friends, giggle, glance back with a finger pointing towards themselves and in the language of all hearts I read it in their eyes -

"Are you looking at me?"

They are also hesitant at times, unsure of embarrassment or worse, but on occasion my glance and gesture for them to come forward is met with great excitement as they jump to join me up front.

This usually happens after they have witnessed someone else do it without harm or injury, and actually survived and had a good time.

I have seen over a thousand children's faces, another 500 or so adults over the last six days and twelve programs. I saw quite a few "are you looking at me" gestures in the crowds I performed for.

I heard their applause echo in the heavenly realms and breaks hearts in bondage to false deities, through His love and joy.

Part of the program is making "Gospel Bracelets" as a craft. I share the Good News with them beforehand and then - what can I say - chaos erupts! The lay workers make their way through the crammed in bodies of the children, while most of them are jumping up to get their beads, their strings, their "possession". They grab, they trample, they cut in front of their friends - all for some worthless beads that will in all likelihood end up lost before they make it home.

I watch (from a safe distance) in awe at the patience of the workers (well, sometimes they loose their patience and resort to yelling for silence or "be seated") while they finish their job.

To add to the pandemonium of the experience I have added a bonus of handing out prizes for those who can tell the Gospel story.

At first, some are reluctant, but once the initial kid comes forward and leaves with candy and a pencil - it is a mad rush for the stage!

Tonight, during the last performance something unique happened among the children. Spontaneous groups formed among friends and they would coach each other to be sure they could make it through the "test". It was wonderful to see them take it so seriously. AH... If we could learn an evangelism lesson from that.

I do share at the end, the enthusiasm to gain an earthly "prize" for sharing the Good News should be equally matched with enthusiasm for sharing to gain a prize collected in eternity.

Isaiah 6:8 says "I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "whom shall I send". Isaiah OVERHEARD in the spiritual realm the Lord looking for those to send out to proclaim His news.

The presence of our Master is all around us. Sometimes I think are we are gathered around our church pews waiting to see the "show". The Bible certainly says many came to see the miracles. And when some new "purpose" or "prayer" is offered in a Best Selling book, we clamor like the children, grabbing at this piece of knowledge, these three steps to progress, prosperity or promotion in the ranks.

And when we've got it "down", we're looking for the "prize" of a blessing He'll pass out because we paid attention and got it right.

And when we catch the Master's glance - do we look around at our friends for affirmation or decline - "no, you go". Afraid to be "chosen" for the job?

In many of my experiences with children and orphans around the world, I will look out at the crowd and catch a glimpse of His gaze through their eyes. Sometimes it is only a flash, a deep old soul look emanating from a grinning baby, or overzealous eyes followed by wildly enthusiastic laughter.

I don't have to say to Him, "are You lookin' at me?". Because I know that He is.

And when I find myself in the audience of One, I always here His voice saying "whom shall I send, who will go for me?". You must have guessed I always answer, "here I am send me."

At 2:00 pm Thursday CST, I will begin my long journey home. It will take 24 hours to make it back halfway around the world.

It has been a joyous adventure - and a harvest ripe for the picking. I have reaped what the faithful here tirelessly sow, and I have sown what will bring a harvest for the next round of workers.

Beseech the Lord of the Harvest!

If you are looking around at your friends - STOP! He IS looking at you!
If you haven't overheard His question - be quiet and then be brave!

YOU are the workers He is raising up!

Smiling because I saw His face here and heard His voice -
He was laughing

Laughter Among the Lepers

"A cheerful heart doeth good like a medicine." Prov 17:22

The road looked familiar. This is not an easy statement to make given there are virtually NO road signs except on the highway. I marvel each day at the ability of the pastors and lay workers to instruct the driver back into the remotest of village areas. But the turn off today remained in my cerebral directions since we were here at the Leper Colony in November.

I was actually surprised because Pastor Simon indicated yesterday it was a new place. We drove down the familiar road slicing through the community and out came the children running fast to keep up with our traveling road show.

When we were here before, we only stayed for a brief period of time, dropped off medical supplies and had little contact with the people or the children, most of whom were in school.

We stopped the van and made our way to the shade of a large tree. The children quickly assembled on the ground in front of us and continued to look at me with wonder. Again, they had never seen a white person before, and found my skin and hair quite comical to look at - especially when I would turn and make a ridiculous face at them.

Laughter among the lepers.

While most of the men stayed some distance away, the women and young girls were eager to join the children and watch the show.

They giggled at my silly gestures, they gawked at the changing magical coloring book, and when one of the boys came up to tell the story with me they grinned from ear to ear. They urged him on with all silliness and snickers on display. They were just children, sitting outside on a hot summer day enjoying a show -


They were lepers.

And you would not notice it much from the look in their eyes, or the sounds in their voices this hot morning in May. But if you looked at their arms, their legs, their hands, you would see the sores that don't heal, the flesh eaten away by the disease that is eradicated in most parts of the world.

And you would quickly see it in the older women, as they took what was left of their hands to try and cover their heads from the growing heat of the summer with their scarves.

And there would be no way you could miss seeing the disease - victorious over its victim - as he hobbled on all that was left of his feet, covered with makeshift boots to steady his balance. Or as he held forth his hands and tried to accept the pencils we gave out, but failed to grasp it for all of his fingers had been claimed by what will eventually take his life as well.

They might have seen their first white person today - but until my visit here last November - I had never seen anyone like them either.

Leprosy was a disease I'd only read about in the Bible, heard of colonies in the colonial times, and generally did not think about the suffering, the stigma or the sight of what someone with leprosy would actually look like.

I could tell you so much more about what I saw. But I would rather you remember what I heard.

Laughter among the lepers!

"A cheerful heart has a continual feast."

Feasting indeed in His service!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Are We There Yet?

"The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand..."

There was enough time Sunday morning for me to enjoy a sermon (saved in English) on my iPod. It started my day with remembrance of all I have to be thankful for, and not the least of which is the technology I have access to wherever I find myself in the world.

The sermon focused on the Kingdom of Heaven being all around us; how in our waiting for the eternal heaven we often miss the one right before our eyes.

As I look around passing through the highways, byways and "no way is that a road" way here in India - I see the colorful beauty of the women's clothing. I can say I don't think I have ever seen two of the same color or style.

Even in the most remote areas, a bright display of hues greet me. Red's complimented by purples or black, pinks and turquoise, yellow and orange, lime green and white paisleys - it is always a burst of beauty on parade.

I realize THAT beauty, that array of color is part of what the pastor spoke of "the Kingdom of Heaven at hand". In an impoverished and despairing place, there is splendor. Though the villages are dirt paths between houses, and the floors without covering or carpet, somehow the bottom of the long flowing garments are never dirty! It is something that has fascinated me since my first trip here. Nothing seems to darken their beauty.

Our evening village program was an hour on the outskirts of town. As we exited the main highway, I noticed the houses began right at the edge of the roadway. But I also noticed up against the concrete embankment of the highway service road, people sat in chairs - right on the road!

It confused me until I looked back at their houses and saw the Western setting sun bearing down on their cinder block homes. At 105 outside, I couldn't imagine the heat generated in dwellings that convert to virtual ovens every summer evening.

We stopped the van and stepped down a makeshift stairway into a village of around 30 huts. The people quickly pulled out plastic chairs for us to sit down and be comfortable in the shade. There was a breeze - but combined with the heat it felt more like a blow dryer than a comfort bringer.

As the pastors went door to door calling out the children for the program, I thought about Philip going to Nathaniel and saying "come and see". (John 1:46)

Mats were placed under a shade tree away from the sun for the children to sit and enjoy the show. As I sat in my chair, out of habit (and not being accustomed to life outdoors), I looked carefully to see where to place my things (weary of bugs and things animals might have left behind or come looking for). I noticed the ants and tried to find a spot to avoid them.

The program began and women and mothers sat off to the side and enjoyed with great enthusiasm the antics on display for their children. Something caught my eye on the mats closest to the tree providing sanctuary from the sun - a flurry of ants whose bed had obviously been interrupted by the makeshift floor.

Thousands of tiny ants crawled around. I could see them dash up the clothes (to be brushed off) of the children. But closest to the hot seat of angry aphids was the village pastors wife. The sari she wore was a light pastel green - I watched in horror as the ants continued to race up and around her flowing garment.

She sat, not unaware of the ants, but only occasionally bothered to brush them off. She didn't seek to move or stand or disrupt the program in any way. She didn't utter a word.

"The Kingdom of Heaven at hand" is like the calm and gentle spirit of a godly woman unfazed by the onslaught of the ant bed she has found herself in. I was distracted but kept thinking of those words, "the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand". Over and over we are instructed to be unfazed by the "angry ants" in the world our life of faith disrupts. We are called to be "in" the world but not of the world.

I thought of the constant distractions that worry and distress me, things we are specifically instructed not to concern ourselves with. "Consider the lilies of the field". And yet, instead of sitting patiently at the feet of my Master at the start of my day, casually brushing aside the "ants" of emails, phone calls, bills to pay - and all else crawling ferociously around in my mind - I jump up, (in theory) hurrying to protect "my" space and get lost in the aggressive onslaught of life.

The kingdom of heaven was at hand in the village - as we left and were followed by all the children and a good portion of the adults. The main woman organizer (one of the first believers in the village) ran up beside me and grabbed me around the waist. She laughed and hugged me, burying her head on my shoulder while we walked together back to the awaiting van (Indians RARELY show this type of affection).

The kingdom of Heaven at hand sometimes with the Father showing His great pleasure in the joy of those we share His love with!

Pray for our programs Tuesday. We will be visiting a Leper colony and doing a program for over 100 of the children there. We will also meet with 25 young woman to discuss a funding a sewing program for them as no one will make clothes for lepers.

Pray also for our evening program. We will be traveling over two hours deep into the forest surrounding Nellore to minister to tribal people there. It will be a long day AND hot!

Pray as always for boldness to proclaim the Gospel and that it be understood clearly.

Sowing in the morning, sowing in the evening, smiling and rejoicing bringing in the sheaves!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Bare Feet - Naked Heart

"Put off the shoes from thy feet for the place where you are standing is Holy ground". Exodus 3:5

I confess, even though the shoes I wear are not expensive (Teva Sandals) I still am a bit hesitant to remove them and put them in the pile of footwear outside the church building I am about to enter.

I'm not quite sure if it is about my fear of losing their protection when I leave, or if I just think "I" an American should not have to do what "you" are doing?

Sunday morning before I stepped into the Lone Star Church, I couldn't help hear God's words to Moses.

Moses had just turned aside to see the burning bush, and the Bible tells us God called his name when He saw him turn. "Moses". He answered "here I am".

God always asks action on our part. We are not to passively enter into our spiritual nature. We are required to exhibit acts of faith (things not seen). If I really believe the church is a residence of the Almighty how dare I NOT remove my shoes?

There are a lot more than shoes that need to be removed - things that cloak my heart and clog my ears. I said my shoes aren't that great, sensible as some would say, but they do offer good support and protection (like many other worldly things I cling to instead of God).

As I walked barefoot up the aisle, I had to wonder what other human realm of protection and false security I needed to remove, before I could turn to see a bush on fire and yet not consumed?

Keep praying for the Harvest! We have ministered to over 800 people (which includes close to 400 village children)

Smiling and HOT - With a double meaning!

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Let the Children Come

"Jesus said, "let the children come unto Me..."

One of the "tricks I engage the children with is a drawing of Jesus sitting on a rock with disciples around Him. I explain how many people followed Jesus to see and learn from Him. He was healing people and the crowds of adults kept growing larger. But I also tell them children wanted to be around Jesus. The disciples would tell them to go away (and I then make a lot of shoo-shoo's at the gathered gazing group). Then I pull up the picture and there in color surrounding Jesus are children!

Ooooh's are heard as they try and figure out where the children appeared from and how did the color come into view?

As you have read, we are traveling some distance to reach the "unreached". Pastor Benhur explained how the children's program at ONE location we did in November resulted in THREE churches being planted in the surrounding villages.

Here, first come the children, maybe a few mothers and then God raises up a church! It is such a picture of fulfillment of Christ's words, "unless you come as a child".

When the villagers see a white woman arriving they come with childlike curiosity. As they listen to the stories and hear the love of the Savior He draws them in.

I watch the older men standing on the outside of the building peering in with folded arms across their chests and questioning glares, break into smiles and open their hearts to laugh and clap as loudly as the young children inside. It is amazing to see what God is doing here among the people.

When I was planning the program the Pastor gave me an approximate number, "you will see around 1000 children.". With the help of patient friends, we sat and counted beads, cut yarn and sorted for the days ahead. But... the numbers are NEVER what you can anticipate. One village the Pastor said, "expect 30 children.". There were close to 100! I thought of the verse in Acts "the Lord was adding to their numbers daily."

Numbers are off,the heat is unbearable, sweat dampens every article of clothing I am wearing, and there are new hurdles and challenges constantly emerging.

Friday night's program was at a small church building on the outskirts of town. Not a far drive, but no electricity. This means no fan circulating air among the packed in people and no lights. As the sun goes, so goes the show!

Talking as fast as I could be translated - trying to cover all the important parts like a good Baptist preacher with a three point sermon, the dusk quickly turned to darkness.

The children were restless in the heat. Soon, I could barely distinguish the mass of chocolate faces set apart only by the whiteness of their eyes. I closed the program, they clapped and clamored to get the candy, pencils and balloons the Pastors passed out as they left.
I gathered my things, took a long drink of water and smiled as the Psalmist song (139) came into my head. "Then I said to myself, "Oh, He even sees me in the dark! At night I am immersed in the light! It's a fact, darkness isn't dark to You".

Let the little children come

I watched them as they hurried into the night to homes with no lights, no running water, and certainly no air conditioning. Although the village church was without electricity tonight - the Light it represents couldn't have shown brighter!

Pray the Light has come! Pray for the Harvest is huge. Pray for more workers for the fields.
Pray and then some!
Expecting fresh wind - and new fire! His of course

Friday, May 23, 2008

A New Name

"I'll also give a clear, smooth stone inscribed with your new name..." Rev 2:17

The first day of ministry began early to beat the harsh heat of the midday sun. I told the Pastor it was a good thing I am from Texas where 100+ temperatures are not that uncommon. But even with a childhood spent outside drinking water from the hose and running through rotating sprinklers for fun, I was not sure what 104 degrees would be like here in the barren dusty villages of India.

After an hour on the main road we finally turned to journey another forty-five minutes "off the beaten path". The one lane road battered the car and its passengers as we negotiated through rocks, pot holes and patches of "no road" road!

There were little signs of humanity, more animals than people and no villages in site. In many ways it does look like Texas in the sweltering summer sun. Few trees and what little vegetation remains is browned by the relentless heat.

We finally made a sharp left down a pathway that would take us back to our destination. A young boy who had been standing at the turn chased behind our van and was able to keep up because we could go no faster than a mile an hour for fear of hitting a chicken, a dog, or a rut that would hold us like a troll expecting payment for passage.

More and more villagers emerged from their huts to welcome our expected arrival. As we stopped near the "church" we were already surrounded by children as well as some curious adults. Even before I asked the question during the program I knew - I was the first white person they had ever seen. The Pastors were laughing at the gazes saying "you are so white to them!"

The newly built church had no walls, but a thick thatched roof and mats to cover the floor for seating. It was filled to capacity (of the roof and the mats) with over 40 children and 25 adults.

While my appearance could have been enough of a "show" the program proved even more entertaining than they expected. The Pastor said "these tribal people have no entertainment like the city people - there are no TVs or radios or anything here to make them laugh this much.

Laughter changes people. Joy and delight bring down the strongholds of judgment (these are the poorest of the poor as the Pastor described them). It unites us by a sense of commonality, a sense of sameness and a sense of humanity.

The audience seated in the first "church" in the area truly "tasted" and saw the Lord is good.

After the tricks, the stories, the crafts, there was one more special event to take place.

Two mothers, new believers in Christ brought their babies forward to receive Christian names. Children are typically named after one of the 300 million deities worshiped and when their is a conversion they seek new names for themselves and their offspring. Something to identify them to the Living God.

The first mother held her squirming daughter as close as the child would let me get. I asked her what she wished for her future. She answered "to grow strong in faith". As I prayed asking God for a new name I said to the mother - "you should call her Esther. She was a Queen who saved her people. She came from humble beginnings but the Lord raised her up to the most important position". I then quoted the verse "for such a time as this". And encouraged the mother with God's hope.

The second young mother brought forth twin daughters barely 3 months old. The pastor asked her the same question but she was not quite sure how to answer this "stranger from a strange land".

I told her about the two most important sisters in the Bible - Leah and Rachel the mothers of God's nation of Israel. I assured her God had great and important things planned for these sisters as well.

In Revelation, the end of the letter to the church at Pergamum says "each one will receive a new name...". Today, under the thatched roof of the Lord's house, three baby girls got the first of their promised new name in Christ.

See Revelation 21:3-5

Pray for the Harvest!
Pray for the heat!
Pray for the gates of hell are coming down!

Sweating but smiling in His service

Thursday, May 22, 2008

The Flip Side

"...go ye therefore to the ends of the earth and make disciples of all nations..."

I am just waking up from my morning nap - and preparing to take the 3 hour car trip up to Nellore. My Blackberry still reads Texas time and I know my friends and family there are asleep (it is almost 1:00 am).

When I was a child I would see cartoons with various characters digging holes that would wind them up in China. From where I live (if it was possible in the cartoon world) I would have wound up in India directly half way around the world.

I could not have imagined digging my way here anymore than I could have imagined sharing the Gospel here. God has His plans and His hand upon our lives from birth - that's why I though to call this the "flip side".

God, the Master chef watching the batter of your life bubble until you are ready to be "flipped". Ready to have the sweet syrup of His Spirit poured over you so that someone else may "taste and see that the Lord is good".

There are a billion hungry souls here waiting to have a taste of the true and living God.

Tomorrow our programs begin in the villages. Pray for the harvest where faithful village Pastors have been preparing the fields. Pray for the Gospel to be presented boldly and a full understanding by the children.

Pray for my continued adjustment to the time zone. Pray for health and stamina. Pray for an ease in the 100+ heat. Pray for safety and protection as we plan to storm the long held strongholds. Pray with a smile on - they served pancakes here along with curry this morning.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Into the Wild Blue Yonder

The journey begins with the long long flight to the other side of the world. I praise God in advance for the work He has prepared before the foundations of the earth were laid.

We are living in uncertain and perilous times. Never has the frailty of human life been so evident in the recent catastrophe events in Myanmar and China.

We must get moving and advancing the Kingdom forward. We are told "the gates of hell WILL NOT prevail" but we must be moving in the hovel realm in advancing and claiming territory.

God of the Harvest - we beseech you. Hear us,
Smiling and flying

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The Real Disaster

"... Jesus stopped..." Luke 18:40

This morning I read this passage of scripture in two separate places. It was my Bible reading for the day (Open Windows) as well as "Day 16" in the latest devotional from Joni Erickson Tada. You may never have noticed the importance of those two words in the midst of the passage where the blind beggar is crying out to Jesus for mercy from the street. I know I didn't.

Every day the news of the deaths in Myanmar from the Cyclone and now in China from the earthquake grow by the thousands. The United Nations has suspected the true number of deaths from the cyclone could top the 2004 deaths of the tsunami (over 200,000) and the tragedy in China (15,000 confirmed dead) continues to grow as whole cities and villages near the epicenter have been buried under the mountains in avalanches.

I imagine the survivors are all crying out for mercy. We are crying out for mercy. Those who have friends, relatives in the area, those who know mission workers who have planted seeds for the harvest are all crying out "Lord have mercy!"

"Jesus stopped..."

I know our Lord is listening now - He is listening always. And as we believers ask for "mercy" for the victims in these unparalleled disasters do we hear Him asking "What do you want me to do for you?" In human terms, our desire is to see rescue, recovery, victims attended to within a time frame that will make their survival possible. We ask for help, for compassion, for ease in government restrictions, we ask for aid workers to be able to enter the country and save lives. We ask for more heavy machinery to lift the thousands of pounds of concrete off those trapped in collapsed buildings. Our heart breaks across the seas with the parents standing helplessly by in front of school buildings where their children are buried without knowing if they are injured, alive, or dead - all crying out for mercy.

But are we asking Him for their souls?

Just a few days after I returned from the Warrior Retreat I received an email request from Pastor Benhur in Nellore, India:

Dear Sister Charlyn,
We are praying for your ministry and for your family. We are Praying God to bless us to be a Partner with your ministry for the Glory of God, as children having holidays,we are planing to conduct special programs to children. Please pray and plan to be a Partner for those programs. I attached some pictures of our ministry in this e mail,please see my next e mail to see only children programs of us.

"Those who desire harvest of souls must shed tears for souls"
Your Brother in Christ's love, Pastor.Benhur, Lone Star Church Nellore

Honestly, I was exhausted and really couldn't think of "leaving on a jet plane". But the Pastor persisted, and about every two days he would send another email with more pictures of the lost, the broken-hearted, the lepers we visited in October. Each email ended "we are praying for your arrival."

The Lord moved the mountain of exhaustion in my heart and I knew I had to go and join in this work. I will be leaving next Tuesday returning at the end of the month. After my plane ticket was purchased and all the plans were put in place, the storm hit the shores of Myanmar. As the death toll was rising and my heart was crying out for mercy - my thoughts went to the loss of the lost. How many of the victims had never heard the Word of God. How many died without hope. There is a reason the government is controlling the incoming foreigners. The greatest "aid" is given through Christian NGO's who not only bring in fresh water, food, shelter and clothing as relief they, also bring His hope.

I will never forget the words of my dear Christian brother Amila while I was Sri Lanka. We had just seen some of the worst devastation, the loss of life and the absolute destruction was overwhelming. But Amila (who had traveled all across the region immediately after the tsunami and had witnessed thousands upon thousands of bodies being piled up and burned) said "Sister Charlynn, this tsunami caused outward destruction, but it also brought in a tidal wave of the Gospel. Where the government had kept out God's Word for years, aid workers came in and offered not just temporary help, but gave us an eternal solution for such a time as this."

"Jesus stopped..."

As you ask for mercy remember to ask for missionaries.

In His service always

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INDIA - Calendar of Events

MAY 20
Depart DFW

MAY 21
Arrive Frankfurt
Depart for Chennai, India
Overnight Chennai

MAY 22
Travel to Nellore

MAY 23
AM Village Outreach
PM Village Outreach

MAY 24
AM Village Outreach
PM Village Outreach

MAY 25
AM Church Program
PM Village Outreach

MAY 26
AM Village Outreach
PM Village Outreach

MAY 27
AM Village Outreach
PM Village Outreach

MAY 28
AM Village Outreach
PM Village Outreach

MAY 29
Travel to Chennai

MAY 30
Depart Chennai 1:45 am
Arrive DFW 2:20 pm