2/23/08
Greetings from Germany.
The last two weeks has been packed with travel and activity. I have been in India traveling with fellow HFL staff, Dave and Chad, on a project assessment trip. We visited with two ministries in India. One pastor and a social society network in Delhi, and a ministry in Coimbatore (a town in southern India) which is providing a home and education for girl orphans who have been cast out of society, or whose parents were martyred Christians.
This trip has opened my eyes to a part of working internationally in humanitarian aid and the mission field that I hadn’t experienced yet; working in places where Christians are persecuted.
I have two stories to share with you which I hope will give you a glimpse of my experiences.
One night a watchman at a factory heard some noises from behind a warehouse. As he approached the sounds, he recognized them as cries. A crying baby. He rounded the rear of the warehouse and found a baby buried alive with only her head showing above the soil. The dirt was pushed right into her mouth, and had turned to mud. The watchman rescued the child, and the baby girl found her way into the Michael Job Center in Coimbatore, India. Her name is Amy. I met Amy this week. She is a lively young girl whose smile runs from ear to ear:
A child was found sitting in between her parents on their bed, crying. Her parents were unconsoling, unable to care for their child… they were dead. They had been martyred because of their unwavering faith as Christians. The child’s name is Lois, she is from Manipur. Lois is 7 years old and all that she remembers of this event which unalterably shaped her life is that she saw a person coming to comfort her. The man was never identified. Another man named Dr. Job took Lois into the Michael Job Center in Coimbatore, India, when she was three and gave her a new home among 300 new adopted sisters with similar backgrounds. But Lois was not happy, she did not smile. She didn’t want to do anything. One week, a lady from Norway was visiting and began reading Lois a story from a picture Bible. Lois pointed to a picture of Jesus and said, ‘I know that man, I have seen Him.’ The lady was astonished and asked for clarification. Lois was adamant… she had seen Jesus when her life had been changed irrevocably that day her parents died for what they believed in. Jesus had cared for her when there had been no one else. The lady spent time with Lois sharing with her about the Jesus she knew. Since that time, Lois has been smiling and willing to lend a hand.
These kids have similar stories. All 306 of them. They attend the Michael Job Center where they are being granted every opportunity to become all that they can be in this world. Here are some of their pictures.
We are greeted by a full school parade... complete with marching band...
Assembly in the morning...
Meal time...
In the coconut orchard which is used to fund the school... 1000+ trees...
A new friend... Deepika...
My heart breaks. It breaks for these kids whose lives have been forever changed because of perceptions of having kids with specific gender or because of people who have decided that their parents are unworthy to live because of their faith. My heart breaks for their hearts.
My heart cries out. It cries out for those people who live in areas of the world where other people have decided that they are so wrong for what they believe in that they shouldn’t live any longer. That they should die. That their difference in faith and beliefs condemns them to death. Shouldn’t that be decided by the gods… even supposing that there are more than One?
My heart aches. It aches for those people who are persecuting others. Who have decided on the value of a human life based on beliefs or religion, and have taken further matters into their own hands. My heart aches for these people… for if they could only catch a glimpse of Jesus, I am convinced that their eyes would begin to open. That the blinders would come off.
Here is a glimpse of the rest of my trip in India.
Overloaded?
Our bedroom and office away from home... 3 guys... Chad, Dave, and I... one bed...
A family travelling through the city... one of many... there are 1.3 billion people in India... of which 85% are classified as Dalits... the untouchables... there are only 6 billion people in the world... do that math.
Hanouk, a pastor in the slums of Delhi, with his family in their one room house...

The Dalit people...
A child receiving food from a social society...
The hospitality of our hosts was unparalleled... we even celebrated my birthday... flowers and cake...
A visit to the Taj Mahal... we couldn't pass it up...