As I stepped onto the dirt soil in India; I heard the praises of 240 orphans from the sanctuary singing “ This world is not my home.”
These are the children who give thanks for rice 3 x a day; who tell you that water is a blessing from God,
who sleep 4 to a bed,
who take their shoes off their feet and put them on yours.
Who wants to live the American dream after ministering alongside of these precious ones?!
These children welcome suffering as an opportunity to grow closer the Lord.
Many of them have lost their loved ones to diseases, grew up as beggars on the street, or came from idol worship at home.
When they speak of their past they thank God for where He has brought them and where He is taking them.
I remember Neja (10 year old girl) saying, “ I do not cry about my parents dying, because God is my heavenly father and He loves me and takes care of me.”
Watching the children pray and sing to the Lord you realize that God is more than enough.
Children like Brij (13 year old boy) has already committed to sharing the gospel to his Hindu village and is willing to die for Christ.
“Are you scared?” I asked.
He responded, “of course not, the Lord goes with me, and besides this world is not my home…”
This summer our team was able to pour into the children at the orphanage, to disciple them, love them, be with them . Jesus has come to be the Father to the Fatherless and we were there to join God in loving them.
Pastor Babu (leader of the orphanage) had to go into hiding 2 days before we got there.
He told our team that he cried out to God wondering who would care for the children and how they would get food and water.
We were an answer to prayer and a testimony of God’s faithfulness.
We were able to provide a cup of cold water in His name… that cold water sometimes looked like:
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Jugini beneath the tree, sharing God’s word on the dirt mounds, putting powder on Sonya’s heat rash (she smiled so big afterwards), wiping Gudia’s tears when she fell down, or praying for healing for those with fever…These are the fingerprints of God among “the orphans” (God’s children) in India.
