India Mission Travelogue

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India, 2012Ramblings and writings from the mission field of India.

Saturday, February 4th MONOTONYTravel, travel, travel. Huge amounts of boredom interrupted by very, very small bits of interesting

stuffand culminated by a good meal, odd rooms, and stuffy noses.

We were able to meet Joel at DIA. His college buddies drove him allthrough the night to meet with use at 4:00am to do the security andcheck in dance for the first leg of our flight, Denver to Chicago.Joel hasa neat story and Ill get to it on another day.

The flight to Chicago was smooth and faultless.At Chicago we firstspent a good portion of our nearly six hour layover getting to know oneanother, talking about the mission schedule, and doing an I Am Secondstudy. With less than about 40 minutes to spare, Taras plane landedfrom California and she joined the team.Tara is a 20 year old who is

doing more travel and mission work before her 21st birthday than most ofus will do in a lifetime. More on her later.

Monotony.There is not another word to describe a nearly 15 hour flight across the frozen waste ofthe northern hemisphere.There is an old saying that its the journey, not the destination, thatmakes the trip memorable. In many cases that is true. In the case of spending more than half aday cramped in a droning tube of smell and bad food several thousand feet above the earthThedestination will certainly win out.


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Saturday, February 4th, contdAfter what seemed like an eternity, our plane landedin Delhi. Its a thoroughly modern airport,

something that probably shouldnt have disappointedme but oddly enough did.The good part was that after we pickedup bags from the carousel and checkedourselves through customs, Charles Gollawas waiting for us with cabs. Charles isour main person in India. He is the sortof man that the second he smiles at youand offers you his hand, you know you aregoing to like him. You can tell that hehas a heart as big as the continent he callshome.

After our first exposure to the madness that is calledtraffic in India, we arrive at our hotel for the night.Charles checked us in, two to a room and we all wentupstairs to drop offour bags and agreed to meet inthe lobby in 15 minutes to exchange currency and goto dinner. Larry and I got teamed up together,which is just fine by me.Weve traveled togetherbefore and get on well. But.we dont get on sowell that we feel comfortable sharing what seemed to

be a wide twin size bed.That bed, along with walls alovely shade of lilac and one of the most uniquebathrooms I have ever encountered, are what wefound in our room.

We figured wed sort out the bed situation later. Right now its time to get down to the lobby and switch currency.Were switching not only an average of$200.00 in personal funds for each team member, but also enough to cover theentire teams hotels, vehicles, meals, etc. In all, several thousands of U.S. Dollars are exchanged for several tens ofthousands of rupees.The rate is 48 rupees to the dollar and I feel like a prince when I get a sizeable stack of 500rupee bills in exchange for my short stack of four $50.00 bills.The whole transaction takes place in the lobby of thehotel and for some reason I keep thinking that one of the Sopranos is going to come around the corner at any momenIts all up-front and above-board, of course, but there is something odd about counting out all that currency anywhereother than a bank.

There is one small spot in the lobby where the internet connection actually works with one tiny bar of signal strength.Needless to say, that is not where I am updating the blog. I was able to check my email and give my wife a littlecomfort by letting her know I had made is safely to Dehli. I also let her know how to make popcorn and encouragedher to take Eric up on his offer to help around the house, particularly with shoveling the estimated ten inches of snowthat was due to come at any time. Eric, you can thank me later.

Tomorrowmore travel.This time to our final destination, Tezpur.


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Sunday, February 5th EcholocationWe left Delhi the next day and flew to Guwahati.The flight was unremarkable. It was timely andthe service from the government funded Indigo Air was exceptional for a small airline.

Guwahati airport is more like a third-world airport should be.There is cracked plaster, waterdamage, quite a surprising number of army guards carrying semi-automatic weapons, and a widearray of traditional and contemporary dress.After some (you guessed it) food, we waited for ourtransport to arrive.There isnt a lot to do in this airport. No wi-fi, no Starbucks, no..well, not alot of anything.Traditional tea booths and a shop selling yards and yards of the traditional silkfabric used here for dresses. Lovely stuff.

Our transport arrived. It is what we would call either a large van or a small bus. Its kind of theIndian equivalent of an airport shuttle.As you can see, on this one the luggage is on the roof andheld in place by rope and faith. You may also be able to see that keeping a clean line of sightthrough the windshield is optional. In fact, its absolutely fine to tape any flora or fauna that youhappen to be worshipping today right in the line of sight.That way you can concentrate on thatinstead of the task of driving. But thats OK. Driving is not done by sight. It is done by sonar.Ill get back to that later.

The road is crowded with everything from full size trucks to bicycles to three-wheeled taxis tocommon passenger cars and carts pulled by hand or water buffalo.Add to this a few thousandpedestrians, many with large parcels of straw or bamboo tied to their back, along with a few mysticsand gurus panhandling, and you get an idea of the crowding on Indias roads.The lanes arereversed here so you drive on the left side of the road.

Mostly.Actually, what you do is drive on the left until you feel like you can go faster than whateveris in front of you.Then you begin weaving back and forth while honking your horn constantly.This is where sonar comes in. Relying on that same technology that bats and submarines do, thedriver listens for an echo to his horn and if he hears none, he swerves fully into the oncoming laneand guns the motor.At the last possible minute, when he hears an echo from an oncoming vehicle,he swerves back into the left hand lane, narrowly avoiding the vehicle he just passed.A narrowmiss is still a miss, nonetheless.


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Sunday, February 5th contdWell, maybe that isnt exactly how it works, but it iscertainly the impression one gets. It is one of themost amazing things I have ever seen.After a whilethere becomes a sort of rhythm to it. You begin tonotice that it is like a large dance floor at a fine WestTexas country-western bar frequented by gifted two-

steppers.

They swirl around their girls and scoottheir boots and it all becomes a glorious bit ofcoordinated chaos with not one unintended touch ofsomeone elses partner.The Indian traffic madnessis like that only with less beer and even morepolyester.

Finally it turns dark enough that it seems the driverreally is operating by sonar.There is no way to seethe bicycles and water buffalo who, it seems, are notequipped with reflectors for some reason. Oh well.

The dark makes it easier not to panic.

We finally arrive in Tezpur.The hotel is nice anddinner is in about 30 minutes.The greatest relief isthat we are now actually where we need to be to dothe mission.These recent posts may have beeninteresting and all, but they are too much of atravelogue and not what I was sent here to do. Imreally looking forward to getting to interact with thepeople of this country and share with them. Ibelieve they have a lot to teach me.

Tomorrow is Sunday here and well be attendingchurch services with local believers an doing someadditional training for the medical mission of thecoming week.


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Monday, February 6th CommunionIts Sunday here in India and a mixed day for us here.In the morning our team will split up to go to areachurch services.This afternoon is a bit of personaltime until around 4:00pm when well all get togetherfor some additional training before heading to thefield tomorrow to set up our first medical clinic.

Larry and I were up early and after depleting theinstant coffee available to us, decided to go out for astroll. Mark joined us and we had a nice visit aboutthe state of our team and the struggles some membersare having. It was very early and the street was justcoming alive. Merchants at the various small hutsalong the roadside were sweeping their dirt sidewalkswith bundles of grass. Cabbies squatted near trashfires lit near the stalls for their rickshaws, warmingtheir hands in the 50-degree chill.The street neverreally gets quiet here.There is always a hornhonking somewhere and the voice of a bus workernotifying the neighborhood that the bus will beleaving soon.

We returned back to the hotel and had a goodbreakfast. Stir-fried vegetables, potato and peacurry, an odd but very good dough-like substance thatreminds me a lot of Cream Of Wheat with all themoisture squeezed out and some sugar added.Theonly thing they dont seem to understand here iscoffee in the American/European sense. Everywhere

seems to have one of those fake cappuccino machinesthat we see at convenience stores in the states. Itproduces a substance that is exactly unlike coffee withhot milk.

Our group split up into two in order to attend localchurch services. My group went to the local Baptistchurch.This church is located about three blocksfrom our hotel in the middle of a Baptist hospitalcomplex. Once on the complex we took a wrongturn and ended up wandering the halls a bit. Yes, itis a hospital, but no, it is nothing like the states.

This is field medicine.A lot of beds in a sharedward, open air windows to let the flies in and out, andfamilies visiting and bringing the food for their lovedones. I'm sure that it is the best of care that can behad in this area of India, but it is still very primitiveby our standards.


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Monday, Febraury 6th contdAs is almost always the case when out of country visitors are present, one of the visitors is asked to give themessage. Being the Pastor in our group, Mark was tapped early. With decades of experience, Mark alwayshas a message or two he can prepare in a moments notice so he gladly accepted. He was asked while we werehaving breakfast so he spent a little bit of time reviewing a scripture or two and putting the message togetherin his head.

When we arrived at the church we were warmly welcomed and ushered to our seats. Its a very familiar

looking and plainly adorned chapel that would be at home in most small towns in the states. Seating issegregated by sex: women on the left and men on the right. We had two young ladies in our group and thehosts were very accommodating, allowing our ladies to stay with us. We were taken to the front pew.

The Pastor of this church, a distinguished looking Indian man with graying hair and beard, came andintroduced his self before the service.At first he keyed in on me, commenting on and appreciating the finelayer of gray that adorns my goatee. He assumed I was the Pastor but I immediately directed him to Mark.

Again, he had an appreciation for grey facial hair, this time the ones on Marks chin. He asked Mark what heplanned to speak on. Mark replied that he was going to give a message on unity and told the Pastor what

verses he was using.

The Pastor nodded and smiled as Mark explained his plan.Then he said, You will preach on the last supper,yes?With only minutes to go until the service started, Mark could only agree. No doubt Mark was

remembering the many times he told us to be very flexible during the trip. He now had about five minutes inbetween songs and offerings in order to plan a 40-minute sermon that would translate well into the Hindiculture.

There was plenty of music, most of it accapela and most of it old Baptist hymns.The richness of the voicesraised in simple song was incredible.There was a special music group of young ladies that sang a moretraditional Indian worship song. I was sneaky enough to bring my pocket stereo recorder and I wish I knewhow to post an MP3 here. It is beautiful and so filled with spirit and such a contrast the complete cacophonyof noise that is Indian traffic.

Mark took the stage and even though a few of his Western humor jokes didnt come evidently come acrosswell, he pulled offa nice message for communion Sunday. It was a very special experience to sharecommunion with brothers and sisters from halfway around the world. Our cultures are completely different,our language barrier is extreme to say the least, and I am sure we are just as much of an oddity to them as theyare to us. But we share one common bond through Christ.To me it is simply incredible that completestrangers with such vast differences can both look at a cup of wine and a piece of bread and communicate the

greatest truth in the world. Not only is it communion with God, but a communion that is universal amongbelievers, no matter the divide that is between us in an earthly sense.

Tonight is more training and a rundown on the schedule for our first day in the actual mission field. It seemslike it has been a long time coming and we are all anxious to let the work begin.


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Tuesday, February 7 JoyToday was the first day of our actual field mission.We gathered around a breakfast much the same as theprior day but with the addition of a chickpea andtomato curry and boomba bread. Before we actuallydig into breakfast we have a short I Am Seconddevotional.A great way to start the day. Spiritswere high as we were all filled with anticipation and astrong desire to actually get on with the work wecame so far to do.

Our bus arrived and we loaded up. It was about a50-minute drive to the mission site and it took us outof the bustling cities and into farmland.There arealways people on the road and even out in the middleof nowhere there will be roadside stalls offering freshproduce, cellular phones, welding repair, or any othernumber of odd products and services. I dontbelieve you can drive more than two minutes withoutseeing some small shack of a commercial nature.

On the outskirts of a small village we come to ourdestination, a public school complex of about fourbuildings, all of them open-air and only a couple with

more than a dirt floor.

Our nationals were alreadywaiting for us. In missionary jargon nationals arethose local believers that you partner with.Theseinclude translators, lay people, and others thatprovide help and services for the mission. Inaddition to the nationals, several of the schoolchildren were waiting for us as well.Technically theyhad the day offfrom school so that we could use theirclassrooms, but they couldnt resist coming to see thebig production.

People were already waiting for our clinic to open so

we set about the business or organizing the medicalstations and the sharing stations. Exam areas wereset-up as was a dispensary for the glasses and for themedications.As we set up it became clear that thiswas education at its most fundamental level.Therewere no desks, but rather a collection of crudewooden benches of various heights.The floor is notpaved at all and instead offers an uneven surface ofvery hard-packed earth. No whiteboard, noprojectors, no bulletin boards. Not even achalkboard was to be found.


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Tuesday, February 7 contdThis is a tribal area of India and Christianity has had some success here.Tribal people are generallyconsidered so low that they do not even have a caste. In Indian society they are the lowest of the low.They

arent received by anyone in Indian society and so they are very receptive to the message that God loves them.Taking all this into account, it was not too surprising that a lot of the people we ministered to today werealready Christians, mainly Baptist with a few Catholics thrown in.The remainder of the people weencountered were Hindu or professed no real religion.

While sharing with fellow Christians wasnt exactly what I had expected, it was no less fulfilling.To walk thestreets of India is, to me, an image of hell.The vast majority of the people you meet on the street do notsmile at you as you pass. Im not sure they smile at all.There is almost no spontaneous joy to be found.Misery, toil, and filth are overwhelmingly present.There is not even the sniffof hope in the air. It isdifficult to describe the despair and darkness that is so present here. It is how Satan would have us live.

This overwhelming oppression of the spirit is why the time interacting with Indian Christians is so revealing.

As a whole, the Christians we met were simple people.

Most could not read or could read very little.

Theirpossessions are not much more than what they have on their backs and some cooking utensils at their home.The very basic occupation of simply surviving is their career path. But their warmth of spirit and contagiousjoy is in such contrast to everyone else that you see and interact with on the streets of India.These peoplesmile readily and their smiles are so genuine and warm. They share with you and are completely open withtheir faith. We pray together and Im moved several times to the point of holding back tears brought on bythe beauty of their spirit and its incredible light in this place of so much darkness. It is an amazing reminderof something we tend to forget in Americanized faith: the simple joy of salvation and the knowledge thatGod loves us. It is, as Philippians 4:7 states .the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding.

I am like most people. I fill my mind with things like wondering whether my first meal on American soil willbe bacon and eggs or a steak. I concern myself with whether the wi-fi will be up at the hotel. Im kind ofdigging this little laptop that was loaned to me for the trip and think I should consider buying one. Or

maybe an iPad. I would like to spend the money to fix up my pick-up to something near the condition it was170,000 miles ago. I'd like to spend some more time riding my motorcycle.

But these types of thoughts that are common to most of us remind me of how selfish and ungrateful I am. Ihave so many blessings, more than I can ever think to count.And sitting before me, time after time, arethese very poor, mistreated Christians with no opportunity before them on this earth and with great concernas to whether they will have a meal today.And they pour out a joy in God that fills the room entire room andmy heart. It is enough for them. It should be enough for me.

My Indian friends have so much to teach me.


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Wednesday, February 8 MechanicsIt came to me this afternoon as we were rocking around on arough country road in between clinic locations that I haventtalked much about the mechanics of the trip were on. Sorryabout that.This is a trip that is taking place as much in my

soul as it is in the country of India and my writing has reflectedthat. So, with my apologies for its tardiness, here is a bit ofthe day-in day-out of the mission.

e3 Partners is a church planting focused mission group.Assuch, all of their missions have church planting as the goal forthe trip.At its root, church planting is about evangelism ande3 uses a variety of methods to assist in the task ofevangelizing. One of those methods is to provide freemedical clinics. In India one of the appeals of a free medicalclinic is that poverty is so prevalent that most people cantafford the 10 rupee (about $0.20) fee of the regular hospital.Yeah. I know.They dont have twenty cents.Thepharmacy is an added bonus as in addition to the cost of drugs,there simply arent many real pharmacies in this part of the

world.

We are traveling with a physician loaded with a fairly largepharmacy to treat common ailments in India, and also anoptometrist with prescription drugs for eye treatments and alarge arsenal of reading glasses. In addition to these two men

we have seven lay people including myself. Providinglogistical, organizational, and overseeing the mission is a full-time leader from e3 and our in-country partner. We partner

with local churches and believers that provide interpreting,

crowd control, and registration services.

The days schedule runs something like this:6:00am: Out of bed to start the day. Shower, read, personaldevotion, etc. I like to get up even earlier and go for a shortstroll while I think and pray.7:00am: Meet for breakfast and a short I Am Seconddevotional.8:00am: We load up the bus for our drive to the days location,

generally 40-60 minutes away.9:00am: We arrive on location and set up areas for the medical,optical, and pharmacy stations.A registration area is also setup. Counseling areas are set up so that one team member and

their interpreter can visit with the patients in groups of one tosix or seven once theyve received their medications.11:30-1:00pm: We split up our lunch breaks so that there arealways counseling stations available to patients. Lunchconsists of PB&J sandwiches, a juice box, and a banana or two.2:00 to 4:00pm: The clinic closes, counseling is wrapped up,and goodbyes are said to our hosts interpreters. Sometimesthe same interpreter will work with us the following day,sometimes not. It depends on the distance from their homeand their schedule at their real job.


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Wednesday, February 8 contd4:00-5:00pm: The trip back to the hotel. Generally amuch quieter bus ride as were all pretty worn out,physically and spiritually.5:00-7:00pm:This is free time.Take a nap or a shower,catch up on email or whatever. I spend some of this timepreparing to write to you.7:00pm: Dinner.We gather and tell our thoughts fromthe day.8:00pm: An official summary of the day including a counton professions of faith, people ministered to, and otherdetails. Generally well close with another I Am Seconddevotional.8:30pm:Youre off. Sleep, read, whatever. Ive beenusing some of that time to simply digest the day andperhaps do a little writing.

There are other many little details that Im leaving out such

as stops at roadside stands to pick up bananas or water,making pb and j sandwiches for our lunches before we headout, and the daily search for something suitable for

American girls to use as a restroom. Heck, American guysfor that matter. (Peeing is fine, but have you ever squattedin the mud to take a dump? Its not fun trying to keep

your balance and your pants out of the mess. You canthank me later for the visual image that just brought up.)

Each day is different in its own way.Above is a typicalday, one that we would put on paper as a schedule. InIndia there really is no such a thing as a schedule. Do a

google search for India Standard Time and you will find

lots of references to this fact.

We were told that our team would be sharing the gospelwith about 300 people per day.That has not been thecase.The first day we shared with about that number.

The second day we presented the gospel message to almost450.Today the crowd was nearly 700. Each person thatcomes through the clinic is ministered to spiritually andhears a clear presentation of the gospel and is asked for aresponse. I dont have the exact figures yet, but we seemto be hitting about 40% of those that hear the gospel aremaking a profession of faith in Jesus Christ.

It is amazing and humbling to think about and I thank youfor being a part of this mission to bring Christ to what isspiritually a very, very dark land.


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Thursday, February 9 Location, Location, LocationWe have now ended our fourth and final day in the mission field. Im hoping to add final totals in a future post,but I can tell you that 2053 people that were ministered to both physically and spiritually. I know that we hadseveral hundred professions of faith and all of the people received a clear presentation of the gospel.

Ive given you a basic day-by-day schedule and Ive written about the impact the first day had on me. Rather thangive you a rundown of each day, I thought I would highlight some of the many God-sightings that occurred onthis trip.This will take several posts as there were many, many God-sightings.This first one will take this entire

post and it is about God putting us where He needs us to be.

Our second days clinic didnt have much of a crowd. By about noon there were no other people waiting to see thedoctor. We had seen about 250 people by that time. One of the Nationals (mission jargon for in-countrybelievers that provide support) said that he knew of another place we could set up our clinic. It was at the homeof a Hindu who, although quite poor, is a bit of a leader in his village. He is what e3 Partners calls a Person OfPeace: someone who may or may not be a Christian, but is influential in their community and friendly to Christians.

After a bit of a drive that included having to make a lengthy detour because of a questionable bridge, we arrived atthe home of this person. We were able to set up the clinic using his courtyard, one bedroom, and his back yard.People soon showed up in droves as the word got out and we served another couple of hundred people.At the endof the clinic someone Doctor Lynn (hereafter referred to as Doc) with news about a boy that was bedridden about

two kilometers away.

Doc, Charles, and Tom hiked across the rice fields and when they arrived at the home theyfound a delightful young man who had gotten surgery on his knee following an accident.The knee had becomeinfected and unless the boy got to a hospital within a day or two, Doc was sure that he would loose the leg. Docdid the best he could and left the family with some heavy-duty antibiotics and advice to get the boy to a hospital assoon as possible.

The next morning Charles woke from his bed with one thought on his mind: Get the boy to the hospital. Heprayed that somehow we could make it happen by the end of the day.

After our clinic today Doc left the rest of the team to go back to Tezpur early so he could meet with a surgeon atthe main hospital there. Doc was able to arrange for the boy to be admitted and treated.The hospital agreedthat the only cost would be that of medications.

It amazes me to think about the fact that we were where God needed us at the time God needed us.Take a lookat all the ifs that could have gotten in the way and resulted in this young man loosing his leg.IF ten Americans had not felt a calling to India andIF that calling hadnt included a clinic at that particular spot in India andIF we would have had a large crowd for our only scheduled clinic of the day andIF someone wouldnt have told us about another possible location for a clinic andIF our team leaders would not have been flexible enough to change our plans andIF there wasnt a Person of Peace in the village that was willing to host us andIF there wasnt an alternate route to the village that bypassed the rickety bridge andIF someone hadnt come to the makeshift clinic to tell Doc about the boy andIF Doc and the others hadnt been willing to hike several kilometers in rice fields andIF Charles hadnt woke up the next morning with nothing but that boy on his mind andIF Doc would have been delayed not gotten back to Tezpur in time talk to a surgeon and

IF the hospital couldnt admit him and agree to waive much of the fee..That boy would have lost his leg and possibly his life.

There are a lot of skeptics that would call all of this coincidence. I used to be one. I remember my friend Markand I having this discussion once and he said, It may all be coincidence, but I find that coincidences sure happen alot more often if I pray about it and get God involved.

It feels awfully good to be in a place that God wants you to be when He wants you to be there. I need to try itmore often.


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At Home God Sightings

Ive been writing about various God Sightings on this trip. GodSightings are those times when you see God at work throughcircumstance, people, or events.These things happen every day and

with every one of us. Most of us, myself included, dont notice them

nearly as often as they happen. Sometimes we dont notice them untilyears later.These are a few of the less noticeable God Sightings thathappened within the members of the team.

The first day or two were great struggles for Matt and Carly.There wasa huge culture shock, the food didnt agree with them, andother issues.

Add to this an event on the home front that was difficult for his wife, andMatt was pretty shook up.As luck would have it, Matt was teamed up

with Mark as a roommate.Well, I say luck. It was actually a Godthing. Mark is an excellent counselor, a great shoulder to lean on, and arock of a friend when youre in need. By the time we actually hit themission field, Matt and Carly were unstoppable and a hugeencouragement to the rest of the team. It was clear that no matter the

difficulties, God was going to use the Waitley family in India. It wasalso clear that God had put Mark and Matt together as roommatesbecause Mark was the man Matt would need during those difficult firstdays.

I am the team member that is most prone to health issues. Due to amedication Im on, I basically have no immune system. I also have to

watch my diet a bit in order to avoid cramping and ahem, other issues, toput it politely. Now whether this is a God thing or simply luck of thedraw, I dont know. But I was one of only three team members thatdidnt have any health or digestive issues the entire ten days. Luck?Well maybe. But I know that my health was a major part of my wifesprayers for me. It always seems that Im luckier when prayer is involved.

Matt, Larry, and I had been talking about a few things we would like toaccomplish when we get home. In my luck of the draw bible readings(the ones where I just open to a random passage to see what God has forme that day), I came upon a passage in scripture that I felt was reallyapplicable to the situation. I went across the hall to Matts room andread it to him. Matt said, Thats from II Timothy, Chapter 2. Ivebeen reading it because Aneel (our eye doctor) came to me this morningand said he felt God leading him to tell me to study the second chapter ofII Timothy. Some would call it coincidence. Others would call itfreaky. We call it a God Thing.

As I said, sometimes we dont really notice God Sightings until years afterthey happen. On our last full day in India I couldnt help but look backat my history with Mark. My relationship with Mark started abouttwenty years ago. I was a confirmed agnostic and single at the time. It

was my habit in those days to go to Hokes for coffee and breakfastseveral times a week. One morning Mark showed up by his lonesomeand, knowing me only in passing from my job at the music store, asked ifhe could join me for breakfast.That simple cup of coffee led to afriendship that has spanned two decades, his leading me to Christ, mymembership in the Berean Church (now New Hope) and now, a missiontrip to India. Its been awe inspiring for me to see Gods hand in what

was, at the time, a seemingly chance meeting over a cup of coffee.

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