Pre-India, I think had somehow mistakenly equated a person's amount of privilege with their ability to give, but that notion is a grave lie.
For the first time in my life, I spent Christmas away from my house, family and friends. I was surrounded by my brothers and sisters in Jesus...I woke up to the presence of God through hearing 600+ children sing praises at 5:30 am.
What a neat thing it’s been to see the progression of the work here—especially seeing the improved health of the kids in just over a year of good diets, care and medicine. Many of whom were underweight, and quite twirl-able/throw-able on our first trip back in August ’06, are now far too big for successive rocket-ship rides.
My girlfriend was asked to lead worship for the orphans of India over Christmas? Gulp. That sounds nice. And she's going to skip Christmas with family? Um-hmm. And she wants me to come? My eyes grew to double their size as I hypnotically nodded...