First Few Days of the New Year

On Monday we had Bible study.  My two cousins’ wives, Shikha and Kalpna came over and we watched the second part of the Jesus movie.  No matter how many times I have seen the movie, I still flinch when they hammer the nails into Jesus’ hands and feet.  It reminds me of a poem I wrote as a young girl (it is not very good, but anyways, here it is):

If only you had been there
Then you couldn’t say
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t care

If only you had seen them pull the hairs from His beard
Felt the cat-of-nine tails
If only you had heard the soldiers laugh
As they mocked Him, up on that cross 

If only you had been there
Then you couldn’t say
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t care

If only you had seen the tears in His mother’s eyes
Felt the lunp in the Beloved’s throat
If only you had heard the women cry
As they hung Him up to die

If only you had been there
Then you couldn’t say
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t care

If only you had seen the crown of thorns upon His brow
Felt the nails as they pierced His flesh
If only you had heard Him cry "Abba, Father"
As He took His last breath

If only you had been there
Then you couldn’t say
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t care

He could have said
"No, for these people I will not die
Not for this generation that yelled ‘crucify’"
But then He saw you and I
And He firmly said, "No,I will die."

If only you had been there
Then you couldn’t say
He doesn’t love me
He doesn’t care

Tuesday we went to the slum in New Delhi for ministry.  As soon as we arrived, the children began dancing and skipping around us saying, “Didi aa gaye!  Didi aa gaye!”  (Big sister has come.  Big sister has come.)  I taught the kids a new song with actions (I translated, “No no no…God’s not dead…He is alive” into Hindi).  The children all sang with glee.  Then I began to share with the about the story of Jesus and the sacrifice He gave for us.  The older children and the women listened intently.  I reminded them of the Nativity play they had seen just before Christmas, and could see the light bulb go off in their heads as they related what I was saying to what they had seen that day.  Then we attempted to show the children just the beginning on the Jesus movie on my laptop, but that didn’t work quite so well.  The children pushed and shoved each other to be close to the screen.  They kept talking…so they couldn’t hear what was being said.  But, nonetheless, they seemed to enjoy what they saw.

Afterwards we prayed for many people.  The women in these slum seem to have aches and pains all over their body.  The children often have headaches and tummy aches, likely due to malnutrition.  The Lord healed and touched the ones we prayed for.  In particular, as I am writing this, I am reminded of an elderly lady.  She had us pray for the arthritis in her hands.  As the pain left, she was astonished.  Then she had us pray for the pain in her chest.  Again, she was surprised as the pain left.  She quickly went and brought another woman for prayer.  Another man who comes to mind is a young man who came bearing his doctor’s report in his hands.  He said that he has been suffering from stomach problems for a long time, and has been to many doctors, but the doctors are unable to diagnose the problem.  He said that he had been there at the Christmas program and had wanted to come forward for prayer, but for some reason had not done so.  We prayed for him…I am excited to go back to the slum and hear what the Lord has done for him.

As we were leaving, the people made us assure them that we would be back the following week.

In the late afternoon we went to Karol Bagh to pray with the shopkeepers there.  They have called me a few times for prayer over the phone, so we decided to visit them in person.  As we arrived there, the shopkeepers said that they had just been thinking of us and wondering when they would see us again.  We prayed with them for God to intervene in their financial situation.  Then they called a relative in Jammu so that we could pray for her.  She has been extremely ill, with excruciating pain in her body.  As we prayed over the phone, she felt the pain leave.

Wednesday was a day of rest.  In the evening, the lady from Jammu called again for prayer.  Now she was having pain in a different part of her body.  As we prayed, again, she was amazed as the pain began to subside.

Scripture for the Day:
 
The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion.  Proverbs 28:1.

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