John and I are in northern India, amidst the foothills of the Himalayas, at a conference that is being conducted for the sponsors of Word for the World missionaries. As our bodies continue to acclimate to the heat, food, and new sleep cycle we are surrounded by brothers and sisters listening to the Word being proclaimed in their South Indian tongue--Tamil.
We have chai (tea) three times a day with the believers that we have met. They graciously offer us things we need, things we don't know we need, and a few things we are not sure if we want. We are grateful to have brothers who care for us and take us to the Internet cafe from which I write this post. [Jeeto is the friend who brought us here and purchased Lays potato chips for us, that are unlike any flavor sold in the U.S.]
As I sit in the conference sessions, unable to understand a single word I realize that God's Word and His Bride are not mine to control. I merely handle the Word (2 Tim. 2:15) , but it is living, moving and transforming. The Word became flesh and tabernacled among us.
I am thankful for the Word and for those brothers who are teaching me Tamil. Nala erukku ("It is good" in Tamil).
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Hey there. found you through an NE Arkansas friend. We are workers in Kazakstan. Just thought I'd comment on your LAYS potato chips. We have decided that poor asian countries get the "cast off" flavors that companies try!! We get weird soda mixes, strange potato chips, and even candy bars with different nuts.
ReplyDeleteHope all is well with you as you continue!
Off to eat my paprika/mango tortilla chips! ha!