India's Millions

I wrote this our last week in Cascade, in the middle of the night, because that is when Jesus talks to me, because that's when I'm actually listening, and wishing I was sleeping...

India's Millions

Sights, sounds, smells
Dirty crowded streets
Cows, trash, people
Unable to move
Millions of people
Needing Jesus' peace

Modest, meek, humble
Always looking down
Devalued, oppressed, objects
Unable to speak
Millions of women
Needing Jesus' love

Empty, dirty, un-educated
A hard life
Alone, angry, afraid
Unable to trust
Millions of children
Meeding Jesus' healing

It makes a whole lot more sense now that I'm actually here and know what I am talking about. Everything is so dirty. I spent a lot of time today trying to scrub the dirt off my neck. It was quite painful. We don't have a mirror in our room, so I didn't know my neck was so dirty until someone told me. The streets double a a trash can and toilet. Cows and dogs wander freely. You have to watch where you step. As for the smells, fortently, I have never been able to smell very well, so I don't notice it. Pretty much all of us have colds, but the spicey food does wonders to clear out the sinisus. It makes me happy!

Even though it is the dry season, it rained a little yesterday. That helped reduce the dust and polution in the air, so today we saw the sun peaking through the clouds. That was pretty exciting, because usually the sky is a foggy haze, and you can't tell where the sun is through all the smog.