A few have found the Way...but culture and tradition stifle the path. There is a huge festival underway, honoring a goddess who rides the tiger. Everyone, it seems, is flocking to temples to be blessed. Some enterprising devotees have brought the blessing to your doorstep with a lavishly decorated rickshaw containing two idols, draped in beautiful clothing and flower garlands. A loudspeaker played praise chants as the young man pushed it down our street, while his companion in a sparkly sari went from door to door asking alms. Everywhere colored lights look like Christmas in the USA, men have their foreheads painted in worshipful designs, and even a little white dog came by our gate with a blessing mark.
The eldest son and daughter follow Jesus now with their families; in fact the eldest son is a pillar of Brother Isaac's church and his yokefellow in ministry. The youngest son's birthday also celebrated his recent second birth into the eternal family. Keyboards played, drums beat, and a flute piped pure haunting India into the night. Russ encouraged them from The Word, and there were many prayers said: for the home, for a new pregnancy, for two shy little grandsons, for the new clothes being gifted to the college student son. Brother Isaac led the ceremony and translated for us. After a long ride home through the ricefields, we realized that God is the Lord in every corner of His world. May the nations glorify Your Name, O Lord, until the earth is filled with the knowledge of the One True God.
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