Monday, April 8, 2013

Bibles and Bugs


Hallelujah!
We are in a little village not far from the Bay of Bengal, seated on a rickety stage under a colorful Indian-style canopy. It is night, and the outdoor Gospel Meeting has just begun.  Drums are throbbing, metal rattles keeping time, and the music rises to a fever pitch.  Three music leaders begin to dance and the stage trembles.  An elderly pastor leaps to the ground, dancing, and the children in the front row join him.  The Lord is being praised tonight, just as when King David danced before the ark of God and raised some eyebrows.  “Hallelujahs” fill the air.

So do the bugs.  An outdoor Gospel Meeting in India means three things:  Ear-demolishing sound booming into the night (distortion and feedback squeals are ignored);
How can they believe
if they have not heard?
cornea-scorching lights; and the thousands of insects they attract.  Tropical bugs of all descriptions swarm to join our meeting.  Clouds of mosquitoes, moths, giant cockroaches and even larger black beetles are dancing above the people.  Some hit the lights and evaporate into a small hissing cloud. 

The fan, focused on Russ and myself, blows bugs and moist bug parts onto our sweaty skin, where they stick.  One active insect gets thrust into my right ear where it squirms and struggles violently.  I jump off the side of the stage and wash it out with my bottled water…

About 200 plastic lawn chairs fill the village square in front of us.  Workers from the rice fields and housewives from the thatch huts slowly fill them.  Some belong to Pastor Samuel’s Grace Mission Church here in Kondevaram, others are curious to hear Russ’ promised testimony, and still others are merely curious about this God that died for people—so different from the pantheon of idols whose shrines and temples dominate this land.  More line the porches and walls around us, listening.

Russ’ preaching acts like a magnet on the crowd; Mary Grace translates; the Word of God reaches ears who have never heard His Truth before.  That is why we are here—partly to encourage the small congregation, mostly to reach the local Hindu population. 

The first night is based on Paul’s Mars Hill sermon, focusing on the One True God Who created
How can they hear unless
someone preaches to them?
all mankind.  The second night, Russ gave his powerful testimony and the faithfulness of God when we are suffering, based on our life verses, Proverbs 3:5, 6.  On the third night, he spoke of the cost of following Jesus, and how it needs to be our first priority (Luke 9:57-62).  Amazingly, all the people listened intently.  Many ears in front of us have never heard Christ and the Gospel explained before. 

We are in enemy territory, but the Word of God will never return void.  This was made clear Sunday night, when Russ preached his final sermon in the little Kondevaram church.  We arrived just before 9PM, shared communion with the believers, and Russ and I spoke and worshiped until past 11.  A woman who does not belong to the church began to shriek and shout something like “Shut up! Shut up!” while clapping her hands against her ears.  She then made other disruptive claims and speeches, but eventually calmed down after Russ and I each prayed.  I was sitting in the back among the women and strongly felt this was an overt enemy attack, although we have experienced many veiled ones.  Russ later told me he was certain of that, and so were Mary Grace and her father.  Stronger is He that is in us…!

We are being blessed by testimonies about the Gospel Meetings, by the responses at each location, and by sharing two weeks of Pastor Samuel’s ministry, which involves his entire family.  We will head for Vishakhapatnam after a few days, to a ‘real’ hotel to recuperate a bit before heading into the mountains of Orissa. 

Please continue to pray for us.  Especially for me (Alice) at this point--my legs are swollen,
Russ and Alice, India
partly due to the extreme heat (we have not had much electric power here) and partly due to five weeks of constant insect bites and their residual toxins.  Russ is doing well--
our hostess at the home where we are staying had two shirts made for him—and dressed me up in a sari!

I’ve been taking photos of the various chili business owners and their workmen, so they know me and my walkabouts—they all had to come out on the loading dock and see me in the sari, walking to church alongside Russ on Sunday.  Quite a stir!  God uses us for “fish bait”…may His Name be glorified in this place also!

--Alice Sharrock






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