| | hmmm.. back to delhi. from mussoorie. the last memory that i had of Gtt, 2006 was the immense loneliness that i felt when i was preparing to go down to dehradun to catch the mussoorie express. by that time most of the guys had boarded the shatabdi. so it was me and lal along with dave and rebecca and martin and prema on board together again. while the other two couple went down earlier me And lal were recuperating from the dramatic turn of events that made us miss the last 4 or 5 sessions. who was to tell that lal would be in landour community hospital diagnosed with measles (or was it german measles?)? quite horrific i must say for a husband to see his dear wife covered all over with rashes on another one of those beautiful mussoorie mornings when all you can think of is the next power packed preach from the guest speaker. but to cut a long story short, one day and one night at the hospital later we were tired and ravenous like wolves. so we decided to catch up on sleep that we thought we deserved. but i must thank at this point all the ccc gang members who came and prayed for us. i think you all know by now but prayer works, definitely. three cheers to his family (not the cult). so four hours to board the train. lal is recuperating wonderfully. she says to me “honey, let us go out and have some fresh air on the balcony outside”. so we go out and enjoy the cool breeze that can only be mussoorie’s monopoly. man i felt like my lungs were thanking me for bringing them up here. looking down we could see the town preparing for the night. and then crushing down much more heavily than a commercial building in delhi being bulldozed by the mcd was this sinking melancholy, so painful, and so sharp. my wife didn’t know at that time. neither did i want to tell her. never did i in my entire life feel so lonely. i could see the workers cleaning up the place, room by room. the owner/manager was up and about doing some odd things here and there. and i was there like an actor in a stage on whom the spotlights were on; but it felt like i was performing to an empty stage. man, this was worse than being inside an existentialist painting!!! but then the light dawned, the revelation from god that pierces through the darkness like a spear darting across the sky. i was reminded about god’s calling (brought to life by tyrone on the second day of the gtt), his plan for my life. god has planted my feet in ccc in delhi. it is his decision not mine. god wanted me saved but in this church, in this city, whether i liked it or not. but come to think about it, i don’t think there is any other place that i would want to be except new delhi; because this is my home. this is where my family is. the church. praise you father for the work you are doing. of course he is doing his work everywhere around the earth. but he is so detailed, meticulous even. he doesn’t have a backup plan for any of us. neither does he for the church. father i just want to do your will, neither to the left nor to the right. i want to obey your word. this is how you want my life to be. lead me by your good spirit on level ground (psalm 143 v.10). shake this city, lord. shake this city. let your people go and increase their influence, their stake on their inheritance. let the gospel fly out, bombarding people out of their complacence, their fatalism, their blindness, the injustice, the corruption that has become a way of life here. let the church shine in new delhi. let there be healing, restoration as the church sheds passivity, fear and compromise. lord I pray for the church to rise. more leaders raised up, more power flowing from you through us. and thank you lord it is possible only with you. help us to be dependent on you for everything. how great is your name!!! |
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