well, sarah and i had every intention of waking up early this morning and heading out and pwalking for a bit. however, when the alarm went off, it wasn't happening. we slept in, had a good breakfast and headed to our "appointment." it was nice. we taught the girls a fun game and had a simple not-so-spicy lunch. then, we were invited next door to the house of the woman who is dying of chronic liver failure. she is getting really bad. sarah and i continud to lift her up. thn the womeen began to set up for smethign and before we knew it twenty women and young girls filld the room. they covered thir heads, took out thir prayer books in urdo, took som stones from th center of the circle, and began to utter prayers from thebook. it was devistating. we found out later that they did this every monday and friday. after they finished a paryer they would kiss the stone and then stouch their foreheads, then blow on the peanuts, then the sugar, and then the water in the center of the circle. i never found out the meaning of those elements, but truly pointless and truly sad.
sarah and i took out our sword and read. we hummed songs. we prayed from our hearts. we hope they know this. it was hard. we kept saying "if only we could speak hindi!" but really, He would have to transcend even our languageto open their eyes and hearts; ask that it would be so. ask that those women would be transformed by the little things that sarah and i did today. ask that we would have faith enough to speak, despite the language barrior, (ie would that not be an excuss not to speak the Truth).
yes, prayer filled the day, but oh how sad it was to hear prayer to nothing and then to be able to pray to the Almighty. be grateful to know HIM!
