Some people might think I am a little crazy for this post. But I wanted to tell you about my experience with prayer while being in India. For one, my prayer life is better than ever. The reason is twofold really. In the morning I wake up and walk a mile to the boys “hostel” and pray along the way. I enjoy the majesty of God displayed through the scenery as I watch out for holes in the road and rocks along the way. I get to listen to a multitude of birds singing in the trees making their morning wake-up calls. I also listen to monkeys making whatever sound it is they make. They remind me of owls to an extent haha. All of this adds background music to my prayer time. I believe when I get home I will play a recording of this during my congregational prayers since music during prayers seems to be a trend (joking, I think…). You just have to be here really to experience it. The other avenue of my own prayer life comes at meals. At home we often take fore-granted the blessing of our food. I am guilty of this as well. In India, I never skip or take lightly the blessing of my food for the “nourishment of my body and my body for Your service!” I mean think about it really. Do I actually know what half of the stuff that I am ingesting is? NO! Yet I worry very little about this. For I knew going into this that I would be eating some strange stuff. The only thing that I worry about, food wise, is sugar. Indians are very big on incorporating sugar into nearly every meal. And I am not talking about only dessert. I mean they incorporate enough sugar to easily recognize it at breakfast in some of the starch items, at lunch in some of the rice, and supper in a bowl of fruit even. Some may think that I enjoy this and will become addicted to sugar. Quite the opposite I think will be true tho. I will probably diet of all sugar items upon return to cleanse my body from a month of sugary-sweet food:)
The real neat thing about prayers from Indians are that they are in their native language. Duh right? Well the thing is, I don’t understand a word they are saying. Yet the coolest thing happens when they do start praying. There is a sense that I am right in the presence of God with them when they pray because it is all an act of worship and adoration. Nearly every time I understand their heartache and stress, their triumphs and failures, and their joys and concerns. They do something very neat at the end of each of their prayers. I have not figured out what they are saying yet, but after the Amen all the ones who are praying along with that person will say a chant. I can tell several “hallelujahs” and “thank you Jesus” statements but I am curious as to what they chant. Regardless, I know it is an humbling response to a meaningful prayer.
For the classroom the students enjoy whenever I preach. This is interesting as well as they are doing the exact same thing as when they pray and I listen. I do not think they understand all that I say, but there is a moment of worship that everyone enjoys together:)
Please pray for this weekend as I believe I will be leaving the main campus to join another gathering of believers for worship. I will probably be preaching and sharing my testimony. God is good