God has provided “American” relief for me last night and on through this week. A medical team of ten people have appeared on campus from Indianapolis to minister alongside IGL. A couple of the members have been to the IGL campus in the past, but most of them are first-timers. It was neat meeting these people for many reasons. First of all tho it was nice seeing God’s people step out on faith in coming to an unfamiliar place to serve God’s church. This is always exciting! The smiles and the passion that comes along with this is addictive. The next reasons are quite selfish on my part haha. Even my translator does not speak fluent English. He struggles from time to time. Yet, I was able to pull out all of my slang American terms and they caught on right away and we had casual conversation. I cannot emphasize enough how this blessed my heart. The staff here did not want to overwhelm their stomachs and therefore I ate American food for the first time in over two weeks! Nothing was spicy and the vegetables looked normal lol. I was not able to eat my food right away for answering so many of their questions. I did not hate this either. In my stay here I have picked up on their culture very well. I am understanding what to do and what never to do. I was able to communicate these things and so much more to them without any trouble. They viewed me as a veteran to the mission field. Little do they know that I am still stumbling through my activities here. One other nice thing that we did this morning and I hope and pray that we continue to do every morning is praise Jesus (in English) through song. Worshiping here in India through a foreign language has been great because I have learned to understand people and their heart to praise God even when I cannot understand them. During these times I have also learned to praise God even more through reading His word. Tho this is good, nothing can take away from the atmosphere of a small group of Christians, a guitar, and our voices expressing how great He is!
Please know that this is not me crying for home. I do miss home very much. But as my time here at IGL is drawing ever nearer to finishing (for this trip), it was refreshing to get a taste of home before I go on about sharing the love of Jesus to the Indians living here in Salem. I look forward to what God has for me and for the group in this next week that we are together!