Wow, I don’t know where to begin. I was in India from Dec. 28 – January 14th. I was on the flight to London and a beautiful Indian woman was sitting next to me and I asked her if she was going to New Dehli and she told me no that she was headed to some other city in India, I told her that we were going to Bihar and she looked at me and said, “Why?” that was the same reaction that we got from other Indians that we met. Bihar is the poorest state in India. I’ll give you some other facts that we learned during our stay.
We first got to the state of Bihar and spent a week and a half there. It took us 3 days to get there with a 10 1/2 hour time change. We had to travel four hours by bus. Okay, one thing, Indians are the worst drivers on the planet, the bus ride was an event in its own. We were staying at a girls hostile in the little village of Purnia. I was so nervous a few days ahead of the trip. But once I laid foot on the soil, I felt so much peace. And it was not a peace of safety knowing I was surrounded by other believers, it was the peace that only the Lord could give, so that made me feel safe. We walked up to where we were staying and we were greeted by the smiles of little orphan girls. (there were 124 orphan girls that stay at the hostile) They said, “Hi Auntie,” and that would be our name for the next week and a half. There were 9 girls on the trip and they put 8 of us in this large room full of beds. Well, I wouldn’t call them beds, they felt more like tables, but honestly as hard as they were, after our long days they felt like tempurpedic beds. I remember when we were walking to our orientation that day, we crossed paths with one of the Bible college girls and she just looked as us and said in broken english, “you are all so lovely.”
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The next photos that you will see are images of some of the orphans that stay at this hostile. Either their parents dropped them off because they did not want them, or their parents left them there because they could not take care of them. Who knows the stories behind their eyes, what their innocent eyes have seen. Their smiles are contagious. Their laughter gave me the chills. Though we spoke different languages, we were able to show love, a Love that has no barriers.
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This is David. I loved his little grin.






These are the flowers the girls would greet us with.



Isaiah 58:6-12
Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of wickedness,
to undo the straps of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer;
you shall cry, and he will say, ‘Here I am.’
If you take away the yoke from your midst,
the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
if you pour yourself out for the hungry
and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then shall your light rise in the darkness
and your gloom be as the noonday.
And the LORD will guide you continually
and satisfy your desire in scorched places
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters do not fail.
And your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt;
you shall raise up the foundations of many generations;
you shall be called the repairer of the breach,
the restorer of streets to dwell in.

Day 2: we walked passed the gates of where we stayed and went to the village. We saw hopelessness. Looking at the people they had a glaze over their eyes, they seemed to just live to be living.

Bihar: Known to be called “The Graveyard for Missions.” The average person makes $35.00 a year. 45,000 people live in villages. 10% live in towns. Out of every 2 boys, 1 girl gets to go to school. This is the hardest place for Indian missionaries to go. There is 1,652 languages (tribe) in Bihar, and only 400 have heard the Gospel. 4,635 people groups, and only a few have Christ and thousands have not heard of Jesus. 0.003% are Christians. 23% of women go to a medical doctor while pregnant. And 1 out of 2 woman die during child birth each year.

We were surrounded by idols that were being worshipped and then a Muslim mosque right down the dirt road. While we were there we got to meet with some of the believers that stayed in the village. We got to pray over them. Being a believer in such a thick spiritual oppressed place is hard. Especially when surrounded by the Muslim call 5 times a day, and the smell of incense to the Hindu gods. Look at these photos with the mindset that these people are real, and that each photo tell a story of these peoples reality.






The first believers we met with in the village-

we had a following of children in the village. we were probably the first white people that they’ve ever seen.











These ladies you see in front of the blue house are translating the Bible in their tribe tongue in hopes to share the Gospel with the people in this village. Be praying for them.





chai-



playing cricket in the village













New Years Eve 2o1o

I have so many more photos to share. I will be posting another blog tonight. I wanted to take a moment and thank all of my supporters, financially and through prayer. Your prayers worked. We got to plant so many seeds while we were in India. I have so many stories to share, and I cannot wait to share them.

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