Things I've learned after one week of teaching Indian children:
-The Hokey Pokey is universal.
The Lord has been so gracious to give me many pictures of hope these last few days. Thanks to those at home who have been praying for that. Aside from the children, here are a few more proofs:
-Celebrating teammate Hannah's birthday with the blessing of true Indian hospitality. Our Kolkata friend, Upen, opened up his tiny home to us and fed us an awesome meal, complete with a pink iced cake. We crowded into the 5x5 room where he lives with his wife and two children, and as we sang "Happy Birthday," I thought of these words of Jesus: "A man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions." Oh yes, Jesus, continue to teach us! Back in the dark corner of a narrow alleyway, there was so much joy.
Which is an excellent seque into another thought that has been heavily pressing on me. Love, when love equals hurt. Do I know how to love like that? I forget that the love of Jesus meant being stretched out across two wooden beams. That love hurt. I read this yesterday from Kahlil Gibran's book The Prophet:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Okay. I'm off to the flat, where we're packing up our stuff and getting ready to move in with our Indian host families! Tonight I meet my family for the next four months. :) I've heard my mom is a really good cook. :) I'll let you know for sure when I find out.
hope and love...