It was still morning, but the Bangalore sun’s intense rays were already zapping the life out of everything in its path. The humid air weighed a thousand pounds. Taru has suffered from debilitating headaches all her life. The issue seemed temperature-related. Nonetheless…
I had to stop short when I read it. “If God can turn night into day, He can turn your burden into a blessing.”
Eight-year-old Ayan thrashed and yanked violently against the chains his mother restrained him with. But it was futile. He couldn’t free himself from the chains that kept him inside the run-down shed made of asbestos sheets where his family squatted among 50,000 others in Bangalore, India.
It was Christmas morning. The people of Paul and Molly’s church, Harvest Bible Chapel were together for a Christmas breakfast and service. The family of God called happy greetings to one another as they enjoyed breakfast together. Laughter filled the room. Smiles were everywhere.
During this season of giving, we asked ITMI partners to give you their heartfelt answers to several questions. These are from Paul and Molly in India. May their answers bless and encourage you!
“I have two different infections. One is pseudomonas and the other is MSSA”, Phil texted me after we returned from our India trip. Pastor Phil McKeown went to battle the spiritual blindness in India and Nepal and yet on a physical level, he realistically could have fought his last fight.
It was the morning 100 Indian pastors and their wives had looked forward to with anticipation for a long time. But things weren’t going as planned.
ITMI’s David and Taru minister in a Muslim slum in Bangalore, India. Their years of service in this area have given them unique…
During WW2 Singapore City was about to face a siege by the Japanese. General Yamamoto delivered a note saying, “In the interests of chivalry we invite you to surrender.” Lance Percival fell for it and surrendered despite outnumbering the Japanese 4 to 1.
I want to be one of these boys. I don’t know their names, but I know their actions. They are probably like most any boy who lives in Zimbabwe today. Loves to play football (soccer), gets into mischief, wishes for a chance to go to school, and goes to bed hungry way more than they want and way more than we experience here in the States. I still want to be one of them.