Raucous laughter floated over the cinder block wall. The humid air carried the sound through slightly swaying palm branches to the covered porch where ITMI partner, Molly, stood. Thirty-five miles from the city, the millions of stars twinkled overhead in the night sky, obstructed only by the bright moonlight that spilled through the night.
When ITMI’s Paul faced shepherding his young church plant while stay-at-home orders were in place, he never dreamed this apparent set back would result in extended reach.
These are not families who have pantries full of supplies from Costco. These are people who leave their homes each morning in hopes that they will earn a few cents to purchase food for that day. Not being able to leave means not being able to eat.
In this episode, ITMI’s Mark Burritt and Steve Evers share about attending an event unlike anything most of us have ever experienced – the dedication ceremony for the completed restroom and bathroom facility for the village of “untouchable” people.
Aaruchi is a widow. She keeps herself and her daughter alive by washing clothes for her neighbors. How had she managed to buy 19 dresses and accumulate around $100 in cash?
During this season of giving, we asked ITMI partners to share their heartfelt answers to several questions. May their answers bless and encourage you!
It has been a challenging couple of months. Not so much for what has happened to me personally, but what has been placed in the lap of those that I love and care for.
“Perhaps it’s hard to believe, (or understand) but the misuse and wrong interpretation of the Bible often leads to domestic neglect and abuse in India,” writes our partner, Molly. Molly continues…”
This month, I felt led to share with you this need for teach-ability. God can use anyone and anything to get our attention and grow us to a level that only He knows we are intended for.
He was still a practicing Hindu when he passed away earlier this year. His wife and children follow Jesus and regularly attend the church pastored by ITMI’s Paul in southern India. His wake was a sad affair. Paul’s wife, Molly, described it this way, “all the guests and family came to ridicule the widow and blame the death [of her husband] on her faith as they do here.”