LORD, If not ME who will go?
I thank Jesus for giving me an opportunity to teach in the "Himalayan Bible School". It is part of me, where I find purpose for my life. I feel I am fulfilled and satisfied. I know God has placed me here in Mussoorie in the "Himalayan Bible School". Outreach is one part of our school. We go up to the very remote mountains and tell the STORY about JESUS. As I tell stories GOD gives me more stories about his LOVE, his care and his mighty works. He speaks to me and fills my heart with JOY.
There is one part in "ramayana grantha", where Ram does "Ashwomeg yagya". 'Ashwo' means 'horse' and 'meg' means 'wind'. Yagya is the "hindu ceremony where they burn fire and offer ghee and certain kinds of grain along with mantra chanting". Sometimes they even sacrifice birds, animals and even human beings. Specifically in "Ashwomeg Yagya" they do "Yagya" ceremonies and then release an "Ashwomeg horse". Wherever this horse goes the person concords that land. As we see in "Ramayana Grantha" fights battle when he releases "Ashwomeg". I fell i am a "Ashwomeg" for Jesus. Jesus has released me to concord nations after nations for Him. I want Jesus to say "How Beautiful are the Feet of yours .....because you carry good news to the mountains" (Isaiah 52:7). I am Just a "Ashwomeg" but the King Jesus will fight the battle. Battle belongs to Jesus.
It was a great privilege for me to go to "Munsyari (Panchuli Picks) in Kumaun". If I see myself, I am not a mountain boy. Physically I am not very strong person but I am a man with very strong determination. On the first day we started to hike up from from 'Munsyari' towards mountains range where the villages are. We started our journey from 9:30 am. We walked and walked and walked till maybe 8 pm. There were many things happened in between. We got lost, we were supposed to stay in one village but could not, then as we are going to another village one of our team-mates got bitten by a dog. Then they had to return back, but three of us could meet people and tell stories and hand out tracks (about the Life of Jesus).
We went to one place called Sipolo, which is one of the last villages towards the Indian border; from there you can entered into China. We stayed one night in that village. It was great to see some people from that village who have come to know the LORD. One student "Prem" is studying here with us in HBS. One of our faculty member got two girls and educated them. One got married recently with one person who is pastoring a church in Utter-pradesh. As a "Himalayan Bible School" family we want to change peoples life and direct them towards Christ.
As I was there, I was thinking in my heart looking at these innocent girls. Lord, if I would have been married, I could have taken them out of this village and give them education and help them to stand on their own feet. But at the same time I was very sad in my heart .... I can not do anything. As soon as they will be 17 or 18 they will get married and their life will dissolved in the quiet mountains picks.
But I was praying: if they only, somehow could know JESUS, they can shine like this small light in the kitchen on these mountains ranges. After all what is the biggest gift from God for human beings? The answer is "JESUS". I was crying to God for these small girls, knowing that a difficult life is waiting ahead for them. As I know, Garhwali women are known as "spider women" because they climb up on the trees to cut leaves for animals. They work hard for their family.
As, we returned back from out mountain trek, we stopped in "Bhim Tall". I was supposed to share God's word with the hostel boys and girls. I had one story "Girl With a Match Box". I got up early morning and was sitting on a rocking chair and praying. I suddenly was crying and crying. God spoke to me from the life of Joseph. Many times I speak bad things about my brothers and tear off their robes of righteousness and try to put them in a well and try to kill them. So God told me to share with them "do not be like Joseph's brother but love one another and show your concern and care for one another". We had a good time with them together and I am looking foreword to another trip.
I can not explain how good it was: one of our team members took us for "Tandori Chicken" to a restaurant. It was the best "Tandori Chicken" I ever had. I am so thankful to him for his leadership and his respect towards his team members. Without his willingness, love, care and genuine heart this trip would not have been meaningful. But I am praying GOD may give him lots of lots of stories to tell so that our trips will become more interesting in coming days.
If you are interested to go and outreach to those people group who are living in those quiet mountains and waiting to hear STORY, you are welcome to join.
This is my, Story... what is yours?
