“Do you see that mountain?” My young pastor friend pointed to a grand peak far in the distance that towered above all the peaks around it at about 10,000 feet. “Yeah, it’s beautiful” I said. “We’re going to climb over that mountain today,” he responded. All of a sudden the mountain was no longer beautiful but very intimidating. My first thought was “You have to be kidding me!” My second thought was “Help me Jesus!”
And help us He did. Over 6 days we trekked about 60 miles through the mountains and valleys of the Himalayas praying and visiting remote villages. Over and over again I was told I was the first foreigner to ever be there. In most places we were told, “There are no Christians in these mountains.”
Our pastor friend grew up in these mountains and has extended family in many of the villages. Through him we were graciously welcomed i
nto the homes and experienced the culture and hospitality of the Hindu mountain people.
As we went, we prayed that God would open up this region to the Gospel. We prayed for the veil to be lifted; that the people would no longer be blinded by the god of this age; that the Gospel of the glory of Christ would shine on them and the name of Jesus would be glorified.