Submitted by Shema, who has been our co-leader on several missions trips, as well as our worship leader and interpreter. Here is her perspective of one of her experiences:

I was being asked if I would come along on another missions trip. How desperately I wanted to say yes! But my circumstances seemed unsure over the next few months. Not wanting to lose the opportunity but with my head buzzing with the ‘what ifs’, I replied falteringly, “Uhh…I most probably…..might” and everyone in the room burst out laughing.

Fast forward a few months. We had driven almost 8-10 hours to get to an idyllic valley nestled between the Lower and the Greater Himalayas. Our aim was to conduct pastor’s conferences in the region. But over the next 2 days, though we gave it all we had, the response from the area didn’t exactly have us throwing our hats in the air. Especially after what we had seen in some other places. We said our goodbyes, smiled politely and picked up our bags to leave, and someone (thank God) asked for one last prayer.

And suddenly He came. Crashed in. People began falling over without anyone touching them. Others getting wrecked by the kindness of God toppled over unable to remain standing. Involuntary cries of desperation began to ring out. What started as a quick, obligatory prayer lasted for more than 2 hours. Continue Reading…