This morning we set out to prayer ride through Old Delhi. We took the Metro to the center of the city and quickly found ourselves on bicycle rickshaws fighting for space against other bikes and motorcycles in Old Delhi’s crowded alley-sized streets. Our drivers took us to a very large Mosque, so we removed our shoes, the ladies covered their heads, and we made our way inside. After walking around and spending time praying over each group of people we interacted with, a man approached me and greeted me in confident English. He introduced himself to all of us as a Muslim and asked if we would like for him to show us around the Mosque.
Our new friend joined us on the rickshaws and showed us much of Old Delhi and every Mosque along the way. Wesley and I were able to share the Gospel with him during the rickshaw ride, but he still had more questions and we wanted to talk more with him. The ladies left to go meet up with some partners already on the field and we followed K to the largest Mosque in India, with the promise we would get lunch or tea after. K took us around the entire Mosque, explained every detail about its construction, and eventually took us to the top of one of the Mosque’s 250 meter towers. From the top, as you can see, we could see the mass of houses that make up Delhi. K showed us his neighborhood and told us there are two million Muslims packed around the Mosques in Old Delhi, mostly unreached with the Gospel. As we made our way back down to street level the words of a field worker here rung in my ears, “It is easy to be broken for the lostness of this city.”
K led us to an empty Christian church the British built during the colonization where we sat and shared the Gospel with our new friend. We were able to read Scripture with him, pray for him, and give him a Bible, which he asked if he could translate into another regional language and give away.
Our new friend is not yet a Christ follower, a “Jesus person” in his words, but we have his contact information to meet up with him before we return home. Please pray that our friend would be given eyes to see Christ as Messiah, pray for the boils on his lower back to be healed, and pray for our future interactions.
Tomorrow morning, we leave Delhi and head north, where we will remain for the remainder of the summer. Pray for safety in travel, mostly against carsickness. Because we are leaving the capital city we will most likely not have internet access for a few days, but please check back for travel updates.
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What an encouraging post! Praying.
Looks like a special start. I continue to pray for your team. My prayer today is that your new Muslim tour guide will be touched by Jesus.
That every seed that you plant will bloom in our Lord and Savior.
Praying for you and the ones you encounter.
Y’all, our family is praying for you. We trust that God will open all the right doors for you as you go in His name. As for the tangible evil that you’re experiencing there, I’m reminded of Psalm 62…
1 Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
2 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.
3 How long will you assault me?
Would all of you throw me down—
this leaning wall, this tottering fence?
4 Surely they intend to topple me
from my lofty place;
they take delight in lies.
With their mouths they bless,
but in their hearts they curse.[b]
5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
7 My salvation and my honor depend on God[c];
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
8 Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.