My heart has been changed. My eyes have been opened. I have met Jesus face to face.
I spent 6 weeks in Kolkata, India. I went with the Global Urban Trek through Intervarsity Christian Fellowship. The purpose of the trek is to bring awareness and understanding to students about urban poverty. I wasn’t there to bring the people anything or to change anything or to “make a difference” or be remembered (although that was my original intention, I soon realized that my mindset was very skewed.) I was there to be a student of the city. To learn from Jesus. To become a part of the culture and the life there. My heart was radically transformed.
I spent my time there alongside a ministry that serves people in the slums. I spent a lot of my time with children. I walked the streets and saw the depth of the power of evil. I wept over the brokenness. I felt the weight of injustice. I saw Jesus in the face of the people. I heard His voice. When I touched the people, I touched Him. When I held the children, I held Him. When I fed the orphan, I fed Him. When I ignored and stepped over and neglected and overlooked and pretended that I didn’t see them begging in my face and brushed them off of my arms, I did that to Jesus. My heart was broken a thousand times, but Jesus gave me hope.
One day those streets will be made of gold. The colors will be beautiful and bright. The people will dance and sing. The children will run around with joy and life. Laughter will ring through that place. Jesus will be worshiped and everyone will be FREE!
Oh Lord, let it be so.