Dear Reader,

There is something about sitting in a remote village on the other end of the world with beads of sweat dripping and burning my eyes, the dust kicking up off the fields, and the trickle of rainwater and sewage making its way through crooked alleys and cow-dung houses that are filled with peeping eyes and smiling faces. It’s an incredible experience to sit and talk so long on a bed made out of rope that your leg falls asleep and you take a tumble that allows the whole village to erupt in laughter as they forget their struggles and poverty for a fleeting moment.

I would give almost anything to return to the blistering heat infected with unknown sour smells, the broken down buses careening back and forth on cracked pavement littered with brightly clothed men and women selling their wares, and the endless sea of people flooding the streets, the homes, and the villages.

I have never seen so many people. People who are desperate for an answer to more than their poverty – an answer that I held in my heart. I had come from a country vastly different from their own, yet if our hearts were to be laid out on the dusty pavement it would show no difference. It would be identically broken, beaten, scarred, and rotten to the core.

But praise God for the gospel which enraptured my heart, healed my heart, cleansed my heart. It was like the rainwater sewage was wiped away when my heart was transformed by the realities of Calvary and the cross.

The realities of the lost are true, and we must stand and make a difference. We must support and go to these people’s whose hearts have not yet been changed because they have not yet heard. Thankfully, we have organizations like Messiah Missions doing just that. Do not sit back comfortably in your air-condition sipping clean water.

Take action. Do something today.

Sincerely,

Tim Sweetman

Read more of Tim Sweetman’s experience in India by clicking HERE.