Whan-dhan-ahloo! (Telugu greeting for "Praise the Lord") *insert Lish bobble-head grin, while pressing hands together upright

It's pretty crazy to think that's I've been in India for half a year... the scene from where I sit, peaceful. As calming as this moment is now, this has been anything but an easy journey. Like Frodo when he first stuck that mysterious ring in his pocket, how oblivious he was of what was to come along the path ahead...

As cliche as this may sound, from the moment I first stepped off that plane, I feel like I've jumped in a stormy ocean without ever having taken swimming lessons. Only the reviving presence of my Lord has kept me afloat. I've discovered that He has very strong arms. I think coming here has been similar to Peter's walking on water challenge. He said, "Come." I came. I've been tossed by the waves and almost drowned, yet His hand never let me sink. It's been physically challenging in some ways, (from feverish heat stroke to frequent "motions, etc) but those are minor notes.  The forte of cannon blasts I've experienced have mostly been emotional, mental, and above all, spiritual. For all it's chaotic beauty, India is a challenging place, but then again, anywhere the battle rages is no cake walk. Has it been worth it? Yes. Most agree, anything worth value costs something. He gave us his life, crowned us with his beauty, and then tells us to "imitate Christ" and "be holy as I am holy." This is his heart's desire. And yet, even amidst all my failings, still He bids me, "Come." 

During my quiet times, it's almost been like Jesus hid me away from the world-- even the corner room where I've been staying-- with windows open, I glimpse the tops of flowering trees. It's as if he locked me up like a princess in a tower. When trying circumstances came, sometimes I would put up a fight and tear at the "bars," but I realize that it's been here, away from the distractions, where I've simply fallen, exhausted in his arms and rested my head upon the chest of Jesus. The heart beats from the Author and Perfector of our faith are quickened at thoughts of us. How he cares for us with an unfathomable intensity! Every day he paints new sunrises and waits expectant until we wake up. If you really think about it, each breath you breathe, even as you read this now, is a divine miracle-- you are the pinnacle of his creation! He delights in you-- as a bridegroom rejoices in his bride. He passionately desires that we know Him. But narrow is the way. Those willing to bear the mark of His name for His Kingdom will face many trials and endure much testing. Consider Job, Abraham, and Moses, not to mention countless others we've read about. I'm realizing more and more that God didn't stop moving in power after the completion of the Bible. He's still living and writing powerful stories through us today, but faith without fire is nothing but five letters on a page. "The sweetest scents are only obtained by tremendous pressure; the fairest flowers grow amid alpine snow-solitudes; the most beautiful gems have suffered longest from the lapidary's wheel; the noblest statues have borne most blows of the chisel..." (Streams in the Desert) No doubt, this has been a season of new depths for me, learning how to suffer obedience, even to the point of death. Not death physically, but the dying daily to myself. Which, to some degree, makes physical death almost more appealing. Having to get up and die day after day is a painful, refining process that not many, including myself, find enjoyable. I'm still learning. My prayer is that I would not only endure the cross, but embrace it! He never promised us a life of ease, he only promises to never leave us. Through it all, I've come to agree with Paul's statement, that His grace is sufficient, his power works best in our weakness. (2 Cor. 12:9) If you're discouraged or needing refreshment, I encourage you to come and drink from His well. Taste and see that He is good. For once you taste the divine love of the Beloved, there is no price too high. Nothing matters anymore but pleasing your Love. Make us ready for Your coming, Lord. We are waiting for you. Oh, King, make your bride beautiful. Steal me away with you to new heights!

To my team, you know who you are, thank you immeasurably for all your prayers and support. We've only begun to skim the surface here. There is so much to be done and like the Samaritan on the Jericho Road, I can't just pass by... Despite the challenges, or perhaps because of them, being in India has confirmed and ignited my heart's desire for more long-term mission work. Tomorrow I fly out from Delhi to Chicago, after that, once again, I face the unknown. The entire ocean stretches before me and a glorious Wind fills these sails... From Chi-town to Chai-town to wherever He leads next, "I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through which Christ Jesus is calling us." (Phil.3:14) I love you guys.  

No turning back,

Alisha Louise Chocholous

"'No,' I said within, 'no accusations. No bitterness. No more 'whys.' No more a need to be pampered. By His grace I will walk the course He needs me to walk. Him... not me. His honor...not my safety. His glory, not mine. Him. Him. He alone is worthy. He alone is worthy. 'O my God,' I sobbed within, 'I love you so much. What does this matter?' Though you slay me, yet will I trust you. What does it matter? If I live or die, I am Yours. That is all that matters'..." 

-Heaven Awaits the Bride, Anna Rountree

"This is India?"...

"...wherever the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom. so all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord- who is the Spirit- makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image." 2 Corinthians 3:17-18

just a few of my simple observations over the past few months... but I tend to over-analyze things...

Unprepared and shocked, I flinched. The instructor slapped him hard across the back of head... again. He was a just fourth grader. And as he cowered, afraid of another blow from the angry man, my eyes were the ones filling with tears. I'm sick and tired of hearing the excuse, "This is India." Anytime something goes wrong or some form of  injustice occurs, most will shrug their shoulders and say in a flippant tone, "This is India." I beg to differ. Yes, I understand I'm living in 3rd world country and things are challenging here, but does that mean things can't improve? Maybe not tomorrow, but maybe one day. Sure, I tend to be uncharacteristically positive, but I'm hopeful, and I definitely don't think I'm being unrealistic. Did President Lincoln shrug his shoulders, roll his eyes, and say, "Oh, that's just slavery." No, and thank God he didn't. I realize cultures drastically differ, but should we keep doing things the same way they've been done simply because they've always been done that way? Should kids have to come to school without being given school books for two weeks in a row, many not even bringing pencils because, "This is India." Should trash continue to pile up outside and water remain disease ridden and undrinkable because, "This is India." Should low-caste people be made to wait to eat until after the high-caste have eaten their food because, oh, that's right, "This is India." If you want your claim to fame to be apathy and selfishness, then by all means, keep vomiting up that pathetic excuse, but I believe Jesus calls us to a higher standard. It may require hard work, actually, I can guarantee you that it will be hard, but love is worth the sweat.  Where would we be if our heavenly Father, after the fall, looked down from heaven and said, "Oh, that's just sin." Did he recline in the throne and toss back some more grapes? No, He did something about it... and it cost him his son. I might be just one fish swimming upstream in a rapid, disorienting stream, but I believe Jesus when he said he came to bring us life. And so, even if it costs me my own, slowly I will swim against the current. Yes, "this is India," but amidst the struggle, love compels me forward...

Sometimes as I observe the fly infested mounds of trash, cement blocks with tin roofs, and dusty roads with jagged ruts, I feel somewhat overwhelmed. Like I happened upon a site hit by a hurricane, the devastation surrounds me-- what kind of architects are we? It appears as if all we can do is ruin things. Then I look beyond the heaps and the slabs to the sky-- a canvas of brilliant blue, the cranes and crows soaring upon the winds as the palms leisurely wave in vibrant neon greens-- and we like small children clumsily playing with broken clay and colors, trying to mimic the Creator's genius. Yet we think we are such grand designers...

I find it interesting how the pigs and goats ravage the same garbage piles day after day-- yet there are plenty of food stands, with fresh, hot smells, wafting across the wind, directly toward them. Had they any sense they might impose upon the vendor for something savory and delicious. Perhaps the stench has stifled their smell and they no longer recognize the difference... Or perhaps they are simply content with feasting upon rubbish.

Does anyone else find it almost frightening that in all the world, the smallest of creatures, the mosquito, is the most deadly? It's killed more people than any other animal. If something so small in the natural world dominates and destroys, what about the spiritual world? What small, seemingly subtle things invade upon our heart and suck the life from us? When a mosquito lands on my arm, I kill it. Are we doing the same thing with enemies of our spiritual life or do we let them land and have their fill? Maybe we don't even recognize they bit us, after all, why should it matter? It's such a small thing...

Every day the power in Nuzvid goes out for 1-2 hours. It's random. Sometimes it's the morning, sometimes, it's the afternoon, but either way, it's a sure bet that at some point during the day, the power will shut down. Computers wipe blank. Fans slow to a stop. Bright rooms turn black. And funny (not really) how it always seems to be the hottest hour of the day when this happens. As if the power guys, sitting in their cush chairs in their generator-operated A.C. rooms, watch the temperature gauge, and flip the switch right when it's reached the high. And as the sweat seeps from our pores and we wait for the invented breeze to kick back into gear,  we are left in limbo. Whoever coined the phrase about trying times in life bringing out the best or the worst in us, yep, that pretty much sums it up. And obviously without an outside source of power, we can do nothing on our own. So we endure, all the while discovering who applied deordorant that morning and who didn't... 

The Jacksons

Thought I'd write a shout-out blog to the Jacksons, with a grand total of five kids (Jackson five, comin' at'cha!) and their two (team awesome, holla!) parents-- I honestly can't say enough good, nay, GREAT things about this family. They joined-up here in Nuzvid, India this past March, and it's been an incredible hulk of a journey... for those of you unable to make it out, here's a quick meet&greet. Hold the cameras, no flash please.

Meet Bryan. He's a what you'd get if you mashed personalities between John the Baptist and the beloved disciple John. He's got bold audacity, truth-blazing fire of the Lord and yet, the tender-heart of a father and friend. A rock-solid man of integrity and humility. He's flipping tables in the temple with Jesus then giving you the coat and shirt off his back, and what's that? You need these shoes? It's cool, man. Nah, take 'em. I'm ever-grateful for his example and ever-gleaning from his wisdom, his challenging faith-life, and all those iTunes podcasts of David Hogan sermons. ("Jesus...")

Meet Mindy. With that contagious smile and off-the-charts positive attitude, I'd say she's right up there next to, even a notch above Martha and Mary. She knows how to keep busy- cleaning house, taking non-stop care of five energetic kids- and yet, she knows the importance of sitting at the feet of Jesus. A striking balance not many find easy to obtain, and she does it with grace. Despite challenges on the demanding (understatement!) field of India, she appears to float from hurdle to hurdle like a gold-medal Olympian. With her down-to-earth, sarcastic (Wisconsin, eh?) sense of humor, and a deep compassion for others, I've found her to be a joyful presence and a sincere friend. Most importantly, she's a Proverbs 31 woman to the core. I've learned much from this beautiful woman, and I hope one day to tackle mom-hood as amazing as she does. If we ever get some time back in the states together, the ICED VENTI Chai is on me, my friend. Heck, let's make it two.

Meet Ezekiel. (8) The oldest of the gang, you will most likely find him playing his DS (Digital System) or sticking around for after dinner conversation while chumming his dad for the remainder of his coffee. Which just goes to show, if he's drinking coffee at age eight, there's definitely great things in store for this kid. But seriously. He's super smart and a great big brother- always looking out for his four sibs... like making sure they're not raiding the 4th shelf candy stash, unless of course, mom says it's OK. If you need prophetic insight, he'll be the first to let you know, he's actually a prophet. The Bible says so. You might want to listen to what he says. And let's not forgot his love for The Andy Griffith Show, an automatic plus five cool points.

Meet Abigail. (6) The Precious Moments people should probably coin a doll after this girl. From her adorable grin to her eager enthusiasm, she's a real-life precious moment in the making. She loves to dance and sing and twirl around the room on a old suitcase with wheels. Her favorite food would be, hands down, rice and pedigoo. And if there's candy suckers being divied out, she'll be the first to offer you one, any color! She also has a delightful habit of cracking herself up, almost like a soul-tickle.

Meet Shiloh. (5) I'm pretty sure the invention of a smock was designed with Shiloh in mind. From juicy mangos to mud pies, by the end of the day, he's wearing it all, yet somehow, with that cute smirk of his, he wins you over again. Always the quick one to make new friends, he's got a fun-loving personality and a knack for (mostly) harmless mischief. If you're up for a game of catch, be sure to watch your head, this kids got a wild curve. If you've got a deck of Uno, look out, he's a three-time champ. And if you pinch his cheek, don't be surprised if he pinches yours back.

Meet the twins (3 x 2):

Samara. Samara's best friend is her mom. Often she will accompany her on trips to the bathroom and claim the seat right next to her chair, three out of three meals per day. If there's a broom in the room, my only pre-caution is to step aside as she might sweep you away (literally) with all the dust and crushed bugs. Though shy at times, she's got sparkling blue eyes that filter emotion with passion- happy or sad- she wears it on her sleeve. And work it girl, she sure knows how to throw-up her hands to a good Indian beat or a spirit-led worship song.

Micah, on the other hand, knows the meaning of rough and tumble. I've personally witnessed this kid wipe out, face first, on cement, then get up like it was nothing and run off like a defense tackle, fourth down. And why don't you throw a little dirt and spit on it, while you're at it. From lunch-time curry to potty-training diapers, he's not afraid to leave his mark. And if there's birthday cake or morning Boost involved, move out the way, he'll let you know he's coming.

I love this family and words painfully lack in expressing my sentiments. Grateful to have crossed paths with them? Yes. Blessed beyond measure? Yes. Honored to have shared the fore-fronts of the battle together? Yes. Some of my most fond memories were late at night-- when you "somewhat" stop sweating and there's "somewhat" of a coolish breeze-- Mindy, Bryan, and I (and often one of the sleepless five) would sit out of the roof-top patio and just chill. We'd listen to sermon podcasts, we'd listen to music, (*clears throat* Kevin Prosch) and more often than not, we'd spend time praying together. Like a cool douse of water down the throat and over the head on mile 26, it was pure refreshment for the soul. They are one of the Lord's most valuable gifts to my life. I treasure you all dearly. I will miss you guys. I will pray for you with steadfast love and faith-- pressed down, but not overcome. Crushed, but not destroyed. His love is enough. More than enough. Keep passing out the Bread. And I'll even raise a piping-hot, road-stand chai-- here's to more adventures with Jesus together in the future... India, Nepal, Africa? The lion roars.

Love you guys,

Lish

P.S. Thank you for giving to the Lord. (no, but seriously)

"Farewell. We have known great joys together. If Aslan gave me my choice I would choose no other life than the life I have had and no other death than the one we go to." -The Last Battle, C.S. Lewis

Conversations with "Daddy"

I've met so many people since being in India, but there's a few faces that stand out. I'm not talking about celebrities or politicians, although I must admit, years prior I've had my crazy fan moments, but let's not go there. What I'm talking about is someone that makes a meaningful and lasting impact on your life. One of those people in my life is Pastor Isaac Bandi, whom most people that know him well, simply call "Daddy."

Taking a quick glance at my watch, the time read 12:50 am. I tried my hotel door once again. Locked. Hearing footsteps approaching, I gazed down the empty hall when two shadows turned the corner.

It was my 2nd week in India. Aside from adjusting to food, time change, language barriers, "motions" and an assortment of other challenges, there I stood, locked out of my hotel room in some city I still can't pronounce properly.  Everyone else had gone to bed. We just finished up a huge outreach meeting- I had 18 new mosquito bites on my feet (yes, I counted). Despite the fact that this hotel room was more like some sketchy, drug-deal site south-side Chicago, I was dead-tired, and all I wanted was to lay down and sleep. At this point, not even caring if the mattress was infested with bed-bugs.

The figures approached, it was Pastor Isaac and one of his friends.

"What is it?" he said with his thick, grandfatherly Indian accent.
"Uh, my doors locked and I can't find my key."
"Is it?"

He tried the door. Yep. Still locked. We both stood there, awkward silence. Having only met this man a week prior and though somewhat intimidated of him, I found myself strangely comforted by his presence.

"Where is your key?"
"I put it here..."
*heaving my back-pack to the ground, I showed him the convenient side-pocket
"...but I can't find it."
"There only you kept?"

I nodded as he picked up my back-pack, "Come."

I followed him and his silent, elder friend into his room. He set my pack on a table and began digging through it. After a 10 minute thorough search, which included me pulling out everything I owned, he took a step back, the epitome of calm, "It appears to be missing."

On the verge of tears, all I could do was lamely nod. I felt terrible. I'm not one to usually misplace things, nor did I want them to have to get another hotel room for me, especially since they had already paid for the one currently locked. You might be thinking, what's the big deal, just have them make another key for you. That's just it. The keys were ancient. Like Secret Garden ancient. Each one was different and there was only one for each room. I looked up, teary, the only solution coming to mind--

"I can sleep in the van."
*he broke into his mustached grin, chuckled, seemingly amused at my suggestion

Finding myself utterly exhausted, I turned and walked out of the room, and not really knowing where to go next, sat down on the cold marble staircase. The flow of tears finally rent through my will to hold them back. Less than a minute later, he came and stood before my wilted frame.

"You know, it's a small thing really."

I looked up into his tanned, kind face. His white-haired, arching eyebrows showing tender concern. He spoke something in Telugu to his friend, who disappeared down the stairs, "Come." I followed him back into his room.

He motioned for me to sit down. After several silent minutes and my futile attempts to dry my wet cheeks, he spoke again.

"Are you familiar with the Abraham story?"
I nodded but didn't look up.
"When he thought Isaac was to be lost, the God provided the ram stuck in a bush so there was no need to worry. When you have the faith, the God provides..."
He handed me his worn handkerchief.
"In the Hebrews it says the God will never leave us..."
I finally looked up. Little did he know, this exact verse he just quoted to me, was my life verse. It's the verse I've clung to ever since junior high, when I first came to understand that Jesus was my greatest friend. Through Pastor Isaac's simple words, Jesus spoke, reminding me that He was there-- in the midst of all these unforeseen challenges, He hadn't left me. He was still with me, even half-way across the world in this foreign land. As the Lord went with Abraham into the unknown, He also went with me. He would never leave me.

Pastor Isaac smiled. I smiled back. And somehow, we understood each other.

As for the rest of the story, I didn't have to sleep in the van. The hotel clerk was actually pretty cool and gave me another room, no charge. The mattress in the new room was free of bed-bugs (as far as I know) and we found my room key the next morning... in the van.

Over the past 6 months, this man has become like a very dear grandfather to me. He has a rare depth of wisdom and sincere heart for our Lord I hope one day to obtain. Often he takes me along whenever he goes and speaks. This is only one of my many cherished conversations with "Daddy" which more often than not, tend to revolve around our heavenly Father. Recently as I volunteered to bring and serve a group cool drinks, he likened me to Rebekah (Gen. 24)-- which I took as a very great compliment. I hope to include more conversations throughout this blog, but I hope one day you will be able to have a conversation with this man yourself. If not on earth, in heaven-- look for him at the wedding table, he'll probably be sitting next to Abraham.

UPDATE!

Hey friends! It's been awhile since I've updated the ole' blog. This is due to several factors: 1- the internet has been down for a few weeks. self-explanatory. 2- so much has been happening that I've been overwhelmed at the thought of choosing what to write about, kinda like how I feel when I walk into the downtown Chicago library, so many stories, how could I pick just one? 3- it's dang hot outside! which really shouldn't affect my writing capabilities since the room where the computer is located has air conditioning (Em, please don't give me a hard time about that one) but honestly, the summer here really zaps you of any and all energy, even mental energy-- most days are anywhere from 110-115 degrees plus humidity, it's like living in a sauna with no exit; most people kinda just pass out during the day under a fan somewhere- no joke- even the flies buzz slower...

So, what's this blog about, Lish? Good question. Like I said, a lot has happened over the past few weeks. Here's a few highlights in no particular order, although some do have obvious importance above others:
*tasting goat brain (I'll leave that one up to the imagination), fried baby fish eggs, and boiled chicken liver (preferably not together)
*praying with persecuted believers from Kolkatta, hearing their stories, sharing their tears...
*leading/teaching English worship songs to the "young adult" crowd during retreat week-- hearing "We Want to See Jesus Lifted High" sung by thousands of Indian brothers and sisters will forever be etched in my memory as one of those surreal life moments
*eating Chat (kinda like chilli but kicked up a notch) from a road-stand vendor! (made with local water-- stupid or daring? I'll let you be the judge)
*learning the entire Telugu alphabet and singing a Telugu song for church-- the crowd was all smiles and even clapped along, which is definitely better than having them throw things, which thankfully, hasn't happened yet
*driving through the Indian country-side in a Land Rover at night, stars brilliantly shining, breeze blowing, and happen chancing upon... two guys dropping a deuce on the side of the road in their birthday suits
*teaching/acting out Bible stories to the kids at school-- David and Goliath was a popular favorite, the boys all took the initiative to sling-shot mangos off trees during break
*lice checks... so far, so good
*dancing to Dola de Dola (Bollywood wedding song) on stage with select teachers for Annual day-- white saree, henna on the hands, bangles, and yes, jasmine flowers in my hair
*conversations with Pastor Isaac Bandi-- a blog soon to follow dedicated to this man, don't miss it
*being gifted with a small teddy bear from one of my students-- the bear, when squeezed, says in a cute little voice, "I love you"

Most of all, I'd like to share with you what God has been teaching me, but even that I cannot fully describe. Probably the biggest lesson(s) since being here has been obedience and learning how we, the church, are the bride of Christ. This season of my life has been purifying, being refined through fire, more than any other. More subject for a face-to-face conversation than able to fully convey in a letter. I kinda wish you could pull up a chair, sip some chai with me and we could talk late into the night about Jesus and life together but worlds apart we remain, and we are where we are with purpose. I think of you and pray about you often.

I'll leave you with a couple of meaningful quotes/verse that have impacted my thought recently:

"Oh, how many times the gold is plunged back into the fire- far, far more times than seem necessary. Yet you can be sure the Forger sees impurities no one else can see. The gold must return to the fire again and again until the fire has perfected purity... until the Forger's reflection shines in it!" -Guyon

"My grace is ALL you need. My power works best in weakness..." -2 Cor. 12:9

I guess that about sums things up for now. if you have time, I'd really like to hear how you are doing. If you have facebook, message me an update and any prayer requests. Also, I'd like to give a shout-out to my brother, Than, who just graduated from Liberty University! All hail the conquering graduate! And my brother Jake, who will be graduating from flight school this June! Black-hawk helicopter pilot extreme. Guys, I'm super proud of you. I LOVE YOU.

no turning back,
Lish

What a Waste

Philippians 3:7-8 "...Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all garbage, so that I could gain Christ and become one with him..."

*note: if you have a weak stomach or are easily offended, you may not want to read this entry, or maybe you should...

Upon coming to India, I came upon the realization that there's not many trash cans around this place but there's a lot of trash. I didn't grasp the full gratuity of this until I got here. Except for some of the major cities, there is no sanitation system. The backyard is at your disposal. Literally. Ok. I'll stop with the puns. Anyhow, early on while in Visak (another city), I peeled an orange and couldn't find a waste basket anywhere. Peel in hand, I walked out on the porch and looked around, helpless. To my right stood Syam's brother Danny. I held out the small orange peel with a questioning look-- he simply waved his hand past the balcony and raised his eyebrows as if to say, "Um, anywhere, duh." Somehow, I still didn't feel comfortable just throwing waste anywhere. Maybe it's those "$500 fine for littering" signs that pop up in the recesses of my mind. But this isn't America; this is India.

The open sewage draining or clogging with today's excrements. Wild dogs that wade through it looking for scraps. Men peeing into those same sewage drains in broad daylight. Fresh killed goat hanging by the hooks, still dripping as flies dart to and fro around it. Cow dung piled in the middle of the dusty road. A tractor plowing through that fresh pile leaving a blast of fumes. Trash piles burning mid-evening, faint smells of charcoal rising above the tin roof-tops. This place has an unparalleled authenticity.

Beyond the obvious physicality of this place, I've come to find a people's authentic faith shifting my own. Their hearts as an open wound, beating with every artery of strength, crying out to their Maker. When people ask for prayer here, they mean now. "Pray for me," isn't a flippant request as each goes his or her merry way. They will show you what pains them-- one lady after a village church service, pointed out her head, I touched her head, prayed for her. Then her stomach. I prayed again. Then her knee. And again, holding her knee, I prayed for healing. When a pastor calls for prayer, more than one voice rises. The entire crowd begins to pray, to cry out to the Lord. On their faces, bowing, weeping before God Almighty.

These are people of raw faith.

I think, maybe, in America we've become experts at hiding things. Yes, our sewage is underground where no stray dogs will swim through it (and don't get me wrong, for that I am thankful) but what about our faith? What about our spiritual heart? When pastors ask who wants to receive Christ, why do they command the audience to close their eyes and bow their heads? Should we hide our new-found faith because, gasp, someone might be looking? Didn't Paul say, "For I am not ashamed of this good news about Christ. It is the power of God at work, saving everyone who believes."  Every one of the disciples, excluding John, was martyred for their faith. If we can't even be bold enough to proclaim his name in front of a family of believers, how can we expect to live for him in the world, much less die for him-- if it came to that. Or when we ask, "Who wants prayer?" in typical American churches, maybe one or two, a handful at most, will step forward. Here, crowds bombard the front. There's been times when I'm just overwhelmed, thinking, "Lord, we need more help up here praying for these people. There are so many..."

Why is this? I think that fear may be crippling the American church far worse than the physical ailments of the people in India. Fear of what? Being found out? Guess what, we're all sinners in desperate need of a Savior. If we, the body, can't even come to grips with that basic foundation of our Christian faith, there's something deep within that remains unsettled.

And there the orange peels rots, out in the open.

*Comments welcome. I'm still working through this myself...

Updated Prayer Requests

Hey all, please continue to lift us up in prayer! It is needed to the max.
Love,
Alisha

Prayer Requests:
1)Jyothsna (pronounced "Josnah")- she is my dearest friend here, and a HUGE help to the Bandi's (taking care of the kids, cleaning, etc.) she is going to the hospital for her feet this week- they are extremely infected, the doctor here could do nothing for her and referred her to a skin specialist in Vijayawada (hospital about 45-60 min. away); please pray for healing, it is extremely painful for her to walk
2)Syam Bandi- his headaches/migraines have been getting worse- waking up with vomiting, etc; he also suffers from diabetes which could play a role in the headaches; pray for healing, strength, etc...
3)ANNUAL DAY- the end of the school year is THIS WEEK! which means the end of the school year program is this Sunday (4/17); please pray that many families, kids will be reached with the love of Christ through the drama; pray that the sound system would work, the kids would remember steps, Bobby and Nehemiah (two teachers helping act in it) would be confident on stage, ect.; mainly just pray that hearts would be touched by Jesus
4)Meetings/Outreaches-May- this is a huge month for outreach meetings in all the villages/towns around India, things are about to kick into full gear; pray for strength, energy for the many pastors, especially for Bryan Jackson, Syam and Isaac Bandi as they attend and preach at many of these, and that people would come to know Christ and believers would be encouraged in their faith
5)the Jacksons- last month another solid missionary family joined us here in India; Bryan & Mindy and their 5 kids: Ezekiel, Abigail, Shiloh, Micah and Samara (twins!); please pray for strong health, pray for smooth transitions, pray for favor and wisdom as Bryan and Mindy face new challenges on the mission field and new home of India; they are awesome.

April Fools!

...yesterday the neighborhood kids ran up to me after school.

"Alisha, akka, Alisha, akka!"

*me thinking, 'aww, how cute, they are happy to see me' (which was partly true, also for those of you wondering, "akka" means big sister).

Then one of youger ones, speaking Telugu in utmost sincerity, looks rather concerned and points to my head as one of the boys promptly translates for her, "Spider!"

I quickly brush the top of my head when they all burst into giggles, "April Fools!"

I guess this holiday is world renown. Even in Nuzvid. :)

Shooting Stars

"The only alternative to a desperate faith is despair; faith holds on and prevails." --selected

About a week or so ago I wandered out to the rooftop porch and laid down on my back, face to the night, gazing at the glittering sky. After a brief peaceful moment, Haddie, 7, and Sammy, 5, discovered my oasis and laid down on either side of me, an Alisha sandwich of sorts.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"
"Just looking for shooting stars."
"Can we join?"
"Sure."

All three of us peered at the vast black canopy above our small frames. About a minute went by...

"How long will it take?"
"Um, I'm not sure. Shooting stars are kinda unpredictable."
"Oh... let's pray for one."

I nodded as Haddie prayed rapid fire, "Dear God, please let us see a shooting star. Amen."

A couple more minutes, then-

"Why is God not answering us?"
"Maybe He wants to teach us something."
"Like what?"
"Faith?"

I'd like to say that at the moment we all beheld the most astounding shooting star, but it didn't happen. Haddie  got bored and ran back inside. Sammy started to fall asleep. Could God have given us one? Of course. Why He didn't, I don't know. Maybe he wanted to teach us faith. Or maybe He just wanted us to rest in his presence and let that be enough.

Lately at school, I've been bombarded with sticker requests. Literally dozens of kids surround me, outstretched hands, "Teacher, stickers!?" Since that fateful day of handing out those smileys, the kids assume I'm some sort of sticker slot machine. Because of this, I don't always give them out now, my sticker outflow has dwindled somewhat.

Actually, I'm ashamed to admit that sometimes I do the same thing with Abba. Asking him for things aren't necessarily bad, stickers are by no means a bad thing, but a realization struck me. I'd rather have these kids run over to me because they just like hanging out with me, rather than looking to get something from me all the time. I like to surprise them with stickers when they least expect it. Simply because. I think God wants the same of us. He wants us to run over to him simply to be with him, just to smile at him. He wants trusting hearts.

I admire Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego's response to Nebuchadnezzar, the fiery consequence looming black clouds in the backdrop, "If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God whom we serve is able to save us. He will rescue us from your power. But even if he doesn't, we want to make it clear to you, that we will never serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up."

EVEN IF HE DOESN'T...

We were born into a battle. I don't mean to sound trite, but life does't always make sense. Just today at the school's construction site, a brick wall toppled on several of the workers-- these guys are all in Bible training. Two of them are critically injured. There is more to this physical universe that meets the eye. "Finally brothers, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on God's armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies against the devil. For we are not fighting against flesh and blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities in the unseen world..." (Eph.6:10-12)Even when we don't understand things, our Abba simply requires us to trust. If only it was that simple. But maybe the more I knew his heart, the more I'd be able to respond like those three men of faith.

Shooting stars are falling whether we see them or not. In the meantime, I'll keep my gaze to the sky.

At a glance

"If you are going to live in radical obedience to Christ, we will need the church to do it. We will need to show one another how to give liberally, go urgently, and live dangerously..." -Radical, David Platt

So, a lot has been happening... too much to fill you all in on everything so I've decided to give you quick snapshots of life in one sentence summaries...

-new installation of "smartboards" at school calls for re-painting of several classrooms, I painted a life-size Tinkerbell flying in all her fairy glory- students love it!
-practicing a Bollywood dance with fellow teachers for the annual day, if sweat was collected, I'm pretty sure I'd fill one of the Great Lakes
-there's something about hopping on the back of motorcyle at a moment's notice and taking off down a dirt road, gets me every time- I really should consider buying one of those for my own use- I'd tear up the countryside, make my own Motorcycle Diaries of sorts
-dinnertime has become something like The Waltons and it's pretty much awesome- 8 kids, 5 adults, and a partridge in a peartree (maybe I should have said monkey in a mango tree?)
-prayer times with the Lord have been like wrestling matches lately...
-two episodes of vomited rice from Sammy in one day, I got to witness this first hand
-big brown pig crossing the road yesterday, clogged traffic for a solid minute
-orange sunsets have been looking more and more like sherbert in the summertime
-a cricket was jumping in the sink when a lizard came and ate it for snacktime, Micah (who's 3) and I had a discovery channel moment together
-after dinner coffee with great friends of faith equals awesome late night discussion
-pineapple tastes better in India, take my word for it, or don't- come here and try it for yourself

love and miss you guys,
Lish

Full Moon in the Afternoon

Well, pretty sure this covers my embarrassing moment for the month...

...At school, went for a normal run to the bathroom, unfortunately, I still haven't been able to get the door to lock...

Yep, you guessed it, mid-squat another teacher walked in on me, full moon brightly shining.

She stood there, shocked at the sight. I froze, unsure whether to pull up or turn around-- so I just made a small yelp sound "Eahhh"and criss-cross covered myself, very cartoon-like.

It's a good thing God blessed me with a sense of humor. Most of the teachers heard about the episode later that afternoon. Glad to provide a laugh...sorta. *sheepish grin

Where I Belong

*great song by Cory Asbury... (thanks Doug for letting me borrow your iPod and run down the battery) :) 


"Where I Belong"
Your presence is all I’m longing for here in the secret place
Your nearness is all I’m waiting for here in the quiet place, here in the secret place

My soul waits for you alone
Like the watchmen wait for dawn
Here I’ve finally found the place
Where we’ll meet, Lord, face to face

I’ve finally found where I belong, I’ve finally found where I belong, In Your presence
I’ve finally found where I belong, to be with You, to be with You

I am my Beloved’s and He is mine, so come into Your garden and take delight in me
Take delight in me (x2)

Delight in me, Delight in me
Delight in me, Delight in me

Here in Your presence, God, I find my rest
Here in Your presence, God.

it's simple. pray.

Hey guys,

Just wanted to send out a prayer need. The next two weeks Bethesda Integrated School is preparing for their annual day program-- an outdoor end of the year show of dance, speeches, music, etc... all 350 of the kids attend and all of those kids parents attend as well, so they've been emphasizing to me that it's a pretty big deal. I've been given the responsibility of preparing English speeches for the kids to memorize and a drama/dance/skit. (for my Springhill friends, it's kind of similar to end of the week big rally, only I'm pretty sure duct tape man won't make an appearance) Anyhow, if you could please pray for wisdom, creativity, and that hearts would be moved towards Christ. This is a great opportunity to reach many families!

I've chosen a song by David Crowder Band called "Birmingham (We are Safe)"--- from his latest album. (awesome song, actually, the whole album is solid, here's my little plug for DCB, check it out) Please pray that the love of Jesus would shine through it all. Thanks friends, it would mean so much.

Love love and love some more,
Lish

"Vijayawada Sound-off"

*in addition to teaching at Bethesda Integrated School, the Bandi's have given me multiple opportunites to speak and/or sing at meetings/churches, and now have asked me to write articles for their magazine which gets distributed all throughout India. Humbling privilege. I just wanted to remind my team of support- hey guys, we are doing this together. God is making His name famous throughout India. Please continue to pray. I love you and am so thankful for each of you. (the following is an article which will be published in the Love in Action Fellowship magazine describing a recent meeting in the city of Vijayawada)

"Vijayawada Sound-off"

The evening breeze drifted warm air across the crowds. Humidity clung as sweat rolled down the thousands of faces gathered. Despite the heat, still they came. This gathering was for one purpose, one cause; to see the name of Jesus Christ lifted high.

Vijayawada, set in the hillsides of southeast India, is a busy city filled with over one hundred thousand people.  Just the other day I was strolling the streets downtown observing the whir of activity that surrounded me. Beggars crouch, hunched over their mats, palms outstretched in hopes of a hand-out. Motorbikes zoom past, leaving trails of dust. Vendors shout the best prices for their latest gadgets. The harvest is ripe. What better place to come and proclaim the good news of Jesus Christ. That is precisely what LAF ministries set out to do, and that is exactly what was accomplished.

The evening kicked off with various singers. The message, the songs, all in praise to our Creator, were heard not only among the crowds gathered but also throughout the surrounding neighborhoods. The sound system proved strong throughout the night, resonating the music and message in clear tones. Perhaps too clear…

Near the end of the evening, while Anil Kant and his daughter were performing, flashing blue lights outside the grounds approached. The police drove up and demanded we minimize the volume. We had sound permits, but apparently these men wanted to prove their own authority. Not wanting to cause a scene or disrupt the meeting, knobs turned and the volume adjusted. But as soon as they drove away, the volume was turned right back to its previous volume.

We will not keep silent.

The police swiftly turned around and reprimanded us again. We complied. They left. We turned the music back up.

We will not back down.

It went on like this for about the last 20 minutes of the program. Down, up, down, up. A tug-of-war battle of sound. Even so, nothing could keep us from proclaiming the good news of Christ.

Paul says in Romans that those who follow Christ will face persecution. There is no “if you face persecution,” only a promise that we will face it. When you face persecution, stand strong. The Vijayawada program set out to make the name of Jesus known throughout the city and despite many obstacles, despite sound restrictions, despite the heat, The Love in Action Fellowship stood its ground and will continue to keep fighting the good fight of faith. We are more than conquerors through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Let’s press on together. 

the girl in the bright pink dress

The bright pink dress caught my eye as she peeked around the shambled hut. I’m not sure what it was, an outhouse, an old shed maybe, either way it doesn’t really matter. What caught my attention was this shy girl staring dead straight at me with those dark brown, almond eyes. I waved a friendly hand and smiled. Usually this simple gesture draws many kids right to me. Fascinated by my light skin and brown hair they grab my hand and shake it, or reach up to pinch my cheek, always bombarding me with questions, “What is your name? Where country are you from? Do you like India?”  As we drew closer, I waited for her similar eager response. Nothing.  And then to my surprise, she recoiled.

Puzzled by this reaction, and feeling a small tinge of rejection,  I ventured forward, following my group. Squinting my eyes in the bright sun, I looked down at the path, uneven with stones, my flip flops kicking up dust. Then it occurred to me.

How was it for Jesus, walking this earth, coming face to face with his very creations, yet having them reject him. Recoil from him. I cannot even begin to fathom the compassion he felt towards them and still feels towards us. These were his children, the very work of his hands. The very life he breathed into existence. The beautifully intricate designs he sculpted, painted, and primed for his love. Rejecting him. Spitting upon him. Mocking him. "Then Pilate had Jesus flogged with a lead-tipped whip. The soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and they put a purple robe on him. 'Hail, King of the Jews!' they mocked and slapped him across the face..." (John 19:1)

How many times do we still do this?

The hungry guy along the side of the road. The neighbor we know having marriage problems. The friend needing a listening ear. Do we even see them? Or do we continue to slap him across the face because we need to rush to our next meeting. Hurry through the drive-thru. Ignore the call because there’s far more “important” things to do.  I’ve heard it said that the opposite of love is not hate, but selfishness. Whether you're from America, India, wearing a bright pink dress or a turban, we are all marked by his fingerprints.

I’m not trying to simplify a solution. I don’t have this all worked out, nor am I even close to getting this love like Jesus thing down, but that girl along the village road made me wonder. Do I realize who I am coming face to face with each day? 

Oh, Lord, let me not pass you by.

"Then a despised Samaritan came along and when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds..." Luke 11:33-34

Who is God to you?

*In a land home to thousands of "gods", I thought it would be interesting to find out the students thoughts on this and help me better understand their perspective. In a class of 12, one student wrote about Jesus. Encouraged by his words, thought I'd pass it along in hopes it may encourage you...

Q: Who is God to you?

"I love my God because my God gave everything. If I do prayer, he gives ear. He is only my life. My God's name is Jesus. I like my Jesus. He was born on December 25th. After he died they kept in some den and they close the door. In 3rd day, my Jesus came from den for we know that our God is very great. I will go to church. I will sing God songs. I will read Bible. If I died, I will go to heaven and also God will be with me. Thank you, Alisha mad'am, for giving God's topic."
-Jadam Raviteja, 6th class

*please pray for these kids to come to know Jesus and his love for each of them

I kicked it's bum...

*last week I had the 6th and 7th graders write a story about an animal encounter... the following two stories are keepers

"Once when I am seeing a TV, I saw a man riding a horse. I came outside and saw a water buffalow. I thought that, I can ride on a buffalow! I sat on it and kicked its bum with sticks (it was tethered to a post). When I kicked it, it take me a ride around the post very fastly and threw me down (showing me stars in morning). I got a hurt. Then I thought, we can ride on a horse, but not a buffalow..."
-Dileep, 7th class

"Once I went to a village. There I saw a cute puppy. Its name is Snowfie. It was so pure white and looks very cute. When I hold the dog it pour toilet on me. Then I got angry..."
-RoseLeena, 7th class

Thumbs Up

Mumbai. 

Just spent the last 3 days in this vast, over-populated, heart-pounding city. Sometimes I wish I could keep a scrolling camera rolling for all of you to see and experience everything right along with me. Better yet, fly you over here so you could share the journey with me in person. But if there's one moment to share in the many dazzling pictures exposed thus far, the one I'm about to describe would be it.

...we piled in the compact car, all 6 of us. The more the merrier- must be India's transportation motto. Thankful I'm not one classified as claustrophobic. It was around 11pm at night, but this city spins like a scratched techno song stuck mid-beat. Zooming in heavy traffic, cell phones vibrate, beeping taxi cars on alert, I squished my face against the window- streetlights illuminated my wide-eyed wonderment. We were on our way to visit Pastor Isaiah's home. I had no idea what to expect.

Let me rewind a few scenes. The meetings in Mumbai were over. Every evening for the past three nights, large crowds gathered to hear music, a message, and hopefully encounter Christ for the first time. Many believers attended and were encouraged in the faith. Many Hindus wandered in from the nearby markets and were stirred. It's hard to describe how God moves with such limited vocabulary but from a foreigners perspective, it's not so much about the words (I do not understand Telugu or Hindi)-- it's a constant state of observation.  The way they raise their hands in desperation, the way the women bow, covering their heads in respect during prayer, the way they serve one another, withholding nothing. Their unhindered devotion speaks far louder.

One such woman served us, the team, dinner after the services each evening. As she graciously heaped rice and curries upon our tin plates, she never stopped smiling. This was no half-hearted smile, but one beaming display of pearls. At first I thought she was just super nervous. But she conducted herself with confidence. Then I thought maybe she was just inexplicably, stupidly happy. But her actions were deeper than that. At one point, I almost wanted to shake her and say, "Woman, give those cheeks a rest!" Instead I found myself shaking my head at the foolish thought, pressed my hands together as customary and verbalized a sincere, "Thank you, sister," then followed the others as we piled into the car...

After a few quick turns we slowed down a dark street. My stomach somersaulted. Where were we? Finally the car pulled to a stop. Car doors swung opened. Stretching my cramped legs, I stood up to find myself in Mumbai's slums. Wait, this is where the pastor lived?

Previously on "Streets of Mumbai" (sorry, I couldn't resist) anyhow, the first day I met Pastor Isaiah he shared his testimony with me. One of my favorite things to do when I meet fellow believers here is to ask them their testimony. Even if they speak little English, they recognize that word and light up at the prospect of sharing their story of how they came to know Jesus. I knew he had suffered much, moving to Mumbai and church planting is by no means, an easy task, but coming to live in the slums? Somehow I missed that part.

Following the others we wandered through the narrow corridors, careful to watch my step as to not fall into the open sewage drain directly below the flat stones that balanced my frame. Stray cats licked their paws. Low-lit television sets flickered dim, linen bed sheets hung in doorways swayed. The smell of pee interlaced with spices and chai wafted through the air. The narrow maze finally led us to a low door-frame and a warm light within. We arrived and who was there to greet us other than- yes, smiley herself.

This woman was Pastor Isaiah's wife.

With that beaming grin she invited us inside their home. No bigger than a large walk-in closet, it housed one twin size bed, a mini-fridge, a tall cabinet of dishes above a camping stove, and square sink basin for washing to the immediate left of the door. She extended her hands, ushering us to the bed to sit and rest. Then in one quick movement she had out glass cups and a two-liter bottle of Thumbs Up, aka cola. "Cool drinks" such as soda are a prized treat in India. To be offered a cool drink is a generous gift. And here she was, extending to us out of the little that she had, the ultimate gesture of hospitality.

I find myself, even now, ashamed, humbled, speechless.

This woman portrays a joy so brilliant, so beautiful I sat there on that small twin bed blinking away hot tears at  the sight of it. Like staring into a bright sunrise over the ocean, her expression, her demeanor too much for my limited vision. I have experienced the joy of knowing Christ, yes, but I long and pray that one day I may illuminate the depth of joyful beauty within that this woman does. She was drenched in His light.

"Now I want you to know, dear brothers and sisters, what God is his kindness has done through the churches... they are being tested by many troubles, and they are very poor, but they are also filled with ABUNDANT JOY, which has overflowed in rich generosity... you know the generous grace of our Lord Jesus Christ. Though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that by his poverty he could make you rich." 2 Corinthians 8:1-2, 9

Nothing is everything

"It does seem strange that such unnumbered multitudes should bloom in the wild places of the earth where perhaps nobody ever sees them and the goats and cattle can walk over them and crush them to death. They have so much beauty and sweetness to give..."
-Hinds Feet in High Places

*several weeks ago I had the privilege of sharing my testimony at a small church about 45 minutes outside of Nuzvid, the following are some swirling thoughts encompassing that experience*

BROKENNESS.

Often I find myself overwhelmed at the poverty here-- I've encountered gripping scenes of homelessness in Chicago and various cities, but nothing compared to what surrounds me here. Even homes that are supposedly "nice" have next to nothing. Grass-roofed homes with one room, maybe a bed frame with an old, dirty mattress. Stained linens. Little to no electricity. These people are the poorest of the poor, yet here they sit, joyfully singing, attending church with contented, beaming smiles on their faces.  Puts American Christianity to utter shame... myself included.

Syam and Melody asked me to share a brief testimony at the church, but as we drove through the ravaged land, passing mud huts and countless canvas tents and pulled up to a half-finished white cement slab, the only thing I could think was, how can I possibly share? What do I have to say that will possibly encourage these people?

The thing is, these people, I feel, know him in far deeper ways than I do. They should be the ones sharing their testimonies with me. In American churches, we may look like we have "everything"-- air conditioning. Awesome bands. Nice coffee shops. Yet, we are the ones with little. These people have seemingly "nothing," but they are the ones that truly have it all. Their reverence, humility, and genuine faith inspires and challenges my own. They know Jesus because he is literally, everything.

"Then the Lord said to him, 'You Pharisees are so careful to clean the outside of the cup and the dish, but inside you are filthy- full of greed and wickedness! Fools! Didn't God make the inside as well as the outside? So clean the inside..." Luke 11:39-40

"How big is your heart, mad'am?"

...I wandered up to the 2nd floor of the school. The bright outdoor walkway led me to the very last classroom. Poking my head through the doorway I found myself face to face with... one student. Due to doubling up of grades and their desire to expose as many children as possible to a native English speaker/teacher, my usual classes contain anywhere from 50-60 kids. But that's younger children. The upper classes have fewer kids and on this particular day, the only other 7th grader was absent. This left me 45 minutes to spend with one, very tall 7th grader-- Dileep.

On that particular day I was covering for the science teacher, so I was to help him with anything he didn't understand. Science isn't exactly my strong subject, but as long as he had his book, I was willing to assist him with anything he needed. After simple introductions, he told me he would just study. Simple enough. I sat back and pulled out a notebook. The overhead fan whirred. After about five minutes of silence I decided to check up on him-

"Dileep, you doing ok?"
"What, mad'am?"
"...you... understand your science?"
"Yes, mad'am."

More silence. Cool. Well, I guess I'll just sit here some more. But I couldn't just sit there-

"You have brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, mad'am, one sister."
"Very nice... I have two brothers."

He just smiled politely. Probably wished I would just keep quiet so he could study. However, when I am in the presence of another human being, I find myself wanting to dive into their infinitely complex mind and explore the exquisite coral reef of who they are and what makes them come alive-

"What do you want to do after school?"

A blank stare.

"What do you... what is your goal in life?"
"What is my aim?"
"Yes! What is your aim?"
"I would like to become a pilot."
"No way, my brother is a pilot! He flies helicopters."
"Helicopters? Nice. I like too."
"Maybe someday when you are a pilot, you take me up in the sky for a ride?"

Dileep grinned and nodded emphatic. Bonding moment success! Deciding to bother him no further, I left him to his studies when he looked up, sincere, and asked-

"How big is your heart, mad'am?"

My heart? How big is my heart? I'm sure the confused look on my face gave me away because he stood up, approached me with his science book, and pointed to the diagram of a human heart.

"Oooh...um...I think it's about the size of your fist, maybe a little smaller."

I lifted my fist to demonstrate and he did the same against his chest. Then with another smile and nod, he sat back in his chair-

"Thank you, mam."

I smiled and nodded, but the only thing I could think about was that profoundly simple question, "How big is your heart?"

"God showed us how much he loved us by sending his one and only son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love- not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins. Dear friends, since God loved us that much, we should love each other."
1 John 4:9-11a


*The past few weeks have been some of the most strenuous yet some of the most beautiful times of my entire life. I wish I could share with all of you every shining moment but internet access is limited. I hope these short stories paint you colorful word pictures of life in this foreign land and suffice for the time being. My heart and prayers are with you.

Love,
Alisha

If you could become any animal...

So the other day for about fifty 1st graders I had them fill out a simple worksheet.
It read: IF I COULD BECOME ANY ANIMAL I WOULD BECOME A _________________.
I WOULD BECOME THIS BECAUSE ____________________.

Here is a small sample of some of their answers that I found amusing. Enjoy!

If I could become any animal I would become a...

 "...bear and a rabbet because they be strong."

"...an elephant because it is big and its nose is a straw."

"...a fish because I like fish and dolfish."

"...a rat because it eats whatever it wants and farts."

"...a deer because it runs fast and it will not byte."

"...a parrot because it is green and it will fly."

"...a tiger because I like that it bites and has ziggy stripes."

"...a penguin because it is our national bird."

"...a cheetah because it will run very fastly."

"...a giraffe becos it is very tall and its neak is very thin."

"...a fishfly because I like water and land."

"...a dragon because I like that animal and can breath fire."

"...a butterfly because it is very buttiful."

I will waste my life

*currently listening to Misty Edwards-- if haven't heard of her, go download some of her stuff on iTunes right now :)

"I will waste my life"

I will waste my life
And I'll be tested and tried
With no regrets inside of me
Just to find I'm at your feet

I leave my father's house and
I'll leave my mother
I'll leave all I have known
And I'll have no other

For I am in love with you
And there is no cost
I am in love with you
and there is no loss
I am in love with you
I wanna take your name, Jesus
I wanna cling to you, Jesus

Everyone really does have a water buffalo!

I've been living in India for a little over a month now. For those of you interested, here are some of my simple observations...

1) Dear Caterpillar family, due to the nasty rash all over my left arm bestowed upon me by your kind relatives, you just lost 10 points on my list of cute, fuzzy things.

2) Everyone really does have a water buffalo! Thanks, Larry.

3) The Chai here is seriously awesome. Sorry, Starbucks, I'm gonna have to tip my visor to the shack on the corner.

4) In America, everyone adds sugar to everything; everyone here adds spice-- this does not exclude "cream of wheat" and a wide variety of other breakfasty foods...

5) Due to #4, bottled water is my new best friend. *hug*

6) Jumping rope is an excellent way to make 10 new neighborhood friends... all under the age of 10.

7)  If at first you don't understand, smiling and nodding works pretty great-- unless of course you just ate and they asked you over for dinner.

8) Due to the convenience of toilet holes, I've gotten really good at squats. Billy Blanks would be proud.

9) When attending outdoor functions at night, using mosquito repellent on your feet might save you more than Geico.

10) Eating a raw chili whole will not put a hole in your stomach-- but the next morning it may induce an involuntary cleanse.

11) Rice in the morning, rice at noontime, rice at supper time! If rice is on a tin plate, you can eat rice most anytime!

12) For some odd reason, watching commercials in Telugu is very entertaining.

13) Splish-splash I'm taking a bath... bucket style, baby. Captain Planet, this ones for you.

14) Driving through the streets of India is like living one of those intense Nascar racing video games. Only you don't lost points for hitting cows, stray dogs, or wild monkeys. You simply honk, hope for the best, and dodge the man pedaling his coconut bicycle.

15) Hey, wasn't there 5 chickens in the coop this morning... pass me another drum-stick, will you?

Prayer Needs!!

Hey, friends!
Since I've been here about a month now, I've got a bit of a handle on how you all can start praying specifically for the school and the people here. Below is a short list I've compiled. Please, please pray for us here. I miss you guys and appreciate you with all my heart.

Bethesda Integrated School- (this is where I am currently teaching English and other assorted classes)
1) PROVISION: they have several busses that they use but the maintenance/upkeep of each is expensive, about $3000 (US dollars) a month; please pray that God would provide the funds
2) ENROLLMENT: there are 6 other schools that are being built/coming to Nuzvid which makes the competition for enrollment fierce; please pray that God will flood this school with kids and the enrollment stays high; they are a non-profit school thus making it difficult to compete with the new, government funded schools that are coming
3) WISDOM: Melody and Syam Bandi are the founders of the school and the gracious family I am living with- please pray that God would continue to provide for them with wisdom regarding important decisions; they are considering getting new interactive white boards for the teachers/students to use and improve teaching methods-- provision of funding is crucial
4) NEW FACILITIES: they are currently building new classrooms to extend to the 8th grade level, please pray the construction workers would be diligent in their work and the buildings would be finished quickly and efficiently
5) OUTREACHES: many big evangelistic outreaches are coming up, one in Mumbai (which I will be attending!), Vijayawada, and various other cities-- pray that the gospel of Christ would be proclaimed effectively and many would come to know Jesus and his great love

Print this out and stick it on your fridge if you have to. Or just cut out one and pray for it daily! Thank you for being the hands and feet of Christ! Let's do this.

Grace and love,
Lish

the never-ending staircase

Each day in this strange, wonderful place is like climbing a never-ending staircase. I can only take one step at a time, slowly. Yet I feel it, the strain, in my every muscle- especially my heart.

I think I'm only beginning to understand why people here do not see many tourists in this town-- this place is tough. Every emotion, every mental capacity, every physical sensory is bombarded. The spiritual battle rages... I see it in the faces of the street vendors selling their salvaged crop. The face of the frail boy falling asleep under the blue canvas. The rotting gods caged in their paint-chipped shrines. The dusty roads laden with slow-moving oxen. The trash-infused, open sewage drain. Who would want to visit here? Who would love such a place? Jesus would and does...

This place is me.

"... the Father himself loves you dearly...Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows, but take heart! I have overcome the world...This is the way to eternal life- to know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, the one you sent to earth..." -John 16:32-17:1-3 (various)

a Rupee story

*excerpt from a 4th grade boy's story, writing class*

"...when I am little one time I swullowed one rupee. my mom and dad take me to the hospitul but it was too late. later it came out in the bathrum and I am glad to have one rupee again..."

I love these kids!

One small smiley sticker= HUGE GRINS

(1.24.11)

...first day at Bethesda Integrated School. The science teacher is absent this week and so they had me step in and quiz the kids in preparation for exams. I visited all the different classes from 2nd-7th and quizzed them on everything from atmosphere to oxygen to using less bucket water?! I was quick to determine a couple things. A) Learning 300 plus childrens' names all in a form of Indian verbose could rival many medical exams. But I'm up for the challenge... I hope, and B) These kids are some of the most beautiful spectrum of God's creativity I have ever beheld.

Most of them are over-eager to answer questions. Their enthusiasm for being the next to answer a question is parallel to enthusiasm on Christmas morning and being next to open a present- no lie. I brought a small book of stickers from America and busted them out at one point for correct answers. Even just one small smiley face or one small star made these kids grin from ear to ear. They would stick in on their notebook and proudly display it to all their friends as if I had just given them the ultimate gift. Even the 6th and 7th graders-- like I had just given them a brand new iPod... or better. One. Small. Sticker.

The kids are super curious about me-- bombarding me with questions about where I'm from, etc. The boys wanted to talk sports, well, cricket mainly, but a few did question me about football. (Go Packers!) Some wanted my autograph simply because I am from America. One boy proceeded to tell me about his dad who is a doctor in Saudi Arabia. The girls are absolutely precious and inquisitive about everything from my earrings to my notebooks. All with braids and red Hindu dots and big, almond brown eyes. One of them pinched my cheek after I told her my name. Startled me a bit, but I just smiled. Found out later this means, "I like you" or "I love you." The kaleidescope twirls...

a walk through the garden

(1.22.11)

Later on, in the cool of the evening, Melody, Syam's wife, took me on a tour of the grounds. The church is directly below the house. A long, oval shaped sanctuary with wide open windows. Behind it, the gardens. This is where most of their food is grown. Bright, purple eggplants. Large banana and plantain trees. Ripe, baby tomatoes. A stone well.  As we toured the garden, Melody's daughter Hadi began to tug on a thick vine. Melody immediately chided, "No, Hadi, it you break the vine, the rest of the plant will die." Right away the verse in John 15 was brought to mind, "I am the vine, you are the branches, remain in me as I remain in you..." That verse came to life in a new light. Scripture breathed before me in a living analogy...

The food hasn't really been that much of an adjustment... or maybe they've been taking it easy on me and not making things quite so spicy. Either way, learning to eat with my hands has been challenging yet almost fun. It's like every kids' dream come true- you mean we don't have to use silverware! Awesome. It's a little bit like Never-never land around here. You know the scene from Hook where all the Lost Boys are around the table teaching Pan how to use his imagination and eat. That's a little bit how I feel, out of place, but learning to adapt quickly...

Monkeys, wild dogs, and cows, oh my!

Well, friends, I've made it. India in all its splendor at my very doorstep. Thank you all for your prayers and support. This trip is a joint-venture and I hope you experience the joy right along with me!

Can't believe it's been a week already. I feel as though I've learned more this one week than I have in the past several months. I'd describe it best as being the Karate Kid, encountering the Cobra Kai for the first time. It's been challenging mentally, emotionally, spiritually.And beaten me up even physically- about 20 new mosquito bites around my feet. And just yesterday around midnight spent about 4 hours bouncing between the toilet and nearby bucket. Worst bout of vomiting and "the motions" I've ever experienced in my life. Not sure what from, but it doesn't matter. I echo Paul in Phil. 3:8-9 when he exclaims, "Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the infinite value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For His sake I have discarded everything else, counting it all garbage, so I could gain Christ and become one with him..." Thankful to have the Lord as my patient teacher and faithful friend.

*the following are excerpts from various journal entries

(1.22.11)
India, I am here. Stepping off the plane into the Hyderabad airport was strangely calm, but then again, it was 2:50 in the morning. My first reality check was stopping to use the bathroom. A porcelain hole in the ground, no TP, and a basin next to it. (thanks to those of you who forewarned me of this, my stash of Kleenex is coming in good use!) Once through customs I proceeded to claim luggage and out to find Syam Bandi who would drive me to Nuzvid. For a fraction of a second I did not see him anywhere, actually made it all the way to the curb where taxi drivers began to approach me and I had to shoo them away. My heart panicked a beat. What if they don't come? What if they got stuck in traffic? What if... and then, "Alisha?!" I turned and saw Syam and his two friends. Never been more relieved to see the wide, friendly smile of my new acquaintance.

We piled into the van and began our 7 hour journey to Nuzvid and my new home for the next 6 months. The country-side was lush yet I've never seen a more devastated land.... shacks of straw huts for neighborhoods. Women sweeping dust porches with wooden brooms. Stray dogs darting across the road. Men smoking pipes. Abandoned concrete establishments. Wild monkeys skip along the gravel. Road-side fires burning rubbish. (Dad, you might want to skip ahead this next part) All the while we went close to 100mph the entire trip, unless of course we had to slow for trucks. We weaved like crazy teenagers looking for a thrill, only this was no joy-ride, this was the norm. Fast and Furious, scene set: India. We played chicken countless times. Beeping was the name of the game. Thank the Lord for the invention of the car horn. (Ok, dad, you can read again)

The city of Nuzvid itself is busy, over-crowded, similar in nature to the above, yet there is a trace of what feels almost like a beach-town, campsite. Tall palm trees loom, dark blue crows perch, monkeys call and fire smoke from distant burning wafts spices and sweat through the humid air.

I am very blessed by the Bandi's already. Their hospitality unlike any I have known. In the crazy van-ride Syam was telling me about the Love in Action Fellowship's ministry and his heart behind it. He said, "This is not my ministry, it is the Lord's work..."