OK, the day has finally arrived for the trip to India. Months of preparation and prayer have culminated on this day. We have a team of 10 going to teach rural Indian villages about clean water and hygeniene. This will be done in partnership with local churches in India. We will also get the opportunity to share the Gospel as part of our presentation. At the end of the week, 4 of us will be leading a disciple-making conference for pastors, evangelists and staff of the churches we have been partnering with all week.
There has already been a small hiccup. A little history first. Every trip so far that either my wife or have taken has resulted in the car going into the shop. Just a feeble attempt by the enemy to steal any peace the person staying at home would have about being a single parent for a week. So as I get the minivan, my wife tells me the brakes have been a little sluggish. That was an understatement. I nearly had to put my foot to the firewall to get the van to stop. I start thinking "do we have the money in savings to get the brakes replaced", how my wife needs to get the car to the shop, etc. I take a deep breath and remember we have some brake fluid in the van. I stop and fill up the master cylinder and start driving. About 10 minutes later, I step on the brake pedal and it is firm again. Praise God for little reminders of his sovereignty before I even step on the plane.
We get to the airport and the kids are terrific, no tantrums or anything other than my daughter not wanting to get her picture taken. After prayers and long hugs, the wife and kids leave and it is time for the two day trip to the other side of the world.
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