The MAF Blog: Worldwide Pulse

Amrit’s House

Posted on: October 22nd, 2014 by Jim Manley  |  Leave a comment

Amrit’s neighborhood, uncrowded on a Sunday morning.

Amrit’s neighborhood, uncrowded on a Sunday morning.

Ajay, our guide, led Regina and me down an alley in New Delhi, India. The Sunday morning air carried typical India smog in a narrow ribbon of sky above. We stopped, pushed open a narrow wooden door on the left, and entered a small courtyard. Singing, punctuated with drum and tambourine, poured from an open doorway within. We removed our sandals and walked into a room the size of a small, one-car garage. A couple dozen people sat on floor mats—men on the right, women on the left, kids clustered near the front. A few gawked. Most continued clapping and singing.

Part of the congregation that meets regularly in Amrit’s house.

Part of the congregation that meets regularly in Amrit’s house.

Most women cover their heads during prayer time.

Most women cover their heads during prayer time.

Amrit tells the story of the Samaritin woman at the well.

Amrit tells the story of the Samaritin woman at the well.

More songs. Some testimonies. Kids recited memory verses. Another song. Then a small, wiry woman stood. High energy with intense bright eyes, Amrit was quick to smile. Delivered from mental oppression when she met Jesus, she and her husband entered the ministry. When he passed away, she agreed to take up the pastor’s mantle for the congregation meeting in their home.

Standing before the group, pointing frequently to a hand drawing pinned to a red curtain, she told the story of the Samaritan woman’s well-side encounter with Jesus, then taught about implications. Forty minutes later Amrit invited Regina to tell a story. Regina chose, instead, to ask questions about the story they just heard. Most leaned in, attentive eyes forward. They answered. They laughed. They shared. They immersed themselves in God’s Word.

Amrit’s apartment is more church than private home. The congregation meets in the main space. Her bed, couch, and coffee table crowd a smaller room. A paper-plate making machine fills the kitchen-dining area. Proceeds from selling its output fund ministry outreach. Like so many Indian believers, Amrit’s response to Jesus is to jump in—all the way.

###

Jim and Regina Manley

Jim and Regina Manley

Jim & Regina Manley just returned from a three-week ministry trip to India. They, along with two other MAF staff, conducted Bible Storytelling and Discussion workshops as well as technical training for three different Indian ministries. Click here to read more about MAF working in India.

Leave a comment »

He Brings Me Through Trials

Posted on: October 20th, 2014 by Rebecca Cannon  |  4 Comments

Our family returned to Indonesia just three weeks ago after a nice furlough time in the United States. I’m not going to lie. It’s been a rough transition back to life in Central Borneo.

We arrived back to our city of Palangkaraya at just the wrong time—smoky season is in full swing. This is the ugliest… [Read full post.]

4 comments

12 Things I Would Tell My Younger Self

Posted on: October 13th, 2014 by Rebecca Hopkins  |  12 Comments

I’m about to enter my tenth year of life in Indonesia and it’s making me feel a bit nostalgic for those early, sweaty, confusing, exciting days when I first came here. But then I remember how… [Read full post.]

12 comments

Beautiful Potential

Posted on: October 8th, 2014 by Nancy Burton  |  Leave a comment

Walking through my yard recently, I was surprised to see what looked like a flower bud shooting up from my aloe vera plant. I had grown aloe indoors and out many times and had never seen one produce a flower.

I did a little research and learned… [Read full post.]

Leave a comment »

Pressing On Through the Hard Things

Posted on: October 6th, 2014 by Natalie Holsten  |  2 Comments

“Mom, I just can’t do it!” my son Luke cried out in frustration as he handed me his notebook, Indonesian Bible verses scrawled across the page. His assignment to memorize these verses had overwhelmed him to the point of tears.

I felt his pain. Flashbacks to language school—having to memorize… [Read full post.]

2 comments