Humbled by the man’s story

Found a post at Brant Hansen’s blog, Letters From Kamp Krusty, titled In the Cubicle Next Door. It is a story of a Hindu named Kumar whom Christ draws to Him. Kumar is, for all intents and purposes, disowned by his family because of his confession of faith in Christ. He moves to America, gets a tech job, and joins a Willow Creek type of church. Years later, he takes a vacation to India and goes door to door telling people about Jesus. The first day, forty-five people became Jesus followers. From Kumar’s vacation trips over the next seven years, with little funding, India has seen 100,000 conversions, shelters for children with AIDs, shelters for little girls rescued from prostitution. And so much more. Kumar is a humble man. Following is a quote from this ‘must read’ post:

We sit at our table in our hotel room, and Kumar starts laughing. I laugh, too! — and then, I realize, he’s not laughing. He’s crying, and he can’t speak.

“So many have died…”

Who has died?

“So many of our pastors, so many of our people…”

I look at Woody, who knows the stories, and he bites his lip and nods.

“They are beaten to death, they are killed, because they are talking about Jesus. It happens all the time in India, but the country is very concerned about image, very concerned about foreign investment, they pretend it doesn’t happen.

“They are the reason this growth has happened. Their blood. I ask God, ‘Why do you let this happen to these people who love you?’ They have nothing. Our pastors are not paid. There is no money. But I realized, God is releasing them, at last. They have nothing, they are beaten, they are hungry, they live on the ground, in the streets, and God finally releases them to go home.”

Pause. And I can’t talk, either.

Neither do I have words…………..