I am sitting in a church in Bangalore.  This church is the ‘home base’ for the children’s homes and local churches we have been visiting in our travels.  The church is on the second floor of a building in a downtown area, a midsized open space with imitation wood floors and a low stage built at one end.  A wooden cross graces the wall behind the stage.  Rays of light are painted on the wall emanating from the cross, with the names of God – “Alpha and Omega, Jehovah, Savior, etc” written across the beams.

5:40 AM local time.  On a bus in Coimbatore, on our way to a tribal pastors conference.  The drive is 4-5 hours to go 60 miles into the jungle, so I have time to catch up on yesterday’s happenings. 
 

 End of second full day in India.  We had a scare at the bed and breakfast this morning when the owner questioned me about our purposes in the region and where we went last night.  Apparently my answers did not satisfy him he subsequently questioned our Indian guide and the atmosphere became very tense.  We were concerned that he was going to report us to the authorities, and left as quickly as we could. 
 

 One day, I was praying in my office, which has a view of a field and the mountains.  I had my bible open to Matthew Chapter 10, where Jesus is sending out His disciples.  I read the passage bit by bit, and paced around my office looking out the windows. As I thought about the fears I struggled with, a flock of sparrows landed in a tree in my view, as if on cue.