Jagdish and little updates

Please pray for Jagdish.  One by one her relatives - nani, nana, mama, bhra, friends -  are calling her from India, petitioning, begging, pleading with her to leave this “new god” of hers!  Her oldest son is in a hospital in India, in critical condition.  Because all medical exams  and scans show nothing is wrong, “Clearly,  it must be a curse!  ‘Your babaji’-god,  is angry with you because you left ‘him’ for this god you are now serving,  you must cook some food and appease him now! Otherwise your son could die!”  Sounds like “Jobs false comforters.”  Jagdish told us later, “I have never fed that babaji before, why would I feed him now?  If I make him food, it will just sit there and rot and I never understood that as a child."  She seems solid for Jehovah (although with tears. . . she read the entire book of Psalms in just a few days . . . ) , but man, is Satan working OT!  It’s a complicated story, but in a nutshell, she must go to India, like, right now- yesterday!  But her sick son in India told her, “Mum, please bring my little brother,” who is here in The PI, and his papers are taking a little longer to process.  So Jehovah willing, which we don’t really know what His Will is yet, she and her son will be on their way to India in less than 2 weeks.  Please pray!

Hanging out with some very fun International Volunteers from Australia.  The Korean brother told us about the 30 months he served in prison as a conscientious objector 10 years ago.  All I can say is wow! We got nothing to complain about, ever!  He read the entire bible in 21 days which we thought was the record until he confirmed that another brother read it in 5 days!  Super awesome brother.  He prayed  and dreamt about "white cream cake, " and yeah, sometimes Jehovah does grant us "fluff wishes," deba?  

Damage left from the storm - this is where we have our public witnessing table.    

BSCC graduation - the last one eh? (!) cuz the  next one will be SKE! hmmmm, 

me and a sister from Australia. Reetu attended too. Super encouraged. 

One instructor said, "Don't tell your god how big your troubles are, tell your troubles how big your God is!" 

What do you do when there is no door to knock on?  No doorbell to ring?  They live on the 2nd floor.  

YOU YELL! 

Sometimes the neighborhood boys will come out and do the yelling for us.  

So cute!