What Holy Looks Like

Sanjay Gaikwad is a holy man. We’ve been privileged to walk in his presence for the last couple of days. He has welcomed us to his home twice. He has fueled us with Spirit food and a little, well-prepared body food. His wife, Surekha, and his 18 year old daughter, Anugra, as well as his 87 year old father, David, made us feel useful, needed, and on target as we ministered to Christians and Hindus alike. It’s just like the Spirit to select the humble few, the demonstrably poor, to encourage and give to we, as strangers in the land, generously.



We’ve presented four times to varying size groups in the past two days. We’ve labored with power point and flowed with Power. Both Bethyl and I have felt like we were with our friend Meg in her polished wooden log, with glowing interior corridors and shiny handrails, as we were guided down the river of life by a powerful but unseen Current. We grieve for Meg’s physical absence with us as we journey; we celebrate Meg’s visceral presence with her Saviour face to face. Her honest, in the moment, in your face, presence informs and weaves itself through our walking and talking. Thank you Spirit of God for her influence in our ministry here, now, India.