Reflections of a Compassion Traveller – Day Three

Reflections I still can’t get over what we’ve experienced in producing Reflections of a Compassion Traveller. Until I turned 10 I lived in a culture that believed the existence of higher powers or gods inhabited carved figurines (plated with gold even) and were to be worshiped.

Now that I’ve come to know the Lord, I realise how heartbreaking it must be for Him to see His creation turn to other gods. I also realise just how loving, patient and faithful He is to have pursued me in spite of my past disobedience.

I find it difficult to imagine myself living in a world where I would be publicly persecuted for believing in or proclaiming the Truth. Paul states in Romans 8:38-39 that nothing would separate us from the love of God that is in Jesus Christ our Lord. I wholeheartedly believe that.

But it does make me wonder … If I knew Christ, only to enter into circumstances which threaten my expression of faith, would I shake hands with the convenient half-truths, the counterfeits, the prince of the power of the air? Would I be a Daniel?

As Mel shared in the day two post, religious violence is very real in some parts of the world. It’s obvious enough that Satan is at work to confine the development of the innocent children – our future generations. But let that threat not stop us from reaching out. Instead, I pray that it would spark in us an urgency to intercede for these unforgettable little lives and the churches in these endangered areas.

Mel’s day three experience in Kolkata brings to mind various forms of poverty. These street kids would not only have been materially poor, they would’ve grown up with a smorgasbord of gods demanding their reverence and even worship. How on earth would and could a child sift through a mass of religious traditions, the so-called “culture” in their society, to find transparent truth, and be set free?

Still, I find comfort in knowing that shining lights like Mother Teresa’s Home for the Dying have been a refuge for those walking through the valley of the shadow of death. God promises that we would not need to fear any evil even in the darkest hour, but to walk “through” it. There is hope in receiving His comfort.

He is the Light of the world.

Take three!

Mel Carswell in India – Day Three

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  1. Lindy April 1, 2009

    My husband and I have enjoyed all three of these posts so very much! Thanks for being willing to joyfully to submit to God’s change of plans for your time there!

  2. Jill Foley March 31, 2009

    Thank you for sharing this….these have all been great. I sure hope there are more. Some of the children you show in the video are just beautiful!! The smile on the girl’s face at the end just melts my heart. And the boy who just stared into the camera…

    I also just love what Debra said about although it’s heartbreaking, it’s easy to make a HUGE difference. It’s so simple, isn’t it?

  3. Britt March 31, 2009

    I agree with Amy…sort of an out of sight, out of mind thing.

  4. Mike Stephens March 31, 2009

    Thanks for sharing Mel!!! I always skip ahead and watch the next video. My mom actually just received an update on the boy she sponsors in India yesterday.

  5. Amy March 31, 2009

    Another great post!

    It’s easy enough to read about poverty and see pictures of it, but I don’t think you can fully grasp the situation until you see it with your own eyes.

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