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This is my last night here at the rural village of Bhogpur before I travel back to Delhi to catch a flight back home. I’m excited to be returning to my wife and boys and a normal routine, but I’m definitely feeling sad about leaving the children here. Fortunately, I’ll get to re-live lots of my time here as I edit the video I’ve been shooting here for Bhogpur Children’s home. Before I leave, we’ll have shot 10 interviews (not counting informal ones with about 15 of the children), all kinds of activities including soccer, volleyball, playground games, school scenes, devotions and anything else happening.
On Friday we visited a nearby town called Rishikesh, which is probably most famous internationally for it’s Yoga. The Beatles spent some time there writing most of the White Album. We were there specifically to find a leper colony, since the children at the home all have parents with leprosy. According to law (and societal forces), anyone with the disease can only live in a colony, which determines that one’s life will consist of begging and little hope of anything else. While visiting the colony in Rishikesh, we asked to pray for one of the women who wasn’t feeling well. She denied us saying, “There’s no hope for me. Don’t waste your breath.” The children at the home are given a chance to break out of that hopeless cycle. After seeing some street children in Rishikesh, and visiting the colony, Psalm 40 was on my heart.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
This trip has been a confirmation of my calling (which didn’t need much confirmation actually) to tell stories of the great things going on in the world. Stories of redemption. Stories where God gets all the glory.
My heart is full. And I’ll be leaving part of it behind (which means I guess I’ll have to come back with Bec and the boys!).