A WHIRLWIND OF GRACE

 Days 1 and 2 have been a whirlwind — and such a special time.

 On Monday, our team visited two men’s drug rehabilitation centers in the heart of Delhi. It’s amazing that it can take an hour and a half to drive just 15 miles. Driving here feels like utter chaos, yet somehow it works. You don’t see accidents — just a steady, inch-by-inch negotiation of space. It’s a picture in itself of perseverance.

 At the rehab centers, we were greeted by rooms full of eager faces — curious to see who Charles had brought and excited to hear what we had to share. Charles and Harrison, a fellow pastor and friend, opened with worship. And let me tell you — Harrison can beat a mean box. Who needs a drum set when you have a cardboard box and God-given rhythm?

 Larry then shared about our home communities — where we live, the crops we grow, and our population. Their minds were blown to learn that you can drive for miles back home without seeing another person or car. All they’ve ever known is wall-to-wall people. In Delhi alone, the jamipopulation is around 33.8 million, compared to Ogallala at nearly 5,000 and Chappell at 889. The contrast was astonishing. The largest city in the United States is New York City with a population of 8.1 millions. 

 Bradley and Darryl followed with their testimonies, and then we broke into small groups to study Mark 2:1–12, the story of Jesus healing the paralyzed man. The men were quick to answer questions and eager to share their thoughts.

 At the second center, we met with 28 men. Our small group had about 16. We asked if they wanted to put their faith, trust, and belief in the one true God — and most raised their hands. Twelve men in our group alone gave their lives to Christ!

 We then opened the time for prayer and asked if anyone needed healing. Every man stood. We lined them up, anointed them with oil, and prayed healing over them.

 Day 2: Sharing Hope with the Women

 On Day 2, the men’s team went to two more men’s centers, while Kaytie, Rohini, and I visited the women’s rehabilitation center.

 The women were absolutely precious. We followed the same format as the day before. This time, I shared a testimony I have rarely spoken aloud because of shame. But God opened the door, and it was freeing to tell these women they can overcome addiction — and that I am living proof.

 I shared how I wrestled with prescription painkiller addiction for many years until 2019. I told them that no one is too far gone, no situation too broken, and no addiction too strong for God. He restores. He redeems. And He continues to carry me, one day at a time. I believe He rescued me so that I could tell others not to give up — that He loves them deeply.

 There were tears. One woman in particular broke down completely. Afterward, we shared one-on-one conversations and, of course, took pictures — something they delighted in.

 God is moving. God is restoring.

And God is undeniably good.

 ~Joie