prayer walking

Wednesday and they were going to do campus ministry, same as last wednesday i felt sick, had pains tearing across my stomach, but i was going. The team had battled with stomach problems on and off the worst of which was cotty she had been weak and throwing up day and night for over 3 days, one time we had 5 of the team up all night thowing up and the rest. I was praying it wasnt my turn and this would turn out to be nothing.

we went to the city college/university where some of the ywam ministry had links to, we were going to prayer walk the campus and discreetly pray, it was 39 degrees was walked around this granite, glass and quartstone lush architecture, i had been expecting something hurrendous but this was like a hotel. They were planning to bulid a gym pool and and cinema for the media students too, it was almost enough to make you study in india til you thought of the traffic and burning burning waste you drove through.

Prayer walking or driving was still new in practice for me, i knew poeple did it had read books on prayer that inspired me to do it more, but this was the first time i was actively prayer walking. Saturday we had left at 6.30 in the AM to drive around the ringroad and pray at the gates around the city, to pray for india and in particular this state and city and wherever city each gate and junction lead to. It was a good chance to see the place, from the largest temples in asia the shrines and temples to gods which they visit only to appease and ask not to come to their house. The call-centres the west have built and make money from, the wages of which arent slave labour as thought but a decent wage, so decent they are causing a problem as the young people working night shifts in them dont know what to do with and so are spending drinking causing further problems for the culture.

The culture was wierd, or ratehr taking time to adapt to, walking into a coffee shop and seeing indians in western clothng and us in their traditional clothing you felt like a lemon, but at least people we were visiting seemed more comfortable to speak to us, i had herd accounts of past visits with more western dress rules and the difference in which people had spoken to the team. I was adapting slowly but surely, the roof was still a daily escape and i had my moments (or hours), but we were finding things to smile about, not least that my stomach was ok and i was not going to die. ;)