Couldn’t sleep last night. Awake at 5:30. There was a Hindu festival taking place last night and the city was loud. I’m ready to go home but there is still so much to do. Thoughts of home bring sadness but also strength. There are still people to reach for Christ so I must stay focused on the task. Praying hard today.
We started the day with our final meeting with the Toda people. They presented their native dance and song for us. We prayed with them. Seven more women accepted Christ. That makes sixteen total for the three days we were there. A Hindu woman also accepted Christ today. What a blessing!
After we said our farewells we hired another taxi to take us to Munarr. It was a 5-hour drive. The drive took us through another mountain range. I saw scenery that I have only seen on television or in pictures. I must say, television does not do it justice. I have never been so amazed at God’s creation. I wish I had words to accurately describe the wonder of the mountains and waterfalls. We passed through a tiger preserve. We didn’t see any tigers though. We thought we might see some elephants as well but none of those either. We did see bison, wild pigs, wild peacocks, and lots of monkeys.
We finally arrived at our rooms. As soon as we got settled we left to meet with a local church for preaching and supper. I preached tonight on Luke chapter 15. The group we spoke to was predominately Christian. After preaching about the one lost sheep, one lost coin, and the prodigal son, I should not have been surprised to see just one person accept Christ. One soul is worth all of our time and efforts.
Another cold shower and off to bed. It was another great but exhausting day.