I will take a moment to present my companions, some of the ministry team. Pastor Yesudas was beside me was one of the pastors who took part in my ordination. Sister Suyra was on my right, whose very imperative job was handing me water at frequent intervals and snatching the bugs that took a liking for me, some trying to make me their domicile by flying into my clothing. I did not stop praying to deal with them, but she took it upon herself to intercept as many as she could and catch and remove the ones who made it too far! In short, she was my flycatcher on a mission to protect me from alien invasion. You can laugh out loud, but this is no laughing matter, I once had a bug fly down my dress at this meeting the size of a humming bird. Well, it felt like it anyway. I suppose it looked rather comical, me praying as sober as a church mouse while Suyra is reaching as far as needed to retrieve the enormous bug. I had to assume they were all harmless to keep my sanity and composure. It is funny how God begins to train certain individuals according to an ordained call. I was a tom-boy while growing up. I loved catching bugs, certainly was not afraid of them. Actually, I liked them, still do. Truth be known, I am a nature nut! And I suppose God has given me that kind of disposition that made that aspect of India tolerable. Well, back to my companions, behind me was a dear fellow I simply called “Jolly”.He had the most wonderful countenance and I loved being with him.

In all the prayer services that followed the meetings it was important that I be completely surrounded by the team. Crowd control and being mobbed were some of the concerns we had to encounter on a daily basis. There were also dangers I was unaware of and had two officers who were around a lot for my protection, certainly not at my request. On the last night of the last crusade held in the street, the two officers, one Hindu and the other Muslim, stood for a photograph with me. It was the only picture on that role that did not turn out. I can still remember their faces vividly. It was a sight to behold I think. An American Christian woman, a Hindu man on the right, and a Muslim man on the left, my arms around them both, posing for a picture. It would have been a great statement that people of all faiths can respect each other as members of the human race and not members of this religious group or another.More wars have been fought and enough blood has been shed in the name of religion than any other cause.

The last service lasted well into the late hours, until about 2:30am. We were deliriously exhausted and yet there I was, walking through this village in the middle of the night, shuffling my bare feet through the dirt and grass, with only an occasional lantern shedding light into the darkness. I felt a kinship with this elect group of people whom God had chosen, all from India, as if they were my brothers and sisters in the most unfeigned sense of the word. We had labored in love for the souls of these people, for that was the will of God, and to Him be all the Glory.