Global DAWN

We sat in a sparsely furnished room at the YMCA tourist hostel in Delhi, India. A large bucket of water and two used-to-be-white bath towels were in the center of that room. Around the perimeter, sitting on beds and chairs brought in from neighboring rooms were six gentle-spirited Indian men of God. Their stories began to emerge. With translation and in broken English, we heard incredible reports of murder and execution, beatings and burning, accidents and injuries, discrimination and persecution.
But in the midst of these reports were the accounts of miracles…healing of body and heart… unbelievable pardon for past mistakes, restoration of broken bones, finding the ability to forgive, even though bitterness had harbored long and hard, opportunities to rebuild after destruction, the decision made to answer God’s call to ministry…each man in that room touched by the overwhelming power of the love of the Son. And then the Holy Spirit descended and that hotel room became ‘holy ground.’ Ken knelt on the floor in front of our new friends from Central India and with the bucket of water and the well-used towel washed their feet. Tears flowed and prayers were uttered. It was an anointed time.