How will they Hear

Some days the Going gets tough. I am following “31 days of Going” over on this blog. As most of you probably know, this subject really interests me (it hasn’t always been this way), but nowadays it’s a pretty important part of my life. I believe in it with my whole heart, and I honestly think it’s the reason Christians are here on earth. After all, Jesus last command was to GO, parting words are usually important, no? Part of my going as a mama is to raise strong, courageous kids that can really get out there and change the world with the Message one person at a time. But for this to happen, I have to put myself out there too, show them what it’s like to love the lowest, care for the poor and sick, and have a genuine heart of compassion. And continually exposing them to how the other half of the world lives. And this is hard, makes me uncomfortable, makes me weary. Sure, maybe one day they would grow up and do this on their own (I can’t really count on that though, if I’m not modeling it to them now), but do I really want to settle for comfortable and ordinary for myself either? Some days, yes. Most days, no, because saying yes to God often means embarking on a crazy adventure beyond our wildest dreams.

I’m glad I’m here. I’m glad our kids are here (they love it). And Matt is glad he’s here (not hard to believe) :). I’m so thankful for his “we can do this!” attitude. Especially on days I’m not sure we can. Yesterday was one of those days………

For those of you wondering what a typical day looks like for us right now, well, most days we just hang out. With people. The culture here is hugely relational, so that’s what we do. We interact with Nepali people all day, almost every day. We are finding out how they live, and they are learning our strange ways. Spending so much time with them is giving us great insights into their culture and beliefs. I’m thankful for the community of believers here to lean on, since much of the culture is steeped in Hinduism.

And we spend a lot of time just living. We wash our clothes by hand, walk to local stands to pick up fruits and vegetables, and eat only organic food. Nothing goes to waste, and not much comes from a box or a can. This is why I’m thankful we have a live-in chef.

When we aren’t spending time with people or working around the house, you might find us out on the bumpy streets, exploring the city and memorizing the streets with no road names. Yesterday was on of those days. We went to Pashupatinath Temple where the Hindus burn their deceased family members. It was even more unimaginable than I had imagined. Before we walked inside I saw these old rusty benches of all sizes casually lined up against the wall. A little beauty in so much ugly:Carrying “holy water” to be dumped into the river to purify the water.I’ll be honest, I hesitated so much to post these next three pictures. I don’t want to be accused of being morbid, this was the first time I have ever witnessed something like this. I think, sometimes if we are exposed to the bondage and spiritual darkness that most of the world’s population is enslaved in, we are more quickly moved to action. To go and tell them the Truth. To free them.

It was like being at a funeral, except this time there was no hope, no anticipation of ever meeting again. The family carried their loved one three times around the platform before placing their mother on the wood. After several more rituals, a torch was lit and her oldest son marched around the body another three times before lighting the wood. His pain was obvious as he was crying and wiping is eyes the entire time. Then they all piled rice stalks on top of the body and more torches were lit. One of the most heartbreaking things I have ever witnessed. It’s just so hard to describe.After the body was burned, the family gathered on the other side of the river to worship the Hindu gods. This lady floated a small leaf boat with a candle inside down the river:Hindu holy men. They were friendly, but they made me nervous. So many hurting people in this world. I would hurt less if I didn’t need to see their pain, if I didn’t have to get involved. As a Christ follower though, I don’t have that luxury. We are the hands and feet of Jesus, if we don’t go, no one will. I thank God He is opening these poor blind eyes of mine. I want a new heart, one that loves these people like He does.

But how can they call on Him to save them unless they believe in Him? And how can they believe in Him if they have never heard about Him? And how can they hear about Him unless someone tells them? -Romans 10:14 NLT



  1. Dear, dear Heidi and Matt , Noah and Ellen,
    What a well described blog! It is written so well and so touching! God is truly doing a work of grace in your lives and it is beautiful to see you responding and reaching out beyond your comfort and you WILL be blessed for it!!!
    May you feel the gentle Shepherd’s guidance and strong arms upholding you today! May He lead you beside still waters and green pastures and cradle you, His lambs, in His arms! Joyce for us both

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