February Newsletter: India

Highlights from this month:
Loving women & children in the Red Light District of Mumbai, India
Next Month: Love Acts ministry in Chiang Mai, Thailand
Exciting Team Changes

Hello friends and family!Last month, we spent approximately eight hours a day in the Manna House, a safe home for women and children right in the heart of Mumbai’s Red Light District. Many of the children came from broken families, so our role was simply to love them they way they should be loved. Every day was full of dance parties, games, and lots of hugs. One thing that I really enjoyed about this month was the consistency of our ministry – seeing the same people every day allowed us to really build relationships and go deep with the people we were ministering to. It’s hard for me to describe this month without telling the stories of the women and children that we met – I’d encourage you to read my blog “When Statistics Get Skin,” which is one of my favorite blogs that I have written. I became good friends with a woman named Jaya*  who was trafficked as a 15-year-old to the area. Since then, Jaya had become extremely sick with HIV and Tuberculosis. I walked with her every day to the clinic to receive her TB shot. As we held hands walking, I prayed for her and told her she was going to get better. It was amazing for me to see the transformation in her in just three weeks – the last day I saw her, Jaya was smiling and looked so strong. A little hope can really transform you mentally, physically, and spiritually.

At the end of the month, we took seven women bowling in a nearby mall. Many of them had never been to a mall before, and it was fascinating to see our friends navigate elevators and Western toilets. Read a blog about this here We also took the children of the Manna House to the park one morning to give them the chance to run and play as all children should have. Finally, we also visited a house church weekly in the slums, and worked on the Manna House of Prayer website.

This has definitely been the most impactful month for me thusfar on the World Race. My eyes have been opened to the injustices and the brokenness in our world – the complexity of the situations of people involved in the sex industry is astounding. But I’m also coming to understand the incredible hope that we have in Christ, and how we are all just searching for this love in different ways. God is stirring a longing within me for Jesus to return and restore our world to how it should be.

Finally, I’d also encourage you to try out this recipe for Asian Steamed Momos – these vegetable and meat dumplings are one of the most delicious meals I’ve had thusfar in our journey across the world!

Here’s our team’s highlight video that Meghan put together about our month in India:

Next Month: Chiang Mai, Thailand
In March, we’ll be working in the bars of the Red Light District in Chaing Mai, Thailand with a ministry called Love Acts. Our main ministry will be building relationships with the girls, ladyboys, and children who work there. We will also teach English classes three times a week, showing Jesus through our actions and lives. You can click on the image below to watch a video about Love Acts…

Team Changes!
Next month, I’ve been invited to step up into leadership within our squad. I’ll be leading an all-women’s team for our ministry in Chiang Mai. One of my goals on the World Race was that I would grow as a leader, so I’m really excited about this opportunity.

Prayer Requests & Praises!

  • Praise! Thanks for your prayers – I was able to fix my netbook for only $70 in Mumbai! This is a huge blessing as it allows me to keep in touch with family and you all
  • Pray for refreshment – it’s been an exhausting month. I’d appreciate your prayers for rejuvenation and spiritual revitalization as we enter another emotionally challenging month
  • Pray for wisdom as I step into leadership. We will most likely only be in this team for one month, so pray that our team would “dive in” without hesitation and grow in the time we have together

“Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked (Psalm 82:3)

In His love,


*Note: Jaya’s name has been changed to protect her identity


Seven Indian ladies, a bowling alley, and KFC

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that not everyone has grown up living in America. But at the very least, you’d think that most people in the world would be familiar with escalators and Western toilets. But that’s not the case at all…So when you cross seven Indian ladies, a bowling alley, and KFC, you get a seriously hilarious afternoon.

Since we are approaching the end of the month, our team wanted to do something special for the ladies that we have built relationships with in the Red Light District of Mumbai. We found a bowling alley at the top of the mall only two train stops away from their district, which seemed perfect. Not only would bowling be fun, but it would center the afternoon around an activity which conveniently avoids the awkward silent moments when you can’t speak the other person’s language. Little did we know that language was the least of the cultural differences that we would encounter, turning a fun afternoon into one of the highlights of my year. I wish you could have been a fly on the wall during our outing – but allow me to attempt to depict the chain of events:

It started just as many all-women’s outings go – with each woman making the difficult decision of what to wear. In America, there have been countless times when I have tried on dress after dress while my girlfriends finally settle on the perfect outfit for the evening. But in India there is one slight difference – while dresses have specific cuts which accentuate different parts of your body, Indian saris are simply one looong piece of cloth that is rolled round and round your body. Saris, I hate to say, have absolutely no form or shape. So, as each of the women went back and forth to their home time and again trying on different outfits, what I couldn’t figure out was how they determined which sari was most flattering. Just as I was getting impatient, I reminded myself that this afternoon was not about me, and then we were off – five of us World Racers, seven Indian ladies, and Hoinu, our contact and lone translator for the afternoon.

We strolled to the train station, then hopped on the train as usual. Over the course of the month, our team has deemed ourselves to be expert train riders, and as the train began picking up speed, Meghan grabbed hold of the pole and stuck her head out, hair flapping in the breeze. One of the women gasped, yanked Meghan inside and gave her an unintelligible lecture which concluded by a hand motion that looked like breaking a corn cob in two. Translation: If Meghan sticks her head out the train, her head would be chopped off. So we conceded to ride the train conservative Indian-style for the rest of the journey.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at Vashi Mall. The bowling alley was on the top floor, so our team casually hopped on the escalator, thinking nothing of it. Foreign chatter erupted behind us, and I wish I could have captured the look of shock and amazement that I saw on their faces. For many of the women, it was the first time they had ever seen an escalator. A few brave souls finally ventured aboard the strange metal moving stairs, their hands grasping for dear life onto the railing while their bodies clumsily followed two stairs behind. Despite our reassurance, two women insisted on ascending to the third floor via the staircase.

After surviving the escalator, we arrived at the bowling alley, where two staff members were practicing their bowling skills in an empty lane. Suddenly it dawned on me how absurd bowling must seem to these women who have barely ventured outside their neighborhood. Throwing giant heavy balls down a wooden lane to knock down little white pins: Are we crazy? But I already knew the answer to that question. The answer is yes. We Americans are definitely crazy.

Katy then gave everyone a brief demonstration on proper bowling technique, and one daring woman stepped up to the line. Rather than pulling her arm backward to generate momentum, she twisted her hand side to side and then released – straight into the gutter no more than one foot beyond the line. We cheered anyways. The next woman got a gutter ball too. And the next. In fact, probably 90% of all the balls that were thrown that afternoon were gutter balls. But every single time that even one pin was knocked down, the loudest cheer erupted from that bowling alley in the middle of Mumbai, India. I wish you could have been there. We had a blast.

After bowling, we stopped for a quick bathroom break. You’d think that would be simple enough. Nope! We entered the restroom, and one of the ladies opened the stall door. She gasped, then uttered exclamatory remarks to her friends that I wish I understood. We figured out that she was afraid of the toilet seat. Imagine being twenty-some-odd-years old and never seeing a Western-style toilet! We assured her that it was safe, but she said that she would rather wait until home, thank you very much.

Our final stop for the afternoon was the food court’s Kentucky Fried Chicken. If you’ve traveled abroad at all, one thing that will never cease to amaze you is the strange assortment of American restaurants in foreign countries. The best thing about Mumbai’s KFC is their cheap soft serve ice cream – at only 24 cents each, it’s one of the best deals around and a favorite evening treat of ours. What we didn’t realize is that dessert in India is actually a very odd occurrence. After we had all finished our cones, one of the woman asked if she could get some chai. I smiled, then explained that no, they don’t serve tea at KFC. That erupted another round of Hindi gabbering. What kind of restaurant doesn’t serve chai, they asked. I didn’t really have an answer for that. I considered our options, then remembered that KFC probably served cold coffee. Out came a frappuccino, which she tasted and declared positively disgusting. At least we tried.

The hilarity of the afternoon came to a close on our way back to the train station. As we said our goodbyes, we saw Sunita, one of the ladies’ 14-month-old daughter, turn around in a circle, then pull down her pants and squat down over a crack in the ground. Yep, that’s India for you – anytime and anywhere is a good spot to relieve yourself.

Seven Indian ladies + a bowling alley + KFC = A little awkwardness. A lot of cheering. And an abundance of love.

Mission accomplished.

When Statistics Get Skin

Statistics can be numbing. At a certain point, our feeble minds have a hard time grasping the enormity of large things – like when I realized how big one hundred was only after counting out one hundred cheerios on my hundreds chart in kindergarten, or when visiting the Grand Canyon I only understood how massive it was after hiking down for five hours. Somehow my eight-year-old mind thought that we could definitely make it to the river by lunch.

What I’m learning is that while statistics can open our eyes, it’s real people that open our hearts. So today I want to tell you a few statistics that I’ve learned about India, and then share some stories about how those statistics have come to life…

STATISTIC #1: India has the world’s highest number of poor, and the slum-dwelling population now exceeds 70 million (1).

Yes, it’s an interesting fact. I’ve seen poverty before, and after spending three months in Africa I thought I had seen the worse of it.

But when I look out the window in our hostel here, I see people living in despicable conditions – when the roof over their head is nothing but a thin fabric, and this tiny tent contains the family’s entire possessions. I wake up in the morning and see them digging through the pile of trash to find cardboard to burn so they can cook their food.  I’d say that more than a hundred men, women, and children live on this tiny property. Here’s the typical scene from our window:

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Their livelihood consists of begging – Every time when we pass by the lot to get to or from our building, nearly a dozen scantily-clothed children run to you, hold out a dirt-caked hand, point to their mouth and say, “canna” which means “food.” I wish I could say that this is the only slum in the city, and that the begging children are localized here. But nearly everywhere I turn, I see children with nothing to wear, beggars holding tin cans slouched on street corners, women on trains tapping on your shoulder, pleading with you that you might give something. The poverty in India is inescapable. And you can only ignore these little ones so many times before it really starts to break you.


I’ve also come to understand that there are no rules about where you can or can’t go to the bathroom in India. I’ve seen more people peeing in public here than on any camping trip I’ve been on. All this means is that more often than not what you are smelling is, in fact, urine. Either that or rotting trash, because a small ditch runs beside the side of most streets where you throw anything and everything. One day, I finished a bag of chips, and didn’t see a garbage bin so I asked a store worker the location of the nearest trash can. He looked at me as if I was stupid, then indicated that I should just throw it over my shoulder.

Every morning, women come and sweep the trash into a pile, which grows and grows. If you wait for the garbage truck to come along and pick it up, you might be waiting there awhile, as garbage collection is very irregular. So most of the time, people simply burn the waste, which definitely makes it smell even better.


STATISTIC #2: Mumbai is Asia’s largest sex industry center, with over one million sex workers (2)

This month, we’ve had the privilege of spending approximately eight hours every day in the Red Light District in Mumbai, in a room that four years ago was a brothel but is now a safe house for women and children. In this photo you can see the contrast – the house of prayer is only fifteen feet away from where the women are standing on the corner, waiting for their next customer.


Each day looks a little different. Most of the time, we have dance parties and put puzzles together and make popcorn with kids of all ages. Basically, our mission is to love them in any way we can. Many women drop by and we spend time counseling them, praying for them, and building friendships. Here’s the typical scene in the Manna House of Prayer – puzzles, cards, balls, and funny faces galore.


This month, everything I’ve heard about prostitution now has skin on. She’s a woman standing on the corner – bright lipstick, painted face, stuffed breasts. I found out that her name was Chanda*… I see her walking by our house of prayer a dozen times or more in the day, taking customers to a room somewhere to earn 120 Rupees if she’s lucky – selling her body for only a little more than $2 USD – half of which goes to the pimp who owns her. But who can blame her? It’s the only life she knows and she makes good money – with ten to fifteen customers a day she makes more than triple the average annual income of an Indian.

My heart breaks for her as she walks by. I say, “Jay-ma-see” – praise the Lord – and sometimes she replies. Her son visits our safe house frequently, and yesterday, Chanda came in our room to hang out awhile. I talked to her for a little bit, but it was hard because I wasn’t really sure what to say or what to ask. The interpreter didn’t know much English and his accent was heavy so even when he was speaking English I couldn’t understand what he was saying. So now, I just pray. I held her hand and counted her green bangle bracelets – one, two, three, four…then I saw the cut marks underneath her wrist. My heart broke. I read that 89% of people in prostitution want to escape (3). I pray some more.

STATISTIC #3: Of all Indian and Nepali prostitutes who began as teenagers, about half say they had been coerced into the brothels (3)

This month, everything that I’ve heard about trafficking now has skin. She’s a young girl named Indra,* who has grown up in the Red Light District, her whole family existing in a house no bigger than an American bathroom. Now 11 years old, Indra is at a target age for trafficking and is in jeopardy of being sold by the pimp who runs this area. Many other parents send their children away to boarding school to protect them from this situation. The problem is that her father will not let her go. In America, you could simply tell authorities about this and they would do everything they could to keep Indra safe. But here in India, if we tell the police about this situation, it will not do any good, because the police are corrupt and are paid off by the pimps who own the area.

Indra is at an incredible crossroads in her life…We trust in an all-powerful God who promises to love and protect His children. All we can do is love her, teach her about the reality of trafficking, and pray that God’s will be done. P1040523

STATISTIC #3: India has the world’s third-largest HIV-positive population and one third of the world’s tuberculosis cases

This month, everything I have heard about HIV has gotten personal. She’s a lovely woman named Jaya,* born in Nepal, then trafficked and sold into prostitution when she was 15. Since working in this industry, she became infected with both HIV and Tuberculosis. Her 35-year-old body now resembles that of an elderly woman


I have spent a lot of time with Jaya. We sit on the bench and comb each other’s hair every morning. I try to ignore the amount of hair that falls out every time I brush it. I also spend time rubbing her back. She always squeezes my hand and holds it so tight. Sometimes actions speak so much louder than words.

Yesterday I walked Jaya to the clinic to get a Tuberculosis treatment shots. The walk was only about a half a mile, but it took us almost an hour. We walked slow, painfully slow, pausing every 100 meters so she could catch her breath. I sang worship songs as we walked: “There is power in the name of Jesus, to break every chain, to break every chain…” I tell her that she is going to beat this. That she is going to get better. We pray together and as tears fill my eyes, I try to be strong.

You see, it’s easy to turn away when it’s just a statistic. But when it’s a little boy tugging on your hand and your heart, when it’s a woman who has lost her livelihood due to the injustices, when it’s a young girl who has her whole future in the hands of someone who sees the world in dollar signs – statistics are no longer something you see but rather  something you become. Because behind every single number is a real person with his or her own story of their triumphs and struggles, hopes and dreams.

So what do we do when we see these things? Edmund Burke said this: “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men [and women] do nothing.” All I’m asking you to do is something simple – to get out there and meet these people.

Seeing these women has changed me. But for you, this blog is still just words on a screen, names on a page, statistics and not stories.

So today, my plea to you is this: Get out there. See the world. Meet people. Hear their stories. You don’t have to India or Africa to do this. There are people in need and injustices happening on every street corner in the world, I can guarantee it (Yes, even in America. Read the book Not For Sale if you don’t believe me.) It’s what Jesus did. In fact, Jesus spent so much time with the poor that people thought he himself was a sinner. He gave us a model of how we should live as Christians, and He’s just waiting for us to follow. It might be scary to take the first step, but know that God is with you and your experiences will change you in a way that nothing else can, believe me. Because we will protect what we fall in love with.

So – You. Yes, you. Find a statistic. Then get out there and put skin on it.  That experience will open your eyes, change you, and thus change the world.


*Names have been changed to protect the privacy of at-risk individuals

(1) Johnstone, P. Operation World: A Guide for Prayer in Every Nation of the World. 2010

(2) Dogra, N. “Prostitution in India: The Staggering Numbers and the Stagnant Legality.” http://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2012/04/prostitution-in-india-the-staggering-numbers-and-the-stagnant-legality/

(3) Kristof, N. Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide. 2010. Also at http://www.halftheskymovement.org/issues/forced-prostitution

Portraits of Life in Nepal: A Photoblog


I’ve really enjoyed taking photographs this month…Nepal is a country with beautiful land and beautiful people. The Nepalese spend a lot of time outdoors, and in this part of the world it’s not impolite to stare (who knew!?) which means it’s easy to get a lot of great portraits! Here are a few moments I captured of work, school, and play in Nepal.

Nepal: a land of yellows, pinks, and greens


Here, a Nepalese man stops to rest amidst the busyness of the market


Cows are a sacred animal in Nepal (you can’t even buy beef at markets or order it in restaurants!) Here, two young children pose beside their prized possessions. Just a moment later, this young boy hid behind the cow.


Two young boys wait patiently on the side of the hill as they tend to their grazing sheep P1030945

After spending three months in Africa, where women and men’s roles are clearly defined, it was refreshing to see men help with cooking and cleaning in Nepal. Below, a man shucks corn while his wife stands to the side.


In this part of the world, people get creative in their crafts and handiworks. Here, a woman weaves shiny plastic wrappers between bamboo poles to form a rug. P1030967

A young woman stops to catch her breath on her way to a village on the top of the mountainside


Two young boys pedal up the hill on their way home from schoolP1030997

Nepalese girls and boys are hard workers and great students. Here are the five students that came to our home every afternoon for tutoring. P1040099

A young boy sells oranges in the city center (which are super delicious, by the way!)


The Nepalese greet by folding their hands together and say, “Namaste” which means “The light in me bows to the light in you.”


Life in Nepal: Simple and Beautiful.


Here is our team’s highlight video from Nepal:

And here’s Adam’s video about their month in Nepal with the Tharu people group:

Sent? from Adam Smith on Vimeo.