Eastern UP

‘It’s March 23rd, and as I say goodbye to the Delhi area, I am excited to begin
my ministry. As I board the bus at the Delhi bus station, it’s clear to me that
I am in for an interesting trip. I am about to spent 13 hours on a bus crowded
with 65 Indians, with no idea where I am going. This is going to be an
interesting trip’

Upon reaching Khuttar, I was nervous and scared. There, unlike in Delhi, I would be the only white person within 300 kilometers. Manoj, my host, registered me with the local police department, which in and of itself was intimidating.

Being an American, and a spoiled one at that, it was extremely hard for me to adjust to the lack of electricity, the droves of mosquitoes, and the apparent lack of cleanliness. However, after some time, I began to adjust to my new environment.
On my second night in Khuttar I attended a prayer meeting with nearly 25 people. Indians live very prayer-filled lives. After they were done praying, I was asked to speak from God’s word. I was quite caught off guard, as I hadn’t prepared anything, but I called upon the Holy Spirit to give me the words, and he supplied me with a topic. Thus, my true ministry began.
During my time in Khuttar, ten people became new followers of Christ after I shared the Gospel with them. I was humbled when Pastor Manoj said to me “Wayne, you’ve got a gift for sharing the Gospel.” During my two weeks in Khuttar, I shared the gospel nearly every evening. I have realized that nothing is more powerful than the words of God.