There are only a few days left for me at Sari Bari and I am trying to take advantage of my remaining time with the women. To be present, engaging, and interact as much as I can.
The floor of the train station is dusty, dirty, and littered with wrappers, paper, and cha cups.
As a student, the most satisfying feeling is getting a good grade on a test. All of the hard work paid off and you understand -- you "get it," you have a good grasp on the material.
"Beloved, let me heal you.
"Jesus, not now, I don't think I can handle any more of your healing."
From orientation, I've heard the phrase "ministry of being versus ministry of doing" repeated over and over.
Our team had our mid-trek retreat in the small beach town of Digha. For about three days we were able to get away from the fast paced movement and thick crowds of the city.
I've been spending the past couple of weeks working in the slum community of Mundabarre in Kolkata. Each day I get to see a curious site.
Every night, my grandma, my ministry partner Jayshree, and I turn on grandma's small, slightly fuzzy TV.