A 3 day trip down south.

This last week we went to the south end of the city, for a blvrs conference. I lead a small group, and Doc (Dr. Tom Halstead is the head of biblical studies at The Master's College, but we just call him doc) taught through the book of Daniel. We leared about the future God has for Israel in the Millennium....... It was very encouraging to spend time with relatively likeminded brothers and sisters from all parts of the globe. The best part of the whole trip was the resort we were staying at.

There are no American toilets in this part of India. You must merely squat, aim and hope for the best. However in my time of greatest need I found one. As I proceeded toward my bounty, I steped in a large puddle around the toilet that splashed my ankles. I decided that i would rather not think about it, and just lift my legs straigh out as i sat. Once i finished i proceeded to the "paper work," only to find that there was no paper to use.... Upon I overcoming this hurdle, I flushed. Now must toilets have a pipe behind them that connects to a sewage system of some sorts. This however was armed with a pipe that was connected to nothing. So as soon as I flushed, the toilet drained onto the floor around my feet. All I could do was mutter a HOLY FREAKING CRAP (no pun intended), and jump onto the toilet seat. As I stood there surrounded by "surprises" i reminisced of my childhood when my favorite pasttime was trying to avoid the imaginary hot lava all over the living room floor. The stall filled up, and overflowed into a community puddle of old shower water in middle of the bathroom. It was literally a cesspool of filth. Everytime I took a shower, or I should just say, the one time i took a shower, I the drain backed up old shower water, and i had to finish before the water went above the rubber part of my sandle.

All of these things mingled with 100 degree +humidity heat, bugs in our beds, and many other things lent to me developing an attitude of ungratefulness, and a complaining spirit. I read Psalm 103, and the Lord changed my perspective. Even if i stayed at this "resort," for the rest of my life, i stil had no reason to complain. The rest of the master's team, was a great example to me as to what it looked like to have a grateful spirit. The girls even had a flooded room, and yet still praised the Lord. The trip down south was truly a blessing in many ways, and I would gladly do it all again if the Lord would allow.

I do apologize for the slightly crass post, and I promise all of my stories will not be centered around the bathroom! I will also post some pictures in the next day or two.