When this city sleeps, it sleeps. Come midnight, the madness of the streets recedes. It is completely quiet. Come morning, when the streets are busy, the people are slow – walking slowly, standing by the roadside, sitting here and there. India is a song played tempo giusto. There is a stillness here.
Francis Chan writes “As we practice this stillness, this waiting, this being, it is then that we can experience deep intimacy and relationship with the Holy Spirit.” And I believe that is so true. Something The Lord really pressed on my heart before I came here is that this trip is a time and space for me to grow in real knowledge of His Holy Spirit. I’ve been reading through Acts, listening to Forgotten God by Francis Chan, and spending a lot of time in worship and in prayer. It is so precious – this pressing in, this feeling presence.
And as I sit here beneath the spinning fans, I know that one souvenir I must take back with me is the stillness I have found in India.