I'm sitting at home, listening to the storm rage outside. It reminds me of our first HCDC experience. We went out to a village church where about 100 kids were waiting for us. It was windy... Unusual for India. As we were singing songs, telling Bible stories, and having a great time, it started to lightening and thunder. We were told to wrap the program up a little early so everyone could go home. While we were doing the last activity, the electricity went off and the church sign fell off of the building, hitting a guy in the head. The kids must not have been too scared because they all came around wanting to shake our hands and tell us good-bye. The girls all wanted to kiss us on the cheek and be kissed in return. We helped clean the wound of the man who got hit by the church sign and took him to the local hospital/clinic. We drove back to the guest house in the rain, wind, and dark. No electricity when we got there, so we opened up all the windows so the fresh breeze could blow through the house. All us girls laid around for a long time, talking and laughing. The storm itself wasn't all that different from a Kansas thunderstorm. There was lightening, thunder, and some wind. There was the power outage and the fresh breeze afterwards. God's way of cleaning the air. So refreshing... relaxing... time to go to bed.
-Susan
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