How India stole Adam's heart.

As we mentioned before, Adam spent about six weeks back in 2009 interning at Love in Action.

Adam was a first-year teacher and decided back in December to begin planning his summer. He got in touch with Fred from Heartland International Ministries, who is connected with Love in Action in Bangalore.  Before he knew it, his bags were packed and his journey had begun!

Here are a few of his thoughts from that trip taken from various journal entries:

"...I have not been the same since my visit to India. I had the privilege of staying at an orphanage filled to capacity with about twenty children. It is a very humble space in the outskirts of Bangalore, about the size of a typical two-story house in America... but without the luxuries. Yet, I can say with confidence, that the children there have a wealth unmatched in the prosperous homes of America. They possess true freedom through discipline, daily prayer, regular labor, and most importantly, loving fellowship. The name of the orphanage—Love in Action—describes the place as precisely as words are able..." 

"...The family that started this ministry and who welcomed me into their home (which is the orphanage itself), is truly one of the most loving groups of people I have met. Please allow me to take a moment to introduce them: 


Enoch, the patriarch I suppose, is an elderly and vibrant man who is full of wisdom and humility, someone I already deeply respect. His wife Carunia, who I called Auntie, is a frail woman in her frame, but her strength as a mother and wife over the years is astonishing. And finally, their daughter Nancy, who displays such tenderness to all twenty children—she is the essence of motherhood..." 

"...Shortly after I arrived, I had the opportunity to celebrate Father’s Day with the children. I felt a little awkward honestly… Father’s Day in an orphanage… I did not know what to expect. After breakfast, the children announced that they would be hosting an event that evening and would like for us to attend… upstairs. Of course we went, arriving upstairs at the specified time. The children put together an elaborate performance of song and traditional dance, praising their Heavenly Father. At the end, the children also honored Enoch for providing for them and protecting them. I cried the entire time. I kept remembering all the verses I have read about justice—many of which are related to orphans—and felt as though all my recent clumsy efforts to grasp a Biblical vision for social justice were radically challenged by the simplicity and humility of love in action..." 

"...I do not dance. Most people who know me at least know that. Unfortunately, the little girls at Love in Action did not know this about me when I suggested that we celebrate one of our last evenings together. They innocently insisted that I join them on the roof-top where they intended to teach me some traditional Indian dancing. I explained that my body is not capable of such things... that someone might get hurt... that dancing is not Christian... that no human should ever be so undignified. 

Thankfully, it was late enough at night that there was very little light shed on my complete loss of dignity. I could not turn down twenty orphan girls. It was humiliating, it was ugly, and it was dangerous for those who got too close. The girls were overtaken by laughter as they watched me hop and stumble and bow and twirl and kick and... I don't know what I was doing. We all stopped to catch our breath after each song--the girls were laughing too hard, I was simply out of shape. 

But ultimately, I believe this experience was one of the more beautiful of my many lovely experiences in India. The beauty was in forgetting myself; it was a rare moment when I was totally free from my pride. That night we celebrated God: the One who saves us from evil, hunger, poverty, and ourselves..."