The very first full day Kevin’s parents were here,
We headed to the biggest hindu temple in Kathmandu, Pashupati
It was an experience.
To begin on a lighter note, watching my mother in law walk down the very
trinket infested road towards the temple was
we were all doubled over in belly laughter
watching her interest as each sales person approached her.
Knowing no nepali, she relied on sign language…
“just looking” she said while taking her index and middle finger from
her eyes to the object and then back again.
Oh man, I’m giggling just thinking about it.
one little man who was selling a nepali violin followed us the entire time,
once we thought we lost him, he popped out of no where and scared us all!
let's just say barbara ended up with a violin.
walking into pashupati was very surreal, like I was entering another world.
it is a pilgrimage site for hindu’s all over the world, as it is the dwelling place of shiva.
we passed large tour groups of those from India, making their pilgrimage here.
The very first thing you approach is the “holy river”, where platform after platform burns the bodies of the dead, their ashes them thrown into the holy river. To be cremated at this temple is supposed to assure the person will go straight to heaven.
we watched intently as hindu guru’s led men and women through mourning rituals,
intended to honor the dead and ward off evil spirits.
we saw hundreds of people bring offerings to the shiva temple,
touching the altar on which stood a massive falice.
yes, a penis.
(woops, did I just say that on my blog?)
yes. I did.
and can I tell you something?
It was all very dark. Very dark.
An oppression ran deep into my heart, a weight that pushed down hard.
I didn’t even realize it till we began to pray.
We stood off to the side up on a hill,
Looking down at the temple,
Prayers just began to pour our of our heart for these precious people.
It was probably the most alive and blood-pumping-real I’ve ever felt while praying.
Where I could sense the evil,
and the complete sadness of watching people sacrifice and bow down to idols.
fear being a huge impetus for worship.
Beautiful men and women with hearts that were searching for truth,
Only to be looking in the wrong place.
And as we prayed, my mother in law began to cry,
And then I did.
It was both tears of sadness for people without hope,
But even more they were tears of complete and utter JOY that we have a hope in Christ who came to SET US FREE.
Freedom was the order of the day.
You guys, it was so powerful.
As we walked out, we all sensed a lightness and a freedom
That came from a tender yet powerful God that says
There is NOTHING you must do to earn my love,
No pilgrimages, no sacrifices, no rituals.
I love you,
And I give you life.
life that is abundant and filled with un-ending grace.
ahhh it was like a breathe of fresh air to speak Christ in a place of darkness.
Also, there are SO many wonderful updates about the girls home we are working in.
we received two new girls last friday, and they are seriously the most precious children.
my heart wells up with love just thinking about them.
i will share more next week.
we are off for the next few days though to go out to the villages.
much love and happy weekend!