I had the most humbling moment of my entire life last night. We drove out to Kalavai, a village of the Untouchable Caste. It took us 3 and a half hours to get there, with every hour that passed, it felt like we were going farther back in time. Rob had travelled ahead with Raj to purchase a title and deed for a building we are affectionately calling KC3 after our MC3. A community center for the poorest of the poor in India.
Rob called me to let me know there was a giant surprise waiting for me. I replied, “Oh no.” I don’t know why, but I do not like being the center of attention at all. I’d rather blend in and watch from the side lines. I didn’t used to be that way, I’m not sure what changed and why, but I am much more comfortable not getting attention or praise from people.
We pulled up to the village and were greeted with loud music and the most gigantic banner I have ever seen.
I looked out our van window only to see a humongous photo of our family from our trip to London on the banner. It was one of those random shots that no one checked their hair, teeth, or clothes for. We all just looked like “us” on an ordinary day. Along with our photo was a photo of Dan Blacketor, Raj and Prema, and Gene Ort.
We got out of the van and were taken around the village to see what this people group lived like before the GCC team came to build them new homes. They lived in huts made of mud and thatch, slept on dirt grounds. The openings to their homes were tiny, no windows of course. The girls were as shocked and saddened as I was. These beautiful people, God’s beloved, living in the dirt.
Then Raj took us to the homes that the GCC teams have built. The women had drawn these elaborate chalk drawings in the dirt outside their homes that were nothing short of stunning. We walked into a home and the woman who owned the home was literally glowing with joy. About 30 people crowded into the house and there was an explosion of joy in the room. My kids and the children of the village began to dance and sing. How do you put such a moment into words? It is the closest I have seen Heaven come to Earth in a long time.
We walked from new home to new home, a similar experience at each home. We walked up to one home in particular, and Rob pointed to the plaque on the wall. They had dedicated that house to God in my name. Michelle Megner. :) I can never remember a time in my life except for the birth of each of my children where i literally wept for joy uncontrollably. I was touched in the deepest place of my heart.
The deepest place in my heart is consumed by people such as these day and night. I think about them, pray for them, weep for them. To think that my name is written on a wall of one of their houses…I can not explain it. It somehow solidifies my commitment to them and my love for them.
The rest of the evening the children played together and sang and danced. I touched as many of them as I could. My girls did too.
I think Heaven came down last night. I am sure of it.