The King Of Glory

Indian women-Field

Life in India is hard.  It’s always hot.  The roads are not accessible to most people, so they are stuck where they live for most of their lives.  The beauty they create in the world around them astounds me.  The poorest of the poor are even dressed in brilliant colors like these women working in a field.  As we were driving through the countryside on the way from Trichy to Erode, the words from Psalm 24 kept running through my head, “The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it, the world and all who live in it.  For He founded it upon the seas, He established it upon the waters.”

As we passed mountains and hills, we noticed that at the top of each was a temple to some deity.  The temples fill the roads here.  One after another after another.  They just don’t end.  So many people everywhere in India.  So many temples to gods they hope and pray will help them end the hardness of their lives.  The other part of Psalm 24 reads, Who is this King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty.  Lift up your heads, O you gates; lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in.  Who is He, this King of glory? The Lord Almighty-He is the King of Glory.

It is so comforting to know that India belongs to God.  He is the one who made it.  He is the one who is redeeming it.  When I see the ugly statues and masks, and ways people decorate themselves to devote themselves to a certain god, I am reminded that God is opening the ancient doors in India.  The King of Glory is coming in. 

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