The woman fights back her tears, biting her lip as it quivers. As hard as Meena* wants not to cry, they fall. Defiantly, she tries to wipe them away as quickly as they well up in her eyes. Angry. Meena is angry, angry with God, wondering why He’s allowed such hardship in her life. Her [...]

[Note: The Southeastern team has returned home but their stories continue pouring in. -mReport] *Pratima’s husband beats her because she is a believer. If she goes to church, he beats her when she returns. Once, he beat her about the head to the point that she cried out in the name of Jesus. When she [...]

“I am taking you to the red-light district,” our translator says, “so we must pray because there is much spiritual battle there.” We pray, then dodge auto rickshaws and taxis and goats, crossing the main road. We step around the corner, into a lane and I see them: women in front of narrow doorways on a dark street. Some just sitting and staring, others taking care of daily tasks—cooking rice, washing clothes. Ordinary things. We stop to talk with them, asking if they know of Jesus and would they like to hear His story, asking how we can pray for them.