Our trip to Nepal in June is one I will not forget.
We were planning on visiting a few of the villages where VisionTrust had begun working immediately after the first waves of the earthquake hit. Little did we know that after the first earthquake many more would come to destroy weakened homes and structures, and God would use us to reach people in this nation with the good news of our Lord and Savior.
Our local hero, Buddhi Man Shakya had been distributing survival kits to more than 400 families who had lost all their worldly possessions and many who had lost loved ones. My heart was aching for these precious people. As we drove for hours on a rough and winding road up the mountainside to a village I wondered what I could do to offer help and hope. I also knew that only one family in this village were Christians the rest were Hindu or Buddhist.
Our welcome was unlike any I’d experienced. Before our vehicle came to a complete stop on the dirt path, people surrounded our car. Everyone, it seemed, had come meet us. They were clothed in merger clothes with big eyes and curious looks. They had been overlooked by their government as they were from a lowly cast, so no one but VisionTrust had offered them a helping hand after the earthquakes ravished their land and lives. The leaders asked Matt to share a short message of hope and encouragement with them. He shared with the community that we were Christians who had been praying for them and that the Lord provided the relief kits for the village.
They listened quietly as Matt shared, then a loud aggressive discussion erupted and Matt and I waited to see what they were saying. It was a little frightening. Finally they translated that the village as a whole had just decided they wanted to be taught about this living God we served—the one who loves and cares about them. Matt and I had tears in our eyes. This was amazing news!
After a little more talking, each wanted to show us their homes, land, and the temporary tents they were living in that VisionTrust had provided a few weeks earlier. They shared their heartaches and losses with us as well as the little they had left when they offered us a cup of tea and a few small cookies. The children gave me hugs and shared their dreams. It was a day of unexpected things—loss, love, sorrow and hope and new friendships.