Smells Like Curry

My hand that is. I know it sounds sick, but my right hand has this permanent odor of curry wafting around it that I just can't seem to scrub away. It kind of cracks me up how I indulge in the guilty pleasure of eating with my hands with such gusto. At every meal time I find myself glancing around to make sure dad isn't going to get on my case for not having proper manners. Hee hee. Well, ministry has finally been picking up since we got through the busyness of Christmas and trying to move house for the YWAM base director here. Yesterday I spent some time at the Mother Theresa house here in Kanpur. It houses mentally and physically handicapped adults. I was able to help my nurse friend Silvina dress a womans wound. This woman Onita who I was able to pick up with one arm has an open wound 10 inches long down the front part of her right leg across her foot and under the foot. Her bone is completely exposed all the way down as are the bnoes in the side of her foot and her pinky toe. Last week Silvina dug magots and worms out of the wound for a half hour with tweezers. This week the wound was much better and we only needed to clean it. I spent some time helping Onita move her legs. She needs to do this because her feet are completely swollen due to a lack of movment. I feel such a burden to help the faithful nuns who are so overwhelmed with to much to do and not enough time to properly take care of their patients.
I have still not had the chance to visit my friend Soni who I met when I was last in India. Soni's husband had tried to burn her alive so that he could getanew wife. Silvina and I found her and got her into a hospital where she was able to recover somewhat. Silvina told me that Soni's throat is much worse though. The burns fused her chin and neck together and she needs an operation to seperate them but of course her family can't afford it. Please pray for Onita and Soni. I am looking forward to spending more time with them and sharing more about my Jesus with both ladies.
So new years day I got to go to a party with a bunch of Hindu college students. It was unlike any college party I could have ever imagined. Think ballons, musical chairs, guys dancing like monkeys, a 70's dance floor complete with color block lights, hindi dance mix and chowmein. Very junior high in some ways. Happy New Year!