I sorta like the smell of urine!


 “Most Christians will  live and die in the box of comfortable religion and miss their calling!”

The following are today’s thoughts by my friend Paul Gilfoy who is a missionary in India. 

I sorta like the smell of urine. It reminds me of one of the best places on earth. I find it comforting. weird right…
Let me explain.
There are various homes for the blind, homes for the deaf, or homes for the mentally disabled throughout Bombay. It is awesome and comforting to see.
But working at Ashadaan is different. In Mother Teresa’s home, they do not reject anyone who comes in. They accept those whom the other homes reject. They will receive in ALL. And, they will love them! (I’ve already spoken previously of the condition in which some are brought in**)
Well… what happens when you accept those who are so severely mentally disabled – so mentally disabled that even Special homes reject them? Well, it can just get a little messy.
Luckily, love abounds so strongly throughout the home that you literally can tangibly feel it if you spend enough time there. I genuinely love serving at Ashadaan.
Well, a lot of the kids don’t have functioning bladders. And, a lot of the kids don’t have any way to functionally be fed. And so… yes… it becomes a little messy. But that is where the awesome role we are here for comes in. We get to love these kids. We get to feed these kids. We get to serve these kids. And that is very precious to my heart. We get the pleasure of watching these kids whom society has completely rejected (at best… attempted murder at worst**). We get the pleasure of watching light begin to spring up on their faces. We get to see joy enter their demeanor. We get to see smiles come across their faces. And yes… we get to laugh with the kids when they so graciously  spit up all their food onto us. And we get to laugh with the kids when they just barely miss their mouths… and spill all their chai on their fresh pair of clothes. (I’m pretty sure some of them go through at least 4 pairs a day  ).
So… I love the smell of Ashadaan… and all its mess: The smell of spilled curry, and disinfectant, and spilled chai, and more disinfectant, and yes… the smell of urine, as dirty diapers abound.  I love the smell of urine because it reminds me of one of the best places on earth: a place where the broken and deserted are made whole. And, light shines in the darkness. Only through His love!

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Paul Glifoy and me in NY.

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