She is the head midwife in one of the villages we work in in South India. We had just finished participating in the daily milk program we started a few months ago – each pregnant women receives one liter of milk and a mother with a newborn daughter receives 2 liters of milk. Sister Malar (one of our paid staff) also works with the pregnant women to educate them on prenatal care and schedules and travels with them for their monthly checkups at the hospital.
It is easy me to have rage and anger for this women when I hear her tell us that she has proudly killed 5 of her own daughters. I also know that her hands have killed (The practice in this village is the new born girl is taken from her mother at birth, placed in a jug filled with water until she expires. The dead baby girl is then buried by her siblings in the front yard of their home) hundreds if not thousands of girl babies in this village alone over her lifetime (2 years ago up to 50 girl babies were killed each year just in this one village).
But God tells me to have compassion on her. To pray for her. She has lost all hope. She has been beaten by her husband for only bearing girls (I know its the male that determines the sex of the child). She has been mocked and spit upon by her neighbors for only giving her husband one son to care for them in their old age. For years she beat her son’s wife and treated her as a slave. She has drown her own granddaughters. she hates her daughter-in-law because her husband treats her as his young second wife. Now, her daugher-in-law has started to seek revenge for the years of mistreatment and has started to beat her. You can feel the evil surrounding this women – she is most likely possessed by a demonic spirit that has attached itself to one of the many Hindu gods she worships.
In India you hear stories time and time again of a man of peace, dressed in a white robe appearing in a vision or a dream to a person. After the visit the person’s life is transformed. They become a new person in search of a true God that will give them hope, a purpose and heart of love. God may have a different plan for changing the heart and attitude of this midwife. It may be through Brother Phillip, Sister Malar, Raj, Prema or through the actions of a strange white man with gray hair from America.
I would like to ask everyone that reads this post to download this photo, share it with others and pray with me that God will touch the heart of this misguided woman in a small rural village in South India. He already knows her name and exact location.