We called it Candy Land at first. A place so remote that it doesn’t even appear on maps. Bumpy miles and hours pass as we drove through square plots of sugarcane fields down a single endless baby powder dust filled road. We saw the kids all eating the raw sugarcane on the way there and the name stuck.
The villages correct name we determined ( as much as we were able too ) is called Laximinya. It’s a few miles north of the India border in the remote terai area of southern Nepal. The church meets upstairs in a rented,run down and structurally wobbly and creaky second floor wood room and every inch is packed with worshipers of our Lord when we arrived on a very cold day in January.
They told us “There’s no problems with snakes coming up into the church now because it’s too cold, but in the summer they will be back to hide from the heat.” What kinds of snakes we dared to ask wide eyed. “Cobras”. After our gathering they took us less than a mile from the soon to collapse upper room to a beautiful blank canvas of a grass field.
They showed us the start of a modest sized foundation and told us their hopes and dreams to have a structurally safe and cobra free place to worship God someday! Helping our brothers and sisters in Laximinya was heavy on all our hearts and thanks to very generous donations we were able to help them with the new church project. They’ve started to build and will complete it as clear weather permits since it’s monsoon season there now. What a joy to hear how happy they were that God answered their prayers using us. I can’t imagine anything sweeter.