We're on a train headed to Rajamundry. The four of us, and Pastor Joshi (Uncle) are on air-conditioned sleeper car and will be traveling for 9 hours. My dad is scheduled to teach at the Bible college in the morning. We had church this morning and it was such a blessing. The Reddy's added a second floor to their home to accommodate the extra space for the church. Sunday school children were downstairs and taught by Deborah, a 19-year-old college Indian student at an Australian university. Adults were upstairs. We were honored again with lilly and rose garlands. The are such sweet people. Auntie asked if I would like to take pictures of the children and teach them an American song. I taught "Shake the Devil Off." I was also given an opportunity to give a testimony. I spoke of how God healed me of cancer. Though they didn't know much English, and Deborah translated in Hindi, "Cancer" seemed to be a universal term. It was noticeable when mouths dropped open. Deborah explained that most people don't understand that cancer is curable. The kids seemed to genuinely like me and warmed up to me after a while. After church they were all smiles and wanted to be in photos. They also taught me a song in Hindi. Being in India has taught me a lot about differences in culture. After meeting a pregnant woman on the train and asking about the sex of the child, Uncle told me it is illegal to know the sex before birth and the doctor will be penalized. Dinner was a challenge. Auntie kept our plates full of food, but tempered down the curry to our satisfaction. Not eating or not eating more was not an option. I like being here. The people stare and stare hard. Sometimes a smile breaks the ice and sometimes it doesn't . I think I won over the kids at the Sunday School class. But I realize they act just like Americans who see a foreigner. We all pre-judge. I often wonder what their perception is of us as Americans....we're all rich?...meticulous about our health?...disloyal to family by not caring for elderly parents? I like it here. The rest of the sleeper car is going to bed, so I guess I will too. The births (beds) are crammed and stacked 3 high on each side with 2 additional births on the opposing wall. I am on the second tier.  It is 11:50 am back home.  There is a train attendant who doesn't seem to like me. Oh well. Let him keep staring.