Thirty years ago, my Dad worked for the family business. He did heating and air conditioning work in the heat of Barstow, California. He may not have hated it, but he certainly didn't love it. Part of his responsibilities included climbing through attics and on rooftops, cutting holes in roofs and patching and sealing those holes. He has, of course, since moved on to other work (more than once).

Fast forward to this year, when he heard the Call and began to lead this team to India. We had no idea what tasks awaited us here. We just knew that there was work to be done, and they needed us to do it.

On Wednesday at our first meeting, when the employees of the Media Centre told they were having trouble with leaks, there was one person on our team who was uniquely qualified to help fix it. Yesterday Dad climbed up on the roof and diagnosed the problem, and we're currently working with the Indian people on a solution (Due to resources, manpower, and climate, we're learning that the Indian solution is often very different than the American solution. We know that "When in Rome..." and so on, but it's still a learning experience.)

Am I proud of my Dad? You bet. But the real point behind this story is that when we put our faith in the Lord, we will see that He puts us where we are for specific reasons to do His work. We may know right away what He is using us for. We may know later. We may never know. But we, the 15 Americans working at the Christian Media Centre in Chennai, are all here for a reason, and that reason is much bigger than any of us.