The smell of alcohol from the open and empty bottles spread across the floor assaulted their nostrils as soon as they crossed the threshold. When Divya made eye contact with her father, Mukul, she could nearly predict what he was going to say." Give me the money," he demanded, "I am in need of a refill." But what could have ended as a hopeless story, God brought transformation and hope through the witness of one brave missionary. Read this story!
Madhurima Banerjee [not pictured] knocked on yet another door. She stood with a bamboo basket filled with fresh, green vegetables balanced on her head, waiting for someone to open the door and buy the goods she carried. This was how she earned her living. Every day, she went door-to-door selling vegetables, and every day the load became heavier and heavier for her to bear. Read the rest of her story.