Imagine you were born in a culture that tells your parents that it is perfectly normal for their children to run on the streets unsupervised.
Imagine your mother picks through trash for a living.
Imagine your father is expected to clean out the open sewer with his bare hands because it is the only thing his kind, your kind, is good enough to do.
Imagine reading and writing are beyond even your parents, and education is an unreachable impossibility.
Imagine that you have been told all your life that no one loves you. If you are a girl, imagine that you have been told all your life that you are a burden.
Imagine how miserable you would be, how utterly bleak your future would look.
Now you know what it is like to be a Dalit.
These people are real, and they number in the millions.
They are forgotten, mistreated, and abandoned.
They need help—and more importantly, they need freedom from this bondage of thought that they are no better than street dogs, the kind of freedom that only Jesus brings.
They need to know that God cherishes them, and sees them as precious and beloved.
Everyone else has forgotten about these people—no one cares about them.
But now you know, now you’ve heard about them.
Will you care? Will you remember?
Now that you have learned about these people, I challenge you to not forget them. I challenge you to really imagine what it is like to be one of them, and to ask God to break your heart for what breaks His. And lastly, I especially want to challenge you to do something about it.
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