Well the “no more parachute Dr. Jones” plane ride ended up not being so bad after all. I think all the chickens are hidden under the plane flapping their little wings to keep us in the air. Either way, it sure does beat taking a 24+ hour train ride from Delhi to Calcutta. In a few minutes I will be reunited with my good friend Rev. KK Ullas again. I can’t wait to see my wife’s reaction with him after all these years of speaking about him. I wonder if he will be to her what I described him to be. I wonder if he’s aged or changed. Probably not as that man’s is all Indian: durable and stout but soft and playful. Today we spend time at a new orphanage in Calcutta that I have never been to before. I think it’s still rather small, but if I know my friend, money or no money, he will have it full of orphan children sooner than later. The team plans on doing one of our Bible skits (of course we’ll just wing it as we procrastinated on practicing) and then just playing and loving on the kids some. If time allows we will take them into town to buy clothes, shoes, school supplies and of course toys! Right now some Indian kids are waking up and don’t even realize that a few crazy Americans are coming with Christmas today! Got to go. They are serving breakfast and I need to determine if it’s edible. ;) Feeling fine and frisky and amazingly not so tired…Some one back home please hug my baby for me.

PS Breakfast wasn’t bad: fresh fruit, and something unidentifiable that tasted like spicy vegetable stew with Indian stuffing on the side.