Yo vivo en Kanpur, a city that never seems to rest. The streets hum with the sound of looms, engines, and voices, the air tinged with the scent of leather and dye from the old mills that once made this the “Manchester of the East.” Just beyond the city’s edge, the Río Ganges flows quietly, carrying with it the prayers, ashes, and stories of generations—people longing for purity, for meaning, for peace.

Here, life feels raw and real. Laborers rise before dawn, children weave between cars selling trinkets, y students crowd classrooms, chasing the faint hope of a better future. There is grit in this city, and determination too—but beneath it all, I feel a deep hunger. An ache for something lasting, something unbreakable.

When I pass the railway platforms, where families sleep under thin blankets and young boys polish shoes for a few rupees, I whisper a simple prayer: “Jesus, let Your light reach here.” Because I believe it can. The same hands that shaped the stars can touch these streets, these hearts, this city.

Kanpur carries the soul of India—resilient, colorful, and searching. I believe God has placed His people here for such a time as this: to love without fear, to serve without pride, and to pray without ceasing until His peace breaks through the noise. One heart at a time, I know He’s writing a new story here.

• Orar por the working poor, factory laborers, and street children to encounter the compassion and provision of Jesus. (Psalm 113:7–8)

• Orar por the Church in Kanpur to rise in unity and courage, bringing the light of Christ into every neighborhood. (Mateo 5:14–16)

• Orar por the Spirit of God to move among students, workers, and families—revealing truth amid striving and survival. (Juan 8:32)

• Orar por transformation along the Ganges—that those seeking cleansing in its waters would find true purity in Jesus. (1 John 1:7)

• Orar por revival to flow through Kanpur like a river—healing hearts, restoring hope, and rewriting the story of the city. (Habacuc 3:2)