MUMBAI

Saya tinggal di Mumbai—a city that never sleeps, where dreams stretch as high as the skyscrapers and heartbreak runs as deep as the sea that borders our shores. Each morning, I join the tide of millions moving through the streets—some chasing success in glass towers, others simply struggling to make it through another day. The trains are packed, the traffic never ends, and ambition fills the air like a pulse. Yet behind every face, I sense the same quiet ache—a longing for something more, for Someone more.

Mumbai is a city of extremes. In one moment, I pass luxury apartments that scrape the sky; in the next, I walk through lanes where whole families live in a single room. It’s a place of art and industry, wealth and want, brilliance and brokenness. The rhythm of commerce never stops, but so many hearts remain restless, searching for peace that the world cannot give.

What breaks me most are the kanak-kanak—the boys and girls who wander the train stations, sleep beneath flyovers, or beg at traffic lights. Their eyes hold stories of pain no child should know, and I often wonder what Jesus sees when He looks at them—how His heart must break, and yet how much He loves this city and its people.

But even in all this noise and need, I can sense Roh Tuhan bergerak—quietly, powerfully. Followers of Jesus are rising up in love: feeding the hungry, rescuing the forgotten, praying through the night. I believe revival is coming—not just in church buildings, but in film studios, factories, offices, and homes. The Kingdom of God is drawing near, one heart at a time.

I am here to love, to serve, to pray—to be His witness in this city of dreams and despair. I long to see Mumbai bow before Jesus, the only One who can bring beauty from chaos and peace to every restless heart.