Gospel In India
Two
months later, I had to return to USA for a funeral. While I was grieving,
Kristin emailed me to say that she is in India. Is she with the
Indian wolf?
She said she is in a province different from his. Then why had she gone to
India? She said to share the Gospel. With whom? She said by herself.
Had she gone mad? Had I not warned her that India is ranked the most dangerous country in the world for women? She replied that India needs the Gospel as well. Yes but that's a place for men to go, not for a beautiful white girl to go by herself. She replied that she had met some Western missionaries but they all stay in their compound and don't even venture outside of it; she is the only one handing out Gospel tracts in the slums.
Aren't the Indian men coming after her? She said they are. In fact, when she was riding in a tuk-tuk through a market, a man had jumped into her tuk-tuk and literally on top her, and she had to push him out through the opening of the tuk-tuk on the opposite side.
Engaging in reckless behavior is another symptom of borderline personality disorder, and she had gone to the most dangerous place on earth for women. In case she had gone to India to get me to come and rescue her, I told her that I am at a family funeral in USA and told her to leave India immediatley before she gets raped, even gang-raped, but she replied that she is staying.
About a week thereafter, she was either drugged or food poisoned in India, got very sick, flew herself out to southeast Asia, took a minibus to the coastal city where we had stayed before going to Israel, had to be rolled into a hospital in a wheelchair, and passed out in its emergency room.