Three-year-old Saif sat on his haunches beside his mother staring intently at her swift, gentle hands coursing the creamy milk from the brown cow's full udder. Swish! Saif giggled heartily as she squirted a bit of the cow's milk towards his mouth. This was a rare occasion since the milk was not only for their use, but was the family's business. Later, they would make their way to homes nearby and sell the milk to neighbors. Saif's mother was fortunate that she didn't have to make the long trek to town as some of her friends did in order to sell milk. This has been the life of the Muslim Ghosi people for centuries.

Formerly thought to have been Hindu, they have all become Muslim. There are tracts, a fully translated Bible, and many other resources for hearing of the One who loves them and died and rose again for them. But they do not hear. There are spiritual obstacles that keep them away from their Savior.

Pray that prayer warriors will be raised up who will faithfully intercede for the hard ground of the Ghosi heart to be tilled and softened. Pray that Christ's followers will be called to tell the story about Jesus to everyone in a culturally relevant way, simple and appealing, to this tiny speck of humanity.