I live in Siliguri, a city where borders meet and worlds collide. Nestled at the foothills of the Himalayas, our streets are filled with the sounds of many languages—Bengali, Nepali, Hindi, Tibetan—and faces from every direction. Refugees come here seeking safety from Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, and Tibet, carrying stories of loss, hope, and longing. Every day, I see how fragile life can be and how deeply people hunger for peace—peace that only Jesus can give.

Siliguri is called the “Gateway to the Northeast,” and I often think about how true that is in the Spirit, too. This place connects nations—it could also become a gateway for the Gospel to flow through India and into the nations beyond. Yet, the brokenness is heavy. Poverty presses hard, children sleep in bus stations, and people carry invisible wounds from generations of displacement and division.

Still, even in the weariness, I sense God moving. I see hearts softening, quiet conversations about hope, small gatherings of prayer lighting up dark corners. Jesus is here—walking among the crowded markets, whispering truth into lives that have been told they are forgotten.

I am here to be His hands and feet—to love the refugee, the weary worker, the wandering child. My prayer is that Siliguri would become more than a border city—that it would be a place where heaven touches earth, where His light breaks through the mist of confusion, and where the nations that pass through here would encounter the love and salvation of Jesus Christ.

- Lord Jesus, every day I see people who have fled their homes—Tibetans, Nepalis, Bhutanese, Bangladeshis—seeking safety and a new beginning. My heart aches for them. I pray You would be their true refuge, their comfort in loss, and their hope for the future. May Your church in Siliguri rise to embrace them with love, hospitality, and dignity.
- Siliguri is called the “Gateway to the Northeast,” but I believe, Lord, You have called it to be a gateway for Your glory. I pray that the roads leading out of this city—to Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, and Tibet—would carry not just trade and travelers, but the message of Your Kingdom. Use us, Your people, to bring light to the nations that pass through here.
- Jesus, I see the children sleeping near the train stations, selling trinkets on the streets, and growing up without hope. Please draw near to them. Raise up men and women who will nurture, teach, and protect them. Let Siliguri become a place where the orphaned find family, and the forgotten find purpose in You.
- There are many churches here, Lord—small fellowships, house gatherings, and faithful believers scattered across the city. I pray for deep unity, humility, and courage among us. May we serve together as one body, loving without competition, and shining as a united testimony of Your grace to every tribe and tongue represented here.
- Father, I pray for peace over Siliguri—over its crowded streets, border crossings, and weary hearts. Let Your Spirit sweep through this land, breaking the power of despair and fear. May Siliguri become known not for its struggles, but as a city of hope—where Your name is lifted high, and where every nation that passes through encounters Your love and salvation.