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India Journal
Mission India Tour Journal
Monday & Tuesday, Jan. 22-23, 2007
I woke Monday morning at 3:10 AM in Orlando. After showering and quietly making my way out of the room I arrived at the airport around 4:30. It was a good thing I was early. The lines were very long. I had one fascinating conversation with a very nice man with a British accent. He lives and works out of Washington D.C. as a promoter for Callaway Golf. It turns out that he is a Christian man with a passion for the Lord. He was from a church in the London area which produced the Alpha Course, which Peter Couser has used with college students. He was delightful to talk with.
After arriving in Chicago @ 8:15 AM I traveled to an airport hotel to meet with the rest of our MI team. The meeting begun @ about 10:30. Here I discover the make-up of our group. It consists of about 25 other LCMS leaders. Most are pastors, and a few are lay people or District executive types. I am the lone DCE. I feel very honored to be a part of the group. We share a bit about our families and why God has directed us towards this trip. I say that I am asking God to reveal something of himself and further clarify my calling to His service. After a soup and sandwich catered lunch headed towards O’Hare airport. We were supposed to depart @ 3:00PM but the flight was delayed. The real departure was 5:30 PM Monday, two hours later than expected. Our first leg of the journey took us to Frankfurt, Germany. The flight lasted about eight hours and 30 minutes. I slept about 1 hour, on this leg of the journey. The sun was coming up as we flew over Scotland. I observed beautiful shades of blue, red, orange and yellow in the sky. This long flight was enjoyable. I set next to man named Terrence Wieteng. He recently retired from Naval Research. He attended MIT, Harvard and Cambridge universities and holds more degrees than I can remember. He had some very fascinating discussions. His career was as a physicist and he helped to develop laser weapon technologies, but his passion is mission work. What a joy to listen to his journey with the Lord. The flight landed at 8:45 AM and we had a two hour layover before going on to Hyderabad.
The Frankfort airport wasn’t good to one of our team members. The only female in the group, I worker from the Mission India office became ill. She and another person stayed back and hope to join us later.
Around 10:30 AM we were checked in and by 11:30 the plane was air born for India.
This time I have a new seat mate. Tom is his name. He pastors a church in the Chicago area. He is working on a D. Min from the St. Louis seminary and is interested is reading and writing on the topic of stewardship of God’s resources, especially focusing on non-renewable energy resources. His first career was in power plant engineering. He and I are both very weary and about half way through the flight our conversations stop in favor of attempted sleep. I would guess the about 2 hours of sleep cam on this leg of the journey. The actual flight lasted about nine and a half hours. When you account for the time zone changes our arrival was at 12:30 AM local time. The luggage gathering process took about two hours and we departed the airport for our hotel at 2:45 AM. As we exit the airport I am stuck by how many people there are out and about at this time of the morning. There are thousands of people and they are everywhere. The streets teem with life. In every direction motorcycles, scooters and unusually small cars fill the streets. Hundreds of people are lined up to greet in coming passengers. Most of the women were saris – the wraps. As we travel to the hotel, about a 20 minute drive, I notice a few things. One observation is there are so many people living on the streets. A second awareness has to do with the power lines. They hang everywhere. Dozens and dozens hang off of each pole. After the arrival and hotel check-in it was 3:30 when I got to the room. We are told to be in the hotel lobby, fed and ready to roll by 8:30. I put in a call for a 7:00 AM wake-up call and crash exhausted into blessed slumber. I thank you God for rest.
Wednesday, Jan. 24 Hyderabad, India
After a breakfast including mango juice, an omelet, toast and coffee the group boards a bus which I hunch was made in the 70’s. It runs well and there is some A/C but I can tell it won’t cool much, even during this the mild season. The temperate I hunch, is in the high 70’s as we travel. During the 20 minute journey to the Seva Bharat (Serve India the name for Mission India in this country), I again am overwhelmed by the vast number of people. I discover that Hyderabad is a city of nearly 7 million people. It is the fifth largest city in India. The city is experiencing an economic boom as is much of India. It is increasingly a source of high tech industry development and everything that goes along with that. The bus stops on a fairy major road and we get out and walk about two blocks. The dirt road which would have taken us all the way to the office is under construction. They are replacing a sewer line. The concrete pipe they are laying is about 24 inches in diameter. I observe many men and some women digging with shovels. I don’t see any backhoes. I wonder if they used that type of equipment earlier in the process or if the work is all done manually. The construction is actually primitive but well crafted. Manual laborers take rocks and cement and construct the supports for drain holes… it’s very different than in the USA. As I turn down a smaller “alley” I see a dumpster and a young girl perhaps eight of nine years of age digging through the rubbish. She is pulling out paper and glass items. I assume that she will sell these items to recyclers for food money. The stench is overpowering. I look away and feel very sad that God’s creatures must live like this.
When we enter the modest office building I hear singing coming from above us. As we continue up several flights of stairs it grows louder. We are instructed to take off our shoes and enter into a red carpeted room. There are about 80 people singing in Telegu as we join the time of worship and devotion. The songs are energetic and filled with emotion. People sing loudly here. Following the one hour of welcome, singing and devotion we are asked to come forward and are each given a beautiful flower garland. It contains jasmine and other fragrant flowers. I feel very humbled to receive such a gift.
We break for tea and I go to find a restroom. I realize they don’t have any TP. Tonight I will “borrow” some from the hotel and carry it with me.
From 10:30 until about 1:30 an overview of the work of Mission India is given. The later part of the morning focuses on the Children’s ministry work. I am very impressed. This past year 4 million students were reached via CBC’s, or Children’s Bible Clubs. They are very similar to VBS in America. This is all done with a very limited staff. I want to learn more.
Our lunch is served on the roof of the office building. We are told there are two types of food available – safe and spicy. I join the locals and grab the spicy. It is indeed spicy – I am sweating on the brow after the first bite of curried chicken, but I love it. The locals eat with their hands, I choose to use a spoon on most of the food.
After lunch we tour the physical plant. Each of the 12 departments gives us a brief overview of their work. There are over 8o people working in very close quarters. I would guess that the building is about 4,000 square feet and it contains 4 floors. The computers are older, there are no fancy office, only the conference room and the Directors office appear to have A/C. I am struck by how many of these people have advanced degrees and have come from the business world. God is really drawing a solid core into Seva Bharat’s team. After the tour we again have a break for tea and then it’s time to go to visit a CBC. Our group will head north to a slum area.
As we go to meet our van I see a scraggly dog eating from the same pile of trash and I again think of the young lady. Oh God, deliver this country from the oppression of caste system poverty.
We drive about 30 minutes in intense, disorganized traffic. We actually pass two golf courses along the way. I am a bit surprised to see them. One of them is on a military base we drive through. A guide tells us that there are seven holes which cross the road while in play. This cracks me up. You actually hit over the moving cars. I would not do well. The further we go the poorer the neighborhoods get. The last 10 minutes we are on a dirt road filled with pot holes. As exit the van and draw many strange looks from the neighborhood. It’s obvious we are out of place, but I don’t feel in any way unsafe. It’s more like we are a novelty. A few hundred yards from our transportation we come upon the CBC. There are about 30 children gathered in an outdoor area between small homes. They are playing a variety of games. Some jump rope and other kick soccer balls, they a few are playing shuttle cock (bad mitten) without a net. The children immediately notice us and come over. One of our group members breaks out a camera and they all want in the picture. After about 10 minutes and 1,000 photos later the teacher places mats on the ground and they all takeoff their shoes and squeeze together. The children sing songs in Telegu, Hindi and one song in English. It was very inspiring. The teacher was in her mid-20’s and had a wonderful smile. When asked how she got started she responded with a great story. It goes like this:
Her pastor had made an announcement that the church would like to get a ministry to children started. She felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit and volunteered. She attended the CBC two day training and in July launched a 10 day CBC. After the event she felt compelled to continue with an daily after school program. They meet from about 5:00 – 6:30 PM. The group had outgrown her small house in the slum area in which she lived. She talked to her neighbor about using the vacant field (an area of about 25 X 40 feet). At her own expense she paid laborers 1,000 rupees, which is about one months wages fro her. In addition she rents the field for the after school program for 100 rupees/week. She does this because she wants the Spirit of God to touch all the children of her neighborhood.
Several students give a retelling of some favorite Bible stories. The first was an 11 year old, she told about Job. Amazing details were given. I don’t know too many kids who are that age who cold tell that story. A six year old told us the story of “Zacheus”. It was a joy to hear via the Telegu translation. During the course of this 90 minute experience the crowd kept growing. There were about 150 people; 30-40 adults, 30 or so teens, and over 60 kids. Our local leader thought that we were becoming too big a scene and that we should leave. I wanted to hang around and talk with the teens. They were a part of the scene but hanging on the fringe. Some were Christian – they greeted me in the name of Jesus. All of the teens wanted to shake hands and speak something in English. It was fun and I wanted to linger, but the leaders insisted we depart.
Night was falling as we returned to the hotel. I was so tired and emotionally drained that I fell asleep on the 30 minute drive. I cleaned up a bit and then went with many of the gang to a pearl shop. Hyderabad is the pearl capital of the world. It was interesting to watch the dealer sell his wares. He was very smooth and confident. We all wanted what he had, it was much like the scene I had just witnessed in the slum. The students wanted what the teacher had. God’s love was way more attractive than little round white oyster blobs. After a buffet supper (9:00 PM) I went straight to bed.
Thursday, 1/25
I wake up at 4:15 AM and can tell that I will not be going back to sleep. I make my way to the office and get a Wi-Fi password and do a bit of e-mail reading. I am pretty amazed by technology. As I begin the process I realize God wants me to be away from that stuff so I can focus on other things. I briefly glance through the material stored in an in-box, and then begin to journal. This time is a joy. I am recalling the past several days and overwhelmed with much of what I am experiencing. After a few hours of time alone with God and the laptop I feel refreshed and go to breakfast. Another omelet and toast and some more experimentation from the Indian breakfast items I shower and go join the bus loading, ready for another day.
Waiting on the bus, while a few stragglers arrive, I look across my street and notice that the area in an open air restroom. Many people walk past – jump into the three sided concrete stall, do their business and move on. There are no places to wash your hands on take care of other hygienic needs. It’s much different and I find myself being almost judgmental, “Why do the leaders of this country not have a higher standard… why do the people allow this to continue…?” God break my heart for people and put away my critical spirit. The questions I am asking are not wrong or bad are they what you want me to learn from this trip – I hunch not.
I walk by the same trash pile this morning on the way into Seva Bharat’s building. The same young lady is picking through the stench. I want to take her picture, but as I look into her eyes I feel something which says, “Don’t exploit my being”. I’m not sure why I feel this way. A part of me says that I should take the photo, it will rouse compassion in many. The bigger part of me says that this is her life. Yes, it is tough to watch but it is me. Accept me…don’t use me. I put my camera down, give a soft smile and move on.
Our worship is again vibrant. The leader takes time to build prayers around many of the songs. “Shine, Jesus Shine” is one that I recall best. He asks God to fill the land of India with his glory, through the work of Seva Bharat, and all of those 100,000 volunteers making CBC’s happen… they pray for people celebrating India’s independence day on Friday – that people would begin to experience freedom and independence from sin and bondage to demons so common in India. The leader asks Jesus to cast Satan from this place of work today and asks that God would provide energy for all workers to produce fruit in the mission. I am again humbled.
The morning session is focused on working through principles of Mission India. I am blessed by this, but am still living in he slum – thinking how can I learn from this? God do you what should I take home and apply from this experience? The model of a highly organized, systematic, vision driven, high expectation movement inspires me. God – please show me how to move next. 11:20 AM It time for tea!!!
ITC transformation - literacy issues – literacy motivational song calls to people... instead of going home and taking a nap after a long day you should come to literacy class… learn to write your name, carry a pen in your pocket and use it every day. The effect of illiteracy include: spiritual darkness, poverty, illness and disease, and child labor.
As I listen to the presentation I keep questioning, what does transformational ministry look like in Fort Worth, Texas or the USA? In Mission India they are specific about doing three things to the very best of their ability: CBC’s, Literacy, and Church planters.
There are 208,920 people waiting for literacy training in India currently. It takes about $30/ person for materials and trainer costs. There is a systematic method. Several people shared about the impact of the literacy programs in there life.
We visit an adult literacy center in a slum area of Hyderabad. Again we arrive in an area led to by dirt roads. The houses are very small – some only 10 X 12 or so. They are stacked next to each other with no room between. There is little or no paint adorning these homes. I assume they have other priorities, like survival. We walk down several doors into a slightly bigger home. The women teaching the literacy class was a story similar to that of the CBC teacher. Her pastor asked if there would be anyone in the body interested in being part of a soul transformation movement which would begin with teaching people to read. She felt the Holy Spirit’s prompting and volunteered. She went through extensive training and recruited 30 people to come each weeknight to her home for one year. There are about 25 women present on this night. They meet in one of the three small rooms (work room in front from which she does seamstress work, living/sleeping area, and the kitchen). The couch is tipped up on it’s side and placed against the wall to maximize floor space. Each learner has a 40 page paperback booklet written in Telegu, a small slate, and a piece of chalk. They sit very close together, each being touched on the left, right and back. Our presence makes things even more cozy! The leader calls on people to read aloud from the workbook. Ladies volunteers to read selected Bible passages which the interpreter then translates. The verses are familiar – but sound even sweeter than usual because of the sing song pitch which only a few months ago was in darkness. The songbirds have come to life. The leader now turns attention to math. She writes simple one digit addition question on the board and again volunteers cipher the problems. Each smiles with satisfaction and a mix of slight embarrassment as we applaud their work. Our leader asks if anyone would be willing to share the difference that being able to read makes in their life. Several stories are presented. They share similar themes; I now can read the buses and know which one to get on, I now can know if I’m getting proper money exchanges when buying things, I will now insist that my children attend school, I feel more confident and can begin a small business. The most touching testimony comes from the oldest women present. I would guess she is in her 50’s. She says that her life is now so much better. She previously was always angry at literate people. She was mad that they had an advantage she did not. She now feels comfortable around readers and even rejoices that she is one of them. When she goes home each night she also teaches her husband to read! Everyone laughs, and many of the ladies also acknowledge that they secretly teach their husbands at night. More laughter! The joy of the Gospel has brought light to this house and to the lives of each of these women. Yeah God! We exit the house and I am again overwhelmed by the scale of the darkness in this place. So much dirt, darkness and oppression. Satan has had his stronghold on Satan for many centuries and won’t easily relinquish this land. On the ride back to the hotel we are told that 48% of all women in India do not read or write. The number is slightly less for men. In rural areas of the subcontinent the percentage is much greater.
After returning to the hotel I am again struck by the disparity in this country. The hotel room where I am lodging is larger than the house that I just returned from. The women I watched taking lessons are just beginning to understand that God has given dominion as a birthright. Education is teaching them that the world which surrounds them is not a static environment which they must simply accept. The Spirit of Yahwah is stirring –empowering them. The culture trains them to believe they are fatefully born into a caste and that this is their destiny. The very best thing you can do is live in harmony – don’t try – accept your role- be happy – contentment is the ultimate goal. The true God has a much better way! Exercise authority over creation, because this is a characteristic of God living in us. It’s 10:00 PM and I’m going to sleep.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Today we awaken at 5:00 AM. I shower dress and go to the coffee shop for breakfast. From the buffet I take toast and several Indian foods. I’m branching out. It’s mostly stuff I don’t recognize. One of the dishes is something like grits, but contains a variety of spices. By 6:00 we are on the bus and headed to the airport. We fly to a city a few hours to the south, called Chennai, or formerly known as Madras. It is the fourth largest city in India. As we step off the plane I notice it is much warmer and more humid here. This city lies on the Bay of Bengal. A bus meets us and onboard we meet Brinda. She will be our guide to see one of the seven sacred temple of Hinduism, it is called Kanchumpurum. It will be a two hour drive. During our journey she tells us of the history of this area, and how the temples developed. The particular one we will visit was build between the ninth and 16th centuries. Different dynasties made contributions along the way, until it morphed into what we will see. Sheva, the destroyer, is the focus of this temple. Sheva is one of the millions of Hindu gods. Every town in India has it’s own god. Each person can develop their own god.
We arrive at the temple at around 11:15 AM. As we are unloading the bus I go and stand near a pavilion area, and am examining the dark granite stone columns. At the base of one looking like an ancient Asher type fertility goddess I notice a 5 rupee coin. This is only worth about 2 cents in the US, but represents several hours worth of work to many of the villagers. I ask our guide about it and she tells me it placed there in offering for prosperity, that the crops and the persons family might bear fruit. I am not certain what will happen too these coins but I hunch that the priests will come later and collect them. As we approach the Towers of Sri Kamakshi I am nearly assaulted by vendors hawking their wares. I try not to make eye contact because I sense this will only encourage them. One vendor an old man, has dozens of sandals on his arms. I show some interest and he states the pair I want is 1,000 rupees. This is a bit over $20. I laugh – okay 750 he says. As I near the temple he keeps pleading and coming down. As we walk into the formal temple area the price has declined to 300 rupees, about $7 US. I said I would think about it on the way out, assuming that he will be gone when I return.
As we enter the temple grounds our shoes must be left behind. We walk through cavernous areas all with different gods to be worshipped. In several places there are priests who take offerings for various powders to placed on the head, incense to burned on the worshippers behalf, on oils to anoint the gods with. This place feels like a strange mix of museum and spiritual darkness. The beautifully crafted stone work is all museum quality artifact, but the spirit of the temple is oppression and control. At we walk through various stations, I notice that the open air vents in the where the ceiling joint the walls are lined with bars, how appropriate, as we are indeed in a spiritual prison. These people are enslaved to darkness, idol worship. There is no transformational power. The only hope is that you live a good and contented life, and come back next time as a higher level of being. The endless cycle of reincarnation motivates the Hindu. They are told not to move up, for in the next life it will better for them, if they learn contentment in current circumstances. No use in planning, developing as a person, becoming educated if this were your lot you would have been born differently. This is the sadness of India. This is what breaks the heart of those who work at Seva Bharat. They know that God has a better way. The calling of Christians is to free people from this bondage. We are to maximize the time God has given us while on this planet, to develop the gifts he has placed in us. Our calling is to make the transforming power of Jesus known to as many as possible with every once of energy within us. In this land of suffering my passion for proclaiming Jesus is the supernatural life changer is being renewed. Thank you God! I ask forgiveness for my contentment with just sustaining the machinery of ministry. Please God of the universe teach me to rely upon you and not myself again.
The rest of the day is spent eating lunch (2.5 hours – they weren’t prepared for our group)… driving back to Chennai, checking into our hotel (another hour + process) a few minutes of down time and dinner. I’m again exhausted as the travel, strange food and spiritual “work” take a toll. It 9:30PM, and again time for bed.
Saturday, January 26, 2007
I awake at 4:00 AM, and lay in bed until 5:00 realizing that my sleep is over. I try to quietly escape from the room and go to the coffee shop downstairs with my computer, to journal and a mindless Clancy novel. I do enjoy the quiet time. I have a sense of peace about where I am and why I am here. I am seeing some of how God is moving and it is stirring me. I am blessed to be a part of this journey. Around 6:30 many others from our group are entering and I put aside the things I have been doing to engage in conversation. Most of the brothers on this journey are delightful to be with. I am feeling more comfortable with each passing day. The trust between most has grown. There are a few who I can tell with not engage, but perhaps God is stretching them in positive ways also. God help me not to be judgmental.
We will leave in a few minutes to go meet with some church planters in more remote areas. This should be another good taste of the heart of Mission India’s work.
The road we take westward is much better than I expected. It is one of the National Highways – a toll road between Chennai and Bangor. It is a divided road with two lanes going each way. Occasionally a vehicle will be going the wrong way on it, but it doesn’t seem to odd in this country – traffic is crazy! After about an hour our driver pulls over – pops the hood - gets out – finds a few rocks – places them somewhere in the engine compartment and then gets back in. The three of us traveling with him look at each other and smile in puzzlement. Another 30 minutes down the road he pulls over again, and changes a low tire. He is very efficient. I’m sure he has performed this task before. After another 45 minutes we arrive at the hotel in Vellore. This terrain here is hilly and lush. The granite outcroppings surround valleys which contain coconut palms, date palms, banana tree, and other tropical plants. Wild flowers abound here. Bougainvillea, trumpet vines, and other flowers seem to take over. While the country side is more beautiful here than in the cities which we have seen, the people become increasing poor as our journey is more rural. We grab lunch and head out…
It takes about an hour to wind through the backroads to find our next CBC, but when we arrive there are over 100 children outside playing a variety of games. We are mobbed by the kids – so this is what it’s like to be a rock star! After shaking the hands of each child, many of the kids come back for seconds, we are ushered into a 25’ x 40’ room. It contains 8 plastic molded chairs, which are lined up in front of the altar. We are invited to sit in these. Everyone else enters and sits on the floor. A very large speaker is in the back corner of the church and the local pastor tries his handheld wireless microphone, it doesn’t work so he asks for another. When he turns this one on it offers some intense feedback. The pastor next to me quips that he is now sure we are in a Lutheran Church! The hour or so long program consists of the same elements we experienced before – we are blessed with a flower garland, we exchange greetings through a translator, children offer some favorites songs, recite scriptures, then one of the pastor’s from our group asks if he can speak to them. He asks if they have heard the story of Jonah. They have not. He speaks a few sentences and then waits for translation. They are so wide eyed and captured by the story, it is wonderful to watch the them absorb the message like hundreds of little sponges. Several students are from Muslim homes. They were invited to attend CBC, the parents however did not want them learning about Jesus. The teacher says that this is the only way the program works, so they allow the children to come. After several weeks one nine year child tells us he wanted to be baptized into Christ. He asks his parents for permission – they agree to it and have since been baptized themselves. When asked why he thought his parents allowed such a thing, he said, “Because Jesus was changing me and they could see it. I no longer fought with them, I studied and started getting good marks, Jesus was giving me joy.” This is the high point of this leg of the journey for me. We return to the SUV type vehicles and depart for a Literacy meeting.
Another hour up into the hills and hundreds of villages later, we encounter a problem. Local farmers have placed some bean-like plants on the road for drying. The sinewy stems become wrapped around the axel of the vehicle in front of us and it can’t proceed within unwinding the stems from the axel. This procedure takes a good 90 minutes. The lead group arrives on time, but the final two vehicles barely see any of the action take place. Instead we attempt to communicate with local farmers, watch cattle and goat herds flow through the area, and observe a Brahman priest carry out his evening ritual duties at a local temple – which is next to the place we are broken down.
One of the IELC pastors who works with Mission India comes from the literacy class to check on us. I ask him what he experiences as the major challenge in his work with the five village churches that he pastor’s. His response is very similar to what I might hear from an American pastor – “keeping God’s people energized for outreach and evangelism” is his answer. This man also serves on the Board of Directors for the IELC. There are other challenges with this group. The vehicle is untangled and we are ready to roll. I ask the Pastor if I can ride on his motorcycle with him. He is glad to have the company. It’s Saturday night in rural India and I’m riding a motorcycle up a bean strew village road. It all feel a bit surreal, and exciting.
The literacy club we discover has only been meeting for one month and a street light in the center of a village. Each of the 50 or so participants is eager to demonstrate writing their name, after about a dozen of so the teacher cuts off the group, some are disappointed that they don’t get to share the newfound skill, but they accept the leadership. This group has many older men, different that the group we observed before. These men wear the traditional wrap around the loins. One man – I guess him to be the eldest – perhaps 60ish - I notice has severe skin discoloration. He seems especially eager to learn. The center of his head is dotted with red, indicating his allegiance to Hinduism. I wonder how he will process a lifetime of one religious system while learning another? Will be come to understand the freedom of life in Christ? I know he is already experiencing the transformation reading brings – will the growth extend beyond this and into eternity? I wonder - will I see this man in heaven?
Again I fall asleep on the way home. My body clock is so out of sorts. After returning the gang goes for small snacks and a beverage. I join them in an outdoor garden eatery. It’s a beautiful night and everything tastes good. I am thankful to be here in the company of these brothers and the Lord.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
I awaken @ 4:30 and lay in bed until 6:30, fading in and out of slumber – mostly out. After an “unusual shower” – the shower and toilet… all run together, it’s time for breakfast. I go to the designated spot and start to feel dizzy and have an upset stomach. I return to the room and decide to stay behind for the day. Our tour leader throws a few antibiotics my way. I take one and zonk out. It’s 12:30 when I awake. The stomach feels better but I still feel a bit weak. I have missed the worship service lead by one Mission India’s church planters. I am disappointed – but look forward to hearing form the group when they return.
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