Monday, June 22, 2015

Lessons from India (for real this time)

So about 6 months ago when I first came home from India I wrote a blog titled "What Did I Learn in India?"  I didn't really answer the question in the blog but instead talked about how I was annoyed with everyone asking me that question.  Well, now I am apologizing to my readers because it is actually very important to reflect on how the stories we live out impact our worldview and sense of personal growth.  It's a question that my mentor asked me last Thursday and so yesterday I sat down for four hours and tried to process some of the events from my time in India.  I discovered that almost every memory and story had a lesson behind it that I had already accepted as a part of my story and identity and had applied in various ways in my life without even realizing it.  I came up with about fifteen stories that imparted important life lessons.  Here are three of them. 

One of my first weeks of ministry in the slums ended in chaotic disaster.  There were two teams of volunteers, named according to the train stations where they went searching for desperate and dying people; Sealdah and Howrah.  Because there was no overall leader each team ran things their own way and had little interaction with each other.  Whoever had the most experience acted as the general leader for each team.  Our ministry was exclusive, not just any volunteer could join, and the Howrah team disapproved of one of the volunteers that the Sealdah team 'let in'.  So she called a meeting.  Neither side would budge.  Howrah demanded he leave and Sealdah insisted he stay.  There was yelling, tension, and hurt feelings on both sides.  The worst part was, the volunteer in question was also one of the meeting attendees!  As part of the solution I volunteered to switch teams.  After having worked with both sides for a while I came to enjoy both and understood why the philosophy needed to be different for each team.  Lessons learned:

  1. All relationships are important.  Your coworkers are just as important as the people you are working to reach. 
  2. Making an effort to walk in someone else's shoes brings reconciliation. 
  3. Mission work is difficult and stressful and missionaries are normal people who need as much grace as anyone else.

Train Station
One of my favorite memories from Kolkata was of a man I approached on a train platform.  I noticed he was homeless and sat down next to him.  He didn't speak any English or Bangla so we couldn't talk but I offered him a little fried snack and he was obviously surprised and excited.  He smiled and gave me a hug, then he rummaged around in his bag for something he could give me.  He didn’t have much of anything, no changes of clothes, no food, no money.  The only thing he had a was a bit of red twisted thread.  It was dirty, knotted and ripped but it was all he owned.  He placed it in my hand and motioned that I should clean it and then turn it into an anklet.  I walked away feeling more encouraged and uplifted than if I had been given a million dollars.  That anklet is one of my favorite possessions to this day.  Lessons learned:

  1. Although ministering to the poor is generally thankless and uncompensated work, the times when you are shown gratitude are worth more than all the money and recognition in the world. 
  2. Sitting next to someone on the street communicates love.  It is an acknowledgement that you have time for them and that you are both of equal importance and stature. 
  3. The poor have as much, if not more, to teach us as we do them. 

Train Platform
The nuns of the Missionaries of Charity taught me a lot in all aspects of life, but the most impactful part of my time with them was probably their Adoration service.  It was basically a daily prayer service an  hour and a half long in a room offering only a concrete floor to kneel on.  Most of the prayer was silent but every once in a while they would sing a hymn a-cappella.  I had to walk over a mile in hundred degree heat to get there and it was at the most inconvenient time possible but I found I could connect with God better than any church I had been to.  Lessons learned:

  1. Even worship songs and the Bible can be distractions at times.
  2. Being together with other people in prayer is powerful, even when there are no words spoken out loud.
  3. There is something about dedicating time to God and prioritizing that time that opens communication with Him.  It might have something to do with the fact that we value things more that we sacrifice more for.

Near the end of my time in Kolkata

It is never too late to process an experience.  I am finding that just taking a few hours to sit down and write out experiences and then asking "what did I learn from that experience?" can be almost as impactful as the experience itself.  It helps you understand yourself better and have some wisdom to share with other people as well. I highly recommend it. 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

2495 Miles from Arizona to Georgia



Slowly my dream started breaking down.  Someone with a deep southern draw was yelling at the top of their lungs "Heeeeeyyy!!"  I began to wake up and slowly my surroundings and circumstances came back to me.  I remembered that I was on a road trip from Arizona to Georgia.  Then I remembered pulling off the highway to camp next to my car on a random dirt road.  Then came back the memory of the longhorn bull that charged me and the two wild boars fighting that woke me up.  I realized it was late in the morning and the sun was glaring off my sleeping bag.  The sound of a giant diesel pickup truck invaded my senses along with the smell of dust and cow dung.  "HEEEYYYYY!! You aluave?!!"  I sat up quickly and shouted in no particular direction with the cheeriest voice possible "Oh hey!  I hope you don't mind me crashing here for the night!  I was just passing through!"  My eyes couldn't focus on anything yet but I could vaguely make out the outline of an old cowboy standing 10 yards off with his hands at his hips like he was in a wild west shoot-out.  "You ain't sposed to be here!  That's the LAW!"  "Oh yeah, sorry about that, I -"  "You better git goin then!"  I'm not sure why but I yelled "thanks!" as I scrambled out of my sleeping bag and stuffed it into my car.  I stomped on the gas and high-tailed it out of there.  What a crazy night. 

The ill fated campsite

A roadrunner and an infantry of bugs decided to destroy my foglight 
Breakfast!
Two hours later I had a cup of coffee in the cup-holder, the cruise control was set at 82, my teeth were bushed, my eyes were clear, and I had calmed down enough to laugh out loud in my car every time I replayed the scene over again in my mind.  This had been a great trip so far.  The first day I had got to have brunch with my good friend Katie James in Tucson, met a guy named Blake who had driven his scooter all the way from South Carolina to be a part of a church in Tempe AZ but had subsequently been kicked out because he "couldn't possibly have a right relationship with God if he believed the earth was flat", peered into Juarez from a taco food truck, and somehow made it all the way to Big Bend National Park by 1 AM. 

Lunch
Pulling over to watch the sun set

Big Bend had been everything I was expecting and more.  Jack rabbits, deer, wild boar, and even black bears made their presence known.  Empty roads wound for hundreds of miles through forested mountain ranges and parched desert.  A hot sun beat down through deep blue skies on the swift blue waters of the Rio Grande as it cut its way through thousand-foot canyons and sandy marshes.  I hiked three trails, saw a group of immigrants swimming across from Mexico, and powered through 40 mph curves at 85.  Well worth every minute of the 400 mile southern detour. 

Is that a 3 or an 8? 
The Beautiful Rio Grande
Illegal Immigrants?

























Yep.


























Up in the mountains of Big Bend National Park























An 8000 foot summit in the Chisos Mountains
Camping

Now the scenery was gradually starting to look more like the east coast and less like the Southwest.  Tall
trees lined interstate 20 as it undulated over green rolling hills.  Once I hit Dallas the last of the cactus disappeared.  I was going to miss the jagged peaks and brilliant sunsets of the desert but for now my eyes were feasting on all this green. 

A remnant of the Civil War on the banks of the Mississippi
It was a little surreal being in downtown Dallas with white men in business suits maneuvering hastily around skyscrapers and sidewalk cafes after having spent three days driving through barren wasteland.  I hung my camera unashamedly from my neck and gaped at the crazy sculptures and Ferraris. 

Bizarre sculpture #1
Bizarre sculpture #2
lunch
After an amazing time talking and laughing with my good friend Sarah Wholgemut over margaritas and ceviche tacos in Plano I hit the road again.  Back on the blacktop with familiar songs blaring over my radio, I set the cruise control and propped my knee up on my leather seat.  I had lost track at this point just how many days I had been doing this.  Life drifted past the window and it seemed more appropriate to admire the sun setting in my rearview mirror than try to count how many times it had gone down or had yet to come up before I reached my destination.  Tonight I was going to get a motel room.   


Thanks for treating me to dinner Sarah!  Despite the fact I look homeless!
Admiring the sunset in my mirror again

I've now been in Gainesville for three days.  The rest of the 2495 miles went smoothly and I had the pleasure of staying with my cousin Ashlynn the last night.  I am now settling in to my new home and have already started training and planning for India.  I couldn't have thought up a better start to this adventure than an epic roadtrip across the south.  Thanks God for picturesque sunsets, adventures, and even Texas.  


My new home!

Vehicle: 2002 BMW 330Ci
Miles traveled: 2495
Time taken: 4 days and 6 hours
Average MPG: 29.1
Maximum speed: 130 mph
Total cost of vehicle: $4000
Total cost of gasoline: $235
Total cost of lodging: $39.99
Number of photos: 329
Number of stories I will be telling the rest of my life: 17


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