The week started off with an interesting event: me being bit by a mouse. The little vermin ran past my exposed foot (I was wearing sandals), and bit one of my toes. There was only thing I could do: freak out. The fear of tetanus, rabies, or some other painful disease began entering my head. Thankfully, my wonderful friends here cleaned the cut made by the rodent, which eased my mind. They then asked if I had been given a tetanus shot prior to coming to India, and to that I gave a reassuring "I don't know". Within minutes I was on the back of a motorcycle, on my way to a doctor's office at 10:30 pm. As my friend and I went around the small streets, we passed many a doctor's office. "Why aren't we going to any of these" I asked. My friend informed me that most of these doctors were not legitimately trained doctors and that he was taking me to a family friend who they know has a proper degree in medicine. For this reason, among MANY others, it is always good to have a local friend you can trust. Had I been by myself, I would have gone to one of these imposters of medicine. We arrived, I panicked (needles terrify me), and then the tetanus shot was administered. All in all, it wasn't a bad experience, and I learned about how to sift through the many doctors offices in the area. Oh, and not to mention my friends easing my "traumatic" experience by taking me out for ice cream and donuts afterwords.
Luggage Leaver
To pursue Jesus, you may need a passport
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Trauma
The week started off with an interesting event: me being bit by a mouse. The little vermin ran past my exposed foot (I was wearing sandals), and bit one of my toes. There was only thing I could do: freak out. The fear of tetanus, rabies, or some other painful disease began entering my head. Thankfully, my wonderful friends here cleaned the cut made by the rodent, which eased my mind. They then asked if I had been given a tetanus shot prior to coming to India, and to that I gave a reassuring "I don't know". Within minutes I was on the back of a motorcycle, on my way to a doctor's office at 10:30 pm. As my friend and I went around the small streets, we passed many a doctor's office. "Why aren't we going to any of these" I asked. My friend informed me that most of these doctors were not legitimately trained doctors and that he was taking me to a family friend who they know has a proper degree in medicine. For this reason, among MANY others, it is always good to have a local friend you can trust. Had I been by myself, I would have gone to one of these imposters of medicine. We arrived, I panicked (needles terrify me), and then the tetanus shot was administered. All in all, it wasn't a bad experience, and I learned about how to sift through the many doctors offices in the area. Oh, and not to mention my friends easing my "traumatic" experience by taking me out for ice cream and donuts afterwords.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Reprieve
A view from one of my favorite spots in the city, which often brings a much needed reprieve
Writing this blog from South Asia still feels surreal. I have already been here for nearly a month and each day continues to bring new surprises. Whether it's a new food which fills my nostrils with its (often overwhelming) aroma, or a new musical sound which soothes (or pierces) my ears; there is so much to take in. "Loud" would definitely be a word I would use to describe the experience thus far. Unfortunately, the volume of the spiritual darkness could also be described as being loud. Whether it's the call to prayer from the mosques, the ringing of bells by the Hindu priests, or simply the cries of souls searching for hope. Discouragement is hounding as the enemy attempts to remove me and others from this place. However, the call remains, "Go ye therefore, and teach all nations..." Many times struggles have come this past month, but relying on the Comforter has been a blessing beyond expression. He has taught me that He was meant to be our complete sustenance, and He satisfies fully.
"But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you." 1 Peter 5:10
Writing this blog from South Asia still feels surreal. I have already been here for nearly a month and each day continues to bring new surprises. Whether it's a new food which fills my nostrils with its (often overwhelming) aroma, or a new musical sound which soothes (or pierces) my ears; there is so much to take in. "Loud" would definitely be a word I would use to describe the experience thus far. Unfortunately, the volume of the spiritual darkness could also be described as being loud. Whether it's the call to prayer from the mosques, the ringing of bells by the Hindu priests, or simply the cries of souls searching for hope. Discouragement is hounding as the enemy attempts to remove me and others from this place. However, the call remains, "Go ye therefore, and teach all nations..." Many times struggles have come this past month, but relying on the Comforter has been a blessing beyond expression. He has taught me that He was meant to be our complete sustenance, and He satisfies fully.
"But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you." 1 Peter 5:10
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Perspective
A musty, old-shed
like smell welcomed me as I entered the apartment. I quickly scanned the room
to assess the damage that took place during my week long absence in Madhya
Pradesh. I had been doing language training, yet the entire week I had the
apartment in the back of my head. The monsoon season can easily cause a slew of
problems on an empty apartment. Thankfully, the living room didn't seem too
affected. My room, however, was. The outer wall was covered with mold, as were
my clothes, bedding, and luggage. Due to the mold, the paint was also peeling
off the walls and the ceiling. A rush of blood flowed to my head as I grew
frustrated with the state of my home. Rest is generally what I want after a
trip, not a mess of mold to clean. All the same, it had to be done.
After a good three hours of cleaning and washing, the
apartment was in a relatively normal state. The mold on my bedroom walls,
however, was still there. There was little sleep to be had due to my allergies
reacting to the mold. The next day I was tired and becoming annoyed with the
Indian summer weather. My house in the states grew increasingly appealing.
However, after retrieving some medicine from the neighborhood chemist (and some
tasty vada pav), I felt more at ease about residing in South Asia.
That evening, I met with a local friend to do some work in
the city. I went and met Amith* with a slight self pitying attitude, but was
looking forward to what he had planned all the same. We walked from a coffee
shop to a neighborhood fifteen minutes away. The longer we walked, the more
impoverished the surroundings became. Street dogs littered the narrow pathway
which took us winding through what felt like hundreds of shops. It then hit me
that within fifteen minutes we had left a prominent neighborhood and entered
into a slum. I remembered I'm in India, the land of contrast.
We continued walking - dodging trash, animals, and fecal
matter as we made our way to an unknown destination. The homes we passed were
one room, concrete structures stacked two to three stories high. Laundry draped
over the power lines and street lamps, making a colorful jungle of linen. Wives
were preparing their roti, dal, and chai for their incoming husbands. The maze
of alleyways suddenly led to a large opening of an enormous heap of trash, with
three or four shacks scattered among the pile of rubbish. The stench was overwhelming,
and the only thing to do was place my hand over my nose so as to ease the
influx of "aroma". Just as I did, though, I saw several young
children come running to greet Amith. They were all barefoot, covered in dirt
and lice, some without shirts or pants; but they all wore smiles.
We were welcomed into one of these shacks with a cheerful
"Praise the Lord!" from the lady of the house. I was crushed by the
state of this place. It was constructed by concrete, palm leaves, tarps, and
bamboo poles. There was one bed for the entire family of five. I quickly shook
off my shocked state and focused on what we were there to do. We sat crammed on
the floor, with our shoes off and our hearts eagerly ready to serve. We taught
the children stories of love and hope, sang with them, and colored some
pictures. As our time with them came to a close, we were asked if we would like
some chai (a common courtesy of the host here, no matter how financially
unable). Accepting the offer, we sipped chai, had a cheery conversation, and
walked away. I looked back to see the kids resume their playing. Not on a
playground, but on trash piles full of rats and other creatures. Returning to
my big "mess" of an apartment became a newly realized blessing.
*Name changed
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Home
After a week in New
Delhi, I flew to the city in which I will be residing for the remainder of my
stay. This mega city overwhelms you with it's number of residents. The city's
population margin of error is greater than the population of my home state in
the U.S. That is just crazy.
From the airport, my roommate and I made our
way to our apartment. Right away I noticed something I liked about this city:
the autos and taxis are required to go by meter, so you don't have to worry
about being cheated or arguing over twenty rupees every time you go out. This
doesn't sound like a big deal, but after spending a week in Delhi where you
have to argue with auto walas constantly, you appreciate this.
We quickly reached our apartment, which is
only fifteen minutes from the airport. Excitement filled me as I thought about
how the place would look. All I knew was that it had two bedrooms, a western
toilet (praise be), and was on the fourth floor. As we pulled into the
complex, though, my enthusiasm was promptly crushed. Not to complain, but
this place is less than desirable. Neither my roommate or I are too enthused
about calling this place "home" for the next few months. However, I
am grateful for a place to stay, even if it isn't aesthetically pleasing.
Putting the actual apartment aside, the
neighborhood we are in is perfect. It is very Indian, with little to no
western stores or restaurants nearby. There is a barber, a vegetable and fruit
market, and numerous fabric stores all within walking distance. I am looking
forward to exploring the ins and outs of this neighborhood.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Beginning
Should I run? was my first thought upon arriving at Denver International. There had been a storm system over the airport which delayed our landing. I already had a short layover, and this only made matters worse. As more time elapsed during the taxiing process, the answer to my question was yes.
Heaving my excessive luggage through the airport in New Delhi was tiring, yet my excitement of arriving was greater. There I stood, in a slightly familiar place, with the next five months packed in my bags. Did I forget something? was a recurring thought of mine. If so, it was too late now. I was stepping foot into India, my home for the next five months. And so, this journey begins.
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