Thursday, April 20, 2006

Reflection: Skip Dodge

The March 2006 India Construction Mission trip to the Village of Anumanthai Kappam, India (just north of Pondicherry) challenged me in all ways. I will never be the same again as there are new challenges ahead of me now. The love that has developed for the people of India has consumed my mind since I have returned and I wish I could do so much more for the people of India.

I have learned so much during the Mission Trip to India, but most importantly I learned that Love is the same in any culture, language, or country. To be in India to build houses for the handicapped who had lost their houses from the Tsunami was so awesome. The love and passion that has built up in my heart for the people of India will forever be with me.

I was challenged as I met one of the house owners who had polio in his right foot. He was up walking around and I thought about how he was so happy despite his condition. He kept us company as we dug holes the first day and through out the week he would come by to say hi. Seeing him made all my tiredness seem like nothing.





I learned to communicate with Indian people with and w
ithout a translator. It’s amazing what just a smile and actions can mean when you can’t speak to one another. I also got the opportunity get to know my team mates better even ones I didn’t know at all before going.


I learned the true meaning of team through-out the whole week, but especially while we were in Paris. Everyone stuck by my side during the moments of getting through the Paris Security. I was scared, but at the same time felt a sense of peace. It’s in the times of testing when you truly find out who is there for you and this team was there for me. We had a great leader, Jack Magruder who was in charge of the trip.

Sunday, March 26, 2006 celebrated my 10th year from becoming a Christ-Follower. It was so awesome to be able to share my testimony in the Church Planter’s Churches, India, the country I started out in. So many emotions flooded my mind as the day and trip went on. Again I felt so unworthy of the life Christ had called me to in America, but how I had recommitted myself to do whatever it is that Christ has called me to do.

What changed me the most was meeting Murali. Murali was a carefree little 8 year old boy whose smile and character melted my heart. When I think about Murali, I am always reminded that the Lord calls us to be child-like and not to worry about what will happen, but to serve Him unconditionally. Murali’s smile and character will be with me forever and I gave Murali my bandana as a part of me in hopes that he will realize that I came in the name of Jesus to help him and others of India.

Before heading home.......


On Thursday before heading home the team had the opportunity to visit St. Thomas - one of the twelve disciple's tomb.











Also had the opportunity to shop at Spencer Plaza.









And then went to the Meridian for supper before going to the airport to depart back to the U.S.

The Finished House

On Wednesday we finished House #1 and had the house dedication. We were presented with "lays" from the Indian people which had wonderful smelling flowers.

Here is the team receiving their "lays"

Villiage Culture Program



Tuesday evening the Villiage of Anumanthai, India put on a little cultural show for us. Here all the kids are on the stage dancing for us.























Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Peekaboo!


Here in India, the masons leave a one-brick wide hole in the walls in order to have "slots" into which to put the poles for the scaffolding when they construct it on the outside of the building in order to plaster and mortar over the brick.

Chad is playing "Peekaboo" here... mainly just because i asked him too for the picture.

Indian Geography 101...

Randy Haycock gets a lesson in Indian geography from the TBL guys! Click here to see this humorous but memorable 101 survey.

Point of Interest from The Shogun...

Just got an e-mail from Rob (we're both in India, but are about 8 hours apart from each other at the moment). He said that he has uploaded an on-line photo album of his pictures from this trip so far. Unlike our team (with predominately a construction focus), he has been visiting churches and training church planters, as well as conducting the graduation for the next "batch" of Purpose Driven Training pastors. Click here to go to his album.

Digital Postcards: Balloo

We can’t do “digital postcards” without at least having one TBL guy give you a shout out! Seen here is Balloo (like the Bear from Kipling’s Jungle Book), one of the TBL team leaders and certainly one of the most comical and fun people you will ever meet. Click here to see Balloo’s message to everyone back home!

Digital Postcards: Samuel Peter


Samuel Peter also had something to say, so we filmed it and am including it here. Click
here to see Samuel Peter’s “digital postcard” to you guys back home.

Digital Postcards: Tina Kiehn


Tina Kiehn is an official honorary team member! She works for Habitat as a Site Volunteer Coordinator, and is an amazing person. She has worked for Americor, and now lives in Pondicherry where she helps coordinate local Indian Habitat builds with outside partners (such as GCC/TBL). She has a great sense of humor, is an exceptionally hard worker, and has helped to keep the team’s morale and spirits flying high. When I asked her to take a crack at a “digital postcard”, this is what she said (click here).

Digital Postcards: Elaine Bader


Click here to see Elaine Bader's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Terry Akins


Click here to see Terry Akin's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Kevin Maggert


Click here to see Kevin Maggert's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Shelly Jackson


Click here to see Shelly Jackson's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Skip Dodge


Click here to see Skip Dodge's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Velma Rassi


Click here to see Velma Rassi's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Les Rassi


Click here to see Les Rassi's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Sue Haycock


Click here to see Sue Haycock's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Randy Haycock

Click here to see Randy Haycock's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Dan Blacketor


Click here to see Dan Blacketor's digital postcard.

Digital Postcards: Shannon Papp

Crew! I SUPER apologize for this, but i somehow lost Shannon's "postcard" in the transfer from my Cybershot to my laptop. I'll get it again tomorrow and re-upload it as soon as i can. Sorry... stay tuned! -samurai jack

Digital Postcards: Chad Anderson

To see Chad Anderson's digital postcard, click here.

A Good Word!


Many of the fishing vessels along the coast have the word PREPARE painted on their sides. I thought initially that this might be a reminder to be ready for the likelihood of another tsunami, but it turns out that PREPARE is actually an organization that has organized and provided fishing vessels for the families that lost theirs when the tsunami hit. A family without a livelihood is a family that has (or quickly will have) more problems than just lack of work, so PREPARE works to source corporate and individual donors to supply boats and some other materials (such as tackle and netting) back to those who lost them. Still, the irony of the word and the fact that they were plastered onto the side of the livelihoods of those who suffered most from the tsunami was striking. PREPARE indeed!

This Wasn’t a Prop From “Jaws”…


Want to see what happens when a 35 foot wave picks up a fishing vessel and smashes it into the village ½ mile inland? This boat was fractured cleanly into 3 segments, and is still sitting useless along the shore. One of the things that amazed us the most about these villages is that the debris from houses, boats and everything else has pretty much been “locked in time” and doesn’t look much different than it did 16 months ago. Some additional pictures here show how boat hulls have only rudimentarily been fashioned into shelters, and the skeleton shells of many houses wiped away still remain untouched.

Tsunami Wake...


After work today, we had the opportunity to tour 3 other tsunami-affected villages where Habitat is working. In each village, we were amazed at how much devastations still exists now that the tsunami is some 15 months past. In many instances, the same debris still lines the shoreline as it did 2 weeks after the disaster, and in many cases, “life as normal” still has not resumed for the people most affected by it. You can also see on most of the houses that actually survived just exactly how high up the water came. Pictured here is one of our friends from Habitat marking the high water stain on a house nearly ½ mile from shore! Most houses that were made of traditional Indian materials (such as thatch and wood) did not survive at all. Most that were made of sturdier materials such as mud and plaster had some minimal success in withstanding the waves. Even a good number of brick homes were completely decimated as well. In the three villages that we visited, a total of about 35 – 40 people lost their lives in the tsunami. Most of those people were children who lacked the ability to swim to shore, or were not strong enough to tread water until help arrived.


He's Good... But Not God!


Chad’s a pretty spiritual guy, but he’s not walking on water in this picture. Rather, he and some of the team went down to the beach behind the TWR facility for a morning stroll before heading to the work site.

The "Almost Perfect" Con...


A young man approached Terry yesterday and asked him for an American dollar bill. “Why?” Terry asked. The young man replied that he wanted to use it as a bookmark as he had always been a fan of American money. When Terry said that he hadn’t brought any American money with him that day, the young man thought for a moment and then said, “Well, I guess 50 rupees would do instead.” (Note: $1 = 50 Indian Rupees). Nice try! :- ):

Guinea Birds: The Ultimate Watch..er..."dog"


The Trans World Radio compound we are using as a residence and “base” is a delightful spot and is ideally suited for groups ranging in size from 6 to 2,500 (yes, can you believe that they actually have housing capacity for 2,500 people???). The grounds are carefully maintained, and some basic wildlife abounds within the walls. Among them are these Guinea Birds. They squawk at anything and everything, and sound somewhat like an Indian variation of a wild turkey. People say that they’re phenomenal watchdogs… except that they’re not dogs, of course.

Shovel Art!


Okay, so we just thought it would be fun to do some creative stacking with the shovels. Hey, if people can weld spoons and pop cans together and all it modern art, why can’t we stack shovels and call it the same? I call the top one, “Pixie Parade Under an Azure Twilight“, the middle one, “Swan Sonata in Blue“, and the bottom one, “Bob”. We’ll start the bidding at $10,000.00… any takers?

The Multipurpose Mumtee!

I have a quick MPEG of Shannon Papp mixing mortar with a Mumtee (and a vengeance!). A Mumtee is kind of like a “reverse shovel”, but is one of the massively multi-purpose tools used here in India for everything from digging, chopping, mixing and…well… anything else you can think of. Click here to see how you really use this unique Indian tool!

Feeling Crabby!


These little crabs abound along the coastal regions of India in the tsunami zone. They are about the size of a silver dollar and will fit comfortably in the palm of your hand. They sure are cute little guys, but they’re fast as lightning, so you have to be quick to catch them.
Crab..

Stuffed!


Oops! After gorging ourselves at Pizza Hut, we returned to the Trans World center to find that the staff had prepared supper for us. I turned to one of our TBL friends and said, “Hey, we’re all wasted and stuffed… will it offend him if we don’t eat?” “Oh yes, it will…” was the response. So, a few token members of the team loosened our belts and prepared to eat until we couldn’t swallow. Shown here is Chad Anderson’s perspective on how he felt afterward.

Never Thought You'd Be So Happy To See a Pizza Hut!

Recipe for Ecstacy:
100 gallons of hard work
6 gallons of sweat
2 quarts of Gatorade
9 quarts fatigue
8 pints of roller-coaster travel
30 gallons of cultural over-stimulation
3 Pizza Hut pizzas
3 Pitchers of Pepsi
19 Servings of Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate syrup

Combine in order listed above. Stir vigorously. Enjoy!

After our Sunday Market experience, we trekked to an actual Pizza Hut in Pondicherry, and let me tell you, Pizza Hut pizza never tasted so good! Of course, overseas, Pizza Hut is a delicacy, so the restaurant is immaculately maintained, staffed with waiters and waitresses who make you feel as though you have stepped into The Drake Hotel in Chicago, and they even serve your pizza for you when they bring it to your table. Despite the surreality of that experience, combine a few pizzas, some Pepsi and some ice cream for dessert, and you’d be surprised at how happy you can feel. Better than drugs! Humorously, for 19 people to eat until they were completely stuffed only cost about $40 (including tip). Maybe I’ll try to pay in Rupees the next time we order at home in the States.

The Team In Action... In Another Way!


On Sunday, the team split up to visit TBL church planters in their villages and areas of influence. Our two groups went in opposite directions and had fantastic experiences engaging the Indian worship experience. In addition, each team member had the opportunity to either “preach”, share their testimony, or pray for the church and ministry of the church planter, and each member of the team was profoundly impacted by the experience. Most TBL church planters organize house churches that range in size between 12 and 200, and many (if not most) meet in people’s homes, small rooms with dirt or concrete floors, or are small one-room church buildings with simple furnishings. One of the church planters leaned over to me at dinner the other day and with a measure of excitement in his voice said, “So, tell me… is your church air conditioned?” I smiled and affirmed that it was. He thought for a moment, and then leaned in again, “Yes, but the whole church?” “Yes, I replied… the entire church is air conditioned.” “Ah…” he smiled, “someday… yes… my vision is to have a church that is air conditioned as well… I think that will help people to want to come!” I smiled to myself and felt a tinge of conscience as well. If only my Indian friend had any clue about what we enjoy at GCC, he would probably have a seizure. We are truly blessed… and often, our Asian and African brothers and sisters far exceed us in how much they are able to accomplish with so little to use as tools.

Featured here are Elaine delivering a sermon at an Indian church, Skip and Les delivering their testimonies, and Shannon, Velma and Shelly praying for the church planters, as well as Shelly holding a small India baby who came to her quite willingly.

Fun Note: The day that Skip delivered her testimony was her 10th “anniversary” of deciding to follow Christ! How cool that she was back in India (her country of origin) on the day that she commemorated one decade of her journey with our Lord!


The Sunday Market: Think “School of Fish” Meets “Feeding Frenzy”

After going to church on Sunday, the team headed into Pondicherry to peruse the “Sunday Market”, a weekly gathering along “Mahatma Ghandi Road” to peddle pretty much everything you can imagine for pennies on the dollar. It is the “collecting basin” for every knock-off brand manufactured item on the planet, and each vendor simply spreads their wares along the street and then hollers “auctioneer style” to those who pass by in an attempt to get them to stop and look.

For our part, the simple mass of humanity concentrated in a single location was mind-boggling. There were probably 10,000 people or more in each ¼ mile stretch of road (and the road is probably only 20 yards wide to begin with), and negotiating it (or just attempting to either move or keep from having to move) proved about as effective as resisting time or taxes. When in India, you find yourself “going with the flow” more by necessity than choice, because the sheer weight and will of a collective mass of people is irresistible in most instances.

At one section of the street, there was also a Hindu temple that we managed to capture on film. It is included here as well.

I LOVE This Picture!!!

Here is another picture of a young Indian girl praying. She is a member of a TBL church planter’s congregation, and, like everyone else in the church, is extremely devoted to her faith.

Brothers!

We value so much the interaction and ministry of our Bible League brothers and sisters. And the cool thing is, we think that it is reciprocal.

Indian People Are Beautiful!!!

Truly, Indian people are among the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Their dark eyes and bright smiles shine regardless of the pain or difficulty of their lives, and their warm hearts and ready hands propel them to serve and love others and one another with a ferocity I have not experienced elsewhere. Their garments are beautiful, their children are adorable, and their culture is complex, intricate and exotic. Here are some pictures of “just faces” that I thought you should see. These are casual and random, so don’t think that they are posed or abnormal… seriously… everyone in India looks like this… they’re just beautiful!!!


Going For a Boat Ride...


Since we’re working in fishermen communities, we thought it would be fun to take a boat ride around the backwaters to see some more of the coast “from the other side”. As a result, Mr. Samuel Peter arranged for us to pile into a couple of 25 foot motorized boats and putt around for about 15 – 20 minutes. While on the water, we were able to see first hand how Indians fish (they stand in their little canoes and net or reel with more balance than a Bolshoi Ballerina… seriously! It’s something to see!), as well as a beautiful sunset which Kevin managed to capture for us on film.

Wow!


After work, we jaunted down to the coast for a quick survey of one of the villages. While there, one of our pastor friends (Pastor Paul) called all the children in the village to him, and within seconds, we saw a replay first hand of Jesus interacting with the children in the Gospels. The children were happy and excited, listened enthusiastically to Pastor Paul, and prayed ferverently as he led them. If this photo doesn’t melt your heart… you should make sure you’re still breathing.
Pray

But Without the Little Umbrellas...


A traditional Indian drinkable snack is manufactured simply by climbing a tree, hacking off a fresh coconut with a machete, chopping off its top, inserting a straw and then passing it on to a guest. Susie Haycock is featured here with her beverage, and is quite pleased to taste the warm, fresh, thick, sweet coconut milk inside… but I think she would like to have had one of those little cocktail umbrellas in it just to polish off the exotic resort look and feel.

It's Like a "Where's Waldo?" Picture...


Ever see those “Where’s Waldo?” picture books? Well, check THIS picture out! Kevin Maggert is nestled amidst a moving and happy blur of Indian children in the village adjacent to where we are working, and the expressions on each of their faces say more than I can with the limited utility of words.

Samuel Peter: The Wizard!

You can’t be around Habitat India for very long without being influenced profoundly by this man: Mr. Samuel Peter. He is a giant among men of God here, and his “war record” is immense. He and his wife (Gita) single-handedly initiated micro-credit groups in India several years ago until they were a federation of over 200 small groups working for equality between workers and their employers. He and Gita also under the umbrella of EFICOR (an evangelical, ecumenical organization that works to advance the Kingdom) began numerous HIV/AIDS education and prevention programs in Southern India, and he now works as the India Church Relations component for Habitat for Humanity International. Like all of our TBL brethren, Samuel Peter exemplifies so much of the reason we continue to work in India. He is passionate, compassionate, tireless and radically committed to the Gospel and the advancement of the Kingdom of God. He’s our “brother from another mother”!

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Live, From the Field… Or…Well… Sort of “Live”…

Okay, we’re going to try something new this go ‘round. I have interviewed each of the GCC team members and asked them to give me a 10 – 15 second “These are my first impressions of India” speech. If this is successful, you should just be able to click each of the links below for each of the team members, and it will take you to an MPEG file that you should be able to view with Windows Media or another player. So… don’t shoot me if it doesn’t work, but here goes:
See observations from Chad Anderson
See observations from Skip Dodge
See observations from Shelley Jackson
See observations from Shannon Papp
See observations from Les Rassi
See observations from Velma Rassi
See observations from Randy Haycock
See observations from Sue Haycock
See observations from Kevin Maggert
See observations from Dan Blacketor
See observations from Terry Akins
See observations from Elaine Bader

The Digging Song

(To be sung to the tune of Tennessee Ernie Ford’s Sixteen Tons)

Well some people say that churches are for sittin and sleep,
But I’ll tell you right now that that just ain’t for me,
So i loaded up my GCC India team
And we got on a plane and flew over the sea,
We met our Indian friends, now isn’t that odd?
We’re another day closer to the Kingdom of God!
Now St. Peter don’t you call me, cause I ain’t done,
I’m down at the worksite having too much fun!

I woke up in the morning with the sun and the shine,
I picked up my shovel and I headed to the site
And dug 16 tons of Indian sand
And the Habitat leader said, “Well, oh my land!”
You loaded 16 tons, now isn’t that odd?
We’re another day closer to the Kingdom of God!
Now St. Peter don’t you call me, cause I ain’t done,
I’m down at the worksite having too much fun!

Well, I woke up and I went down to the house with no walls,
But by 10 in the morning they was 6 feet tall!
We laid down 16 tons of Indian brick
And they were straighter and smoother than a measuring stick,
We laid down 16 tons, now isn’t that odd?
We’re another day closer to the Kingdom of God!
Now St. Peter don’t you call me, cause I ain’t done,
I’m down at the worksite having too much fun!

Success... For Now!

Crew! Just wanted to let you know that Immanuel secured a great place to upload the posts that i had been developing, and so, there are two things you will want to know:
1) There are like 20 posts here all at once, so if you are reading this, you should scroll down and read the ones leading up to it.
2) This place, while great (Wi-Fi rocks!!!), is quite a bit out of the way, so i don't think i'll be able to do this every day. As a result, i will continue to post as often as i can, but don't be surprised if there are some gaps in posting.

The team is doing great (if you can't tell from the posts and entries), and we hope you all at home are doing likewise!!!

Much love and thought!

-samurai jack and the gcc March India Team!

I LOVE this Team!!!

Is this a great group or what? All these smiles were after a 9 hour day of manual labor in 100 degree heat! The fun must certainly outweigh the climate... and let me tell you, it DOES!!!

Arrival of the Shogun!

Rob arrived today and spent some time slogging mortar and digging in a pit! Super-Pastor indeed! He had a great time, and then spent the evening with the team before heading back out to Chennai for the night before his train to Trichy in the morning!

The Sawar Melee ...

After work, we stopped by a local shop so that the ladies of our team could stop and pick up some Indian clothing (most of them had decided to "go native" beforehand in order to minimize their packing load and weight). The experience was a fascinating and fun engagement for all of them, and they had a blast picking out their own very colorful garments to wear. Shown here are various team ladies holding up, bartering with the counter tenders, and carefully selecting their garments. They wore them to dinner as well, and looked great! Way to go, ladies!!!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

What's That Around Your Neck?

Shannon and Velma are wearing the following around their necks:
a) Popcorn tinsel to hang on their VERY early Christmas tree
b) A rare Indian snake called the Feathered Flower Viper
c) Fresh Jasmine garlands that smell like you just walked into Heaven

Hey, You've Got Something On Your Face

This cow is:
a) Eating garbage directly off the street
b) Growing a new form of cow gotee to impress his girlfriend
c) Eating a “Lime Blast” fruit roll-up

Hey, Dude! Nice Fro!

The guy in the picture here is:
a) Lawrence of Arabia
b) An example of what happens when Rogaine goes bad
c) Randy Haycock wearing improvised sun-protection while working 8 hours on the roof of a house-in-progress

Learning from the Masters!

One of the great things about working with Habitat is that you can serve as a volunteer, but they hire skilled laborers to ensure that the work will be completed, with or without you. These guys are some of those skilled laborers. They’re brick-masons, and they can twirl a trowel full of mortar and make it sit up and do tricks too! And they’re VERY particular about their craft. Most of us found that even when we “did it right”, it was still wrong in some way, but that’s all just fine with us because they were exceptionally patient with us, and equally exceptional at their skills.

My Life As a Prairie Dog!

I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to dig a hole that is 4’ wide and 4’ deep, but it’s a lot harder than it looks. One of the main reasons, interestingly enough, is that unless you have a 48” vertical leap, it’s very difficult to get out of one once it is dug. I jumped in to spell a dig team worker for a few minutes and was amazed at how my entire perspective on life changed. “This must be what a Prairie Dog feels like on a regular basis!” Terry and Kevin were in nearby holes as well, shoveling away until I could only see their heads and the tops of their shoulders, and there was something almost womb-like about the cool, dark sand. The down side was that I had to perform a maneuver similar to a beached whale to get out of the hole, flopping myself ungracefully full first and then “walrussing” myself forward until I could get a hold and stand up. “Nice Job, Shamoo!” was the humorous comment from one team member. I was afraid I had to agree… too bad there wasn’t even a Herring from the kind hand of a trainer for my trouble. Alas!

Oh Man, We WORKED!!!

Breaking into four teams, we worked hard today! Team #1 worked on the roof of one house, laying brick and doing some roof-work. Team #2 did brick work above the “basement” on a house. Team #3 did similar brick work, but actually on the basement of another house. Team #4 were the insane kamikaze’s who spent the whole day breaking their backs by digging the footers for the “from scratch” houses.

A Thing of Wonder!

I was soooo excited to include this picture and entry because it was just too incredible to miss. Beside the little dining hall on the site where we worked, there was a little hut that serves as a school and community center for activities. During one break, Elaine Bader ventured into the little hut and was immediately swamped by Indian munchkins. Elaine was incredible! She jumped right in and began interacting with the, counting in English (which they repeated flawlessly), identifying colors, and answering basic questions. Within about 30 seconds, she was literally neck-deep in small, smiling, rapidly moving and talking children, and this picture shows only a fraction of the joy that simply radiated through the room during the whole event! Yup, there’s a reason why this lady has such an immense passion for inner-city children… and it was cool to see that it translated to India without a hitch.

Yeah… You Might Want to Prop That Up a Little!”

I’ve seen some bizarre structures in my day… but I think that this one takes the proverbial cake. Towering some 50 feet high, this… um… “grain silo”… I dunno… whatever it was, was in some SERIOUS need for either a wrecking ball or some additional support beams. Let’s just suffice to say that you won’t catch any of US going inside it… much less climbing to its peak to catch the view.

And It’s Vegetarian Too!!!

It is probably noteworthy at this point to state that I’m not overly fixated on food normally… really… I just recognize that I have had several entries on meals and food and felt the need to state why. I suppose it’s because the food is one of those things that is perhaps the greatest illustrators of the differences between our two cultures. You eat food in India without silverware. The food is extremely flavorful… it makes our food taste like cardboard. But it’s all a little…um… “different”. Most Indian food is soupy, blended with rice, and impossible to eat “cleanly”. It is often spicey, and sometimes made from “questionable” items (I found the lower half of a goat’s heart in my mutton-biriani last trip… eew!). As a result, I highlight it quite a bit because it give you more than just a flavor of the food… it’s the flavor of India! Pictured here is Les Rassi chowing down on some tasty morsels from today’s fare for lunch. He’s pretty happy about it, if you can’t tell, and today’s lunch was completely vegetarian.

Coffee… the Beverage of Angels!

After a really late night of meetings and introductions and orientations on Wednesday night, we all crashed pretty hard (hence my excellent wife’s interjected communiqué that there would be no postings… I was just too tired…sorry). However, we bounded out of bed and were met at the dormitory door by a pleasant gentleman bearing trays full of coffee. Indian coffee is GOOD stuff. It’s about 1/3 coffee, 1/3 milk, and 1/3 sugar… and was VERY welcome at 6:30… even “bounding” as we were (or were trying to be).

It's Like Digging a Hole to China... Or 9 Holes, To Be Precise

According to HFH staff, it normally takes 3 days to dig 9 holes the size that are required for the footers. We did them in 1 day. They were impressed… which is cool to say the least, considering that they are the single largest housing provider on the planet. In addition, the gentleman whose home the holes will be for is a man named Tangaraj. He has a malady which affects one of his legs, but he is one of the most jovial and positive people you will ever meet. He and several of his friends dug with our team for the better part of the day, including one friend who was blind (and yet worked the hardest of any of them). Tangaraj is very excited about his new home, and the smile on his face showed his excitement clearly.

The Site!

After arriving in Pondicherry, we zipped over to the work-site for a quick survey of the houses we will be working on for the week. There are a total of 13 houses, and they are part of a much larger build being sponsored by The Leprosy Mission of India (TLM). The total for the community is somewhere around 76 homes, and our component with/through Habitat are an addendum to that figure. The 13 homes are in various stages ranging from “scratch” (i.e. we will dig the parapets for the footers all the way up as far as we can go within our timeframe) to “mostly complete” (i.e. we just need to paint and plaster, or do some minor finishing touches), and we will have the opportunity to work on each of them in various combined teams comprised of Bible League and GCC volunteers alongside skilled contracted masons and builders.

One cool thing that we were really pleased to find out: all the homes that we’re working on and funding are being given to people with disabilities. Some are blind or lame or have some sort of impairment that prevents them from being able to achieve a quality of life comparable to others in their village.

Where’s Our “Cow-Catcher” When We Need It?

Believe it or not, this is actually a fairly common site in India. Since livestock are allowed to roam with complete freedom, you pretty much have to make way for them…especially since they seem to somehow know that you’re not actually going to hit them. They “own” the whole country… and somehow know it.

One Year Later: The Drive to Pondicherry

We were extremely humbled and struck with considerable awe on the drive from Chennai to Pondicherry. These pictures represent just a few of the myriad numbers of “Tsunami towns” which were constructed by the Indian government as “temporary houses” for tsunami victims. These little towns have no running water, no sanitation and no electricity, and now, a year plus after the tsunami, there appears to be little intent in many of these villages for anything to improve or change. In conjunction with the fundamental law that “temporary things tend to become permanent”, such certainly seems to be true here in these instances, and as many as 75 to 100+ families may inhabit one of the little plots (some having a total of over 1,000 people). There is a reason why we are here. There is a reason why housing is still such a critical need for people who were affected by the tsuami from a year ago. And there is a reason why we are attempting to equip local Indian churches with the capacity to meet the needs of people in situations such as this through world class partnerships.

It’s What Happens When Tobacco and Toothpaste Get Together….

So let’s talk about “verilai”. In short, it’s the bad thing that happens when you wrap unidentifiable Indian ingredients in a small leaf and pose it to Americans as being “good for digestion”. It may be such, but it tastes like laundry soap… wrapped in a leaf that you picked up out of your front yard. Terry’s expression about says it all.

It’s Pronounced “Tali”… And It’s Worth the Trip.

If you ever come to India, you HAVE to have a traditional Indian lunch called “Tali” (it’s actually spelled and pronounced more like “Thda’li”, but we’ll just stick with “Tali” for ease). It’s a multiple-course meal that basically runs as follows:

a) You are given soup (it’s a vegetable base with floating little leeks and bits of carrots) and a wonderfully tasting cauliflower dish that is similar to “Orange Chicken” at Panda Express… except that… er… well… it’s not “chicken” b) We all ordered a beverage called a “Sweet Lime Soda”, which is brought as a 1/3 of a glass of syrup (think hyper-sweetened Karo) doused with fresh lime juice, and then you add seltzer water to taste until you have a delightfully bubbly and refreshing primitive “Sprite” c) After the soup and cauliflower, each person is given a large lipped round tray with 18 smaller saucers in it, each of which contains some scrumptious and highly unique Indian sauce or chutney. In addition to these, fresh white rice and a number of “Indian breads” are also brought, and each saucer is either dumped onto rice, or used as a dipping agent for the breads d) After the multi-dish, fresh lemon water is brought to each guest in order to allow them to cleanse their hands, and e) for an after-lunch treat, plates of micro-sweet bananas and “verilai” are brought to the table.

The People Who Are REALLY Reaching India for Christ!

Let me introduce you to the people who are behind the statistic that shows that one church is successfully planted in India every single day. These are the key administrative people behind The Bible League’s immense church-planting endeavor in India, and they are each one a giant in their particular field of expertise. From left to right, they are: Stalin, Yanashaker, Pandian, Jiborash, Solomon, Streeter, and Immanuel!

It's NOT a "Shawl"... It's a "Mantle"!!!

One of our first stops after leaving the YWCA was to visit Bible League HQ to see how the organization works from the inside. It is here that I have to tell you that our Indian brothers and sisters are really amazing, and shame us as Americans when it comes to the issue of hospitality. Whenever a team comes to India, each member is greeted with some incredible token of welcome. In this instance, each team member received a unique shawl to wrap around their necks (or… as the manly men on the team insist, “it’s not a ‘shawl’ if you’re a guy… it’s a ‘mantle’!!!). We were also treated to cold pop and cookies while there. Mmmmmmmm!

Waking Up In India!

After a brief nap at the YWCA, most of the team awakened to the sound of the hustle and bustle of a typically busy Chennai morning. The YWCA is actually its own “compound” (seriously, it’s a walled fortification that has its own vocational school, phone access point, and a couple of shops), so you can stroll through gardens and hang out quite comfortably for some time without getting Cabin Fever of any sort. At around 8:30 am, the team congregated in the kitchen for its first Indian meal, a semi-Western/semi-Indian breakfast consisting of fried eggs, toast and jam, idly (small rice pancakes), sambar (pepper-water sauce), and, of course, coffee and chai-tea. After breakfast, we were met by Immanuel (TBL’s illustrious administrative wizard who makes all things “so” whenever any of our teams come), and then promptly loaded onto busses and headed out into the city for a few errands before zipping on to Pondicherry.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties...

Crew! Just wanted to let you know that we are having some troule finding a relaible, stable and fast Internet connection. I'm using long distance dial up from my room, which not only means that the connection is weak and unstable, but takes forever to upload a single post. Right now, i have driven an hour in an Auto-rickshaw to work at the personal business computer of a generous Indian businessman, but his connection is old and slow, and i am finding that i still cannot load photos. As a result, please know that i have 20 something posts all ready to hit the blog... but without pictures, they're not much good, alas. As a result, we are going to try again this evening (Immanuel knows a good spot in Pondy), and as soon as i can upload the photos, there will be a much better picture of what we are and have been doing. So... please stay tuned. Don't give up on us because we're going to great lengths to make sure we can do "something" soon to establish a reliable and stable connection. Until then, however... sorry.

The team is doing great! Rob Wegner joins us for a little while today at the site before travelling to Trichy to begin church planter training. We dug 9 immense holes yesterday as one component to our jobs, and the HFHI crew leaders remarked that "normally, that takes a group 3 days... you guys did it in one... we're impressed!" THEY were impressed, and we were happy.

More soon... WITH pictures... so stay tuned. I'll hopefully have them uploaded and ready for you before you guys are ready to go to bed tonight. In the mean time, know that we think of you all, hope you are well, and want you to know that we are all doing well too!

Shinken!
-samurai jack

Checking in...

Checking in from India...no, wait INDIANA!! Jack just called home and said they were not able to post tonight, but wanted you to know that the team had a great day! They toured the build site as well as The Bible League headquarters, feasted on great food and took lots of pictures! They're heading to bed to catch up on some much-needed sleep and will be up-and-at-'em at 5:45 a.m. to start work! Pictures and stories coming soon!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

What a Team!!!

After clearing Customs and Baggage Claim, the team was met by several people from The Bible League, as well as Mr. Samuel Peter from Habitat for Humanity. From the airport, we loaded our gear onto two large vans and headed to the YWCA where we will catch a couple of quick hours of shut-eye before trekking on to our project work-site in Pondicherry tomorrow morning.

The Tradition Continues!

It is a GCC India team tradition upon arrival into Chennai to have one team member pose by the “welcoming mural” next to Customs. Our very own Elaine Bader did the honor for this team, and is shown here “Vanna White” style next to the image. Upon asking, Elaine said that the mural reminded her of her own family. First, there are four horses, which represent her four children. Second, there is Elaine holding the reigns of those four children in a state of watchfulness and guidance and direction. Finally, there is Don (her husband) in the cart behind bowing in obsequious obedience and homage to Elaine’s whim and will. There’s even their dog “Jazzie”, portrayed as the lone white bird above the carriage holding the heraldric symbol of the family! But whatever the particular interpretation, the mural does pose an interesting statement: “Perform thy duty, and lay no claim to its fruits“. It is precisely that purpose for which we have come to India. We seek to serve and do our duty, and will pleased if Christ alone receives glory for it!

SAFE!!!


After a pretty solid straight 36 hours of travel since leaving South Bend, we finally arrived safely and without further incident at Chennai International Airport in Tamil Nadu, India! Our plane touched down just a little after midnight, and after clearing customs and baggage claim, we were able to emerge into the heat of the night. Upon last check, it was a balmy 85 degrees (at midnight!!!), and the humidity is about 80%. Brrrr! Psyche!!! Anyway, shown here is our illustrious Chad Anderson having his passport and visa checked by local Indian Customs officials. Smiles help a lot, as does a casual greeting of “wanakum” (roughly translated “howdy”) when you step up into the line.

Do NOT pass Go, do NOT collect $200!

Due to the nature of the situation described below, none of us managed to get a photo, but we had an… er… “interesting” experience in Paris as we changed planes to embark on the final leg of our journey from Paris to Chennai. After being whisked off the plane onto busses (seriously, the busses were just for us) and driven rally-car style around the airport at break-neck speed, we went through another layer of security and then…uh…oops. Our resident Missions Ninja (Miss Skip Dodge) was held up at the end of the security checkpoint with several polite but very involved security personnel beginning to ask her to open her luggage. Long story short, the security squad apologized for the inconvenience, but indicated that Skip’s bag had triggered one of the Ion Track explosive detector systems, and that they were going to have to engage extra security measures before allowing her to proceed. It would have almost been funny if we hadn’t been living it. “Have you been to a shooting range lately, Mademoiselle?” “Have you been handling firearms lately, Mademoiselle?” “Do you work around explosives, Mademoiselle?” Skip works in the IT Dept at Bethel College, which is about as far away from handling or manufacturing weapons-grade explosives as you can get, and somehow through the process, I managed to stifle the urge to launch into a sermonette about how Skip was “packing the heat of the Word of God” and “carrying the tactical nuke of God’s love to a lost and dying world”. Heh-heh… :- )

At any rate, already on a tight timeline to make our connecting flight, the team waited and prayed in eager anticipation until finally Skip was given the “all clear” and allowed to proceed. While piecing her luggage back together and rushing with the rest of the team to the gang-plank to board our 767, Skip was a little rattled, but very grateful to be moving on. I’ll tell you one thing, it’s scenarios like this that make you value having a bilingual team-mate! Chad Anderson (who grew up in France while his parents served as missionaries there) walked Skip through the entire process, was able to engage the security personnel well, and helped to encourage the general smoothness and eventual resolution of the issue, and we all found ourselves pleasantly stowed on our aircraft and glad to be underway and still on-schedule.

So What EXACTLY Does One Do With 7 ½ Hours of…um… Nothing To Do?

Honestly, how many times can one watch Aeon Flux or Chicken Little in a row on the in-flight movies without passing out from digital overstimulation? While the Delta-Air France connection from Cincinnati to Paris was quite pleasant, most of the team members opted to stand, stretch and talk rather than engaging the cinematic selections offered on our in-flight displays. And as for sleep? Well… some caught an hour or two here or there, but most of us were too excited to catch too many “z”s.

Prepping for Dust-off!

After the final round of cell-phone calls to loved ones, bathroom breaks and final luggage and carry-on re-packs, the team was officially cleared through security and ready to board our little Canadair Bizjet for the puddle-jump to Cincinnati. An item of note: the security guard was very intrigued that we were all going to India to work in the tsunami-zone, and made a special effort to come around to the other side of security to wish us all well and “God bless”.

The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins With... Baggage Check-in?

The old proverb doesn’t go quite like that, but in our modern day and age, baggage check in is, unfortunately, a rather necessary evil. I have to admit, however, that for 13 people getting ready to spend 10 days in difficult conditions, we had less than 10 actual check-in bags (5 of which were from Ron VanderGriend for us to “smurf” across into India for Bible League staff and church planters), and mostly carried our gear with us. Pretty impressive! Nonetheless, it still took us a good half-hour to 45 minutes to get everyone checked, passed and ready, and aside from a slight malfunction with Susie Haycock’s boarding pass from Paris to Chennai, everything went about as smoothly as it could have.

“Redy” to go!

No, it’s not a misspelling in the title… and no, we didn’t all just coincidentally decide to wear red pique-knit short sleeved shirts with a GCC logo on the left either. This is the March ’06 India team in all of its red team shirt glory posing for a quick photo before loading onto a GCC shuttle bus (driven courtesy of our very own Tom Zachary!) to head to South Bend Regional Airport where we will begin the journey to India! Before leaving, however, the team enjoyed a few minutes in the Jungle Room in the Children’s Area at GCC to go over last minute details (“Show me your passports!”), tie on team identity luggage tags, and pray with some of the GCC staff.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Banzai!

We had our final team training on Tuesday, March 14th, and decided to go a little "devotional" for the final time that we spent together before meeting on Monday morning to head to the field. The topic? Well, one of the "metaphors" that i have consistently utilized in my walk with Christ is that of the Feudal Japanese Samurai (not surprising for those of you who know me). I have long admired their extreme dedication and discipline to excellence, their undying committment to honor, compassion and other values that i find attractive, and have found as well that many of the "Bushido" (Way of the Warrior) philosophies overlap with Biblical ideology of the same vein. As a result, we posited 3 specific actions as metaphors for our "dying to" one way of life and our readiness to engage another: a toast, wearing of the traditional "white headband", and the symbolic "breaking of the bokken". These things are described in greater detail below, but the "point" to all of it is this: we will be changed in India. We will not return home the same people who left, and so, in that knowledge, approach the field with a sobriety and hopefulness for what will happen there. Here is what we did!


"Losing One's Life" for Christ: A Toast to Life...

Then he called the crowd to
him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. - Mark 8: 34 - 35

“One who is supposed to be a warrior considers it his foremost concern to keep death in mind at all times, every day and every night, from the morning of New Year’s Day through the night of New Year’s Eve.” (The Bushido Shoshinshu of Taira Shigesuke). As a Westerner, we view this as a rather morbid statement. However, within the confines of Bushido, one begins to understand that what Shigesuke is purporting here is not a macabre fascination with death, but rather an “accustomization” to it. As a warrior in a martial culture, the reality was that death could come at any time. Therefore, to live life in ignorance or denial of the possibility was foolish. Rather, one should live life as though every moment “counted” for something of value with the sincerest belief that it could indeed be the last. So then, rather than a cynical view of life which simply accepted death as an inevitability that should just be “waited upon”, the samurai rather attempted to experience life to the fullest with the greatest attention to their own collective growth, recognizing that if death could come at any moment, they wanted to be “ready for it” when it came rather than be found wanting in some area.

The same is true of this team in relation to wanting to be “ready” for whatever presents itself in India. And just as samurai in Japan would have commemorated with Sake (i.e. rice wine) the eve before a historic battle in which they would throw themselves with f
ull abandon into the fray, so we broke out white sparkling grape-juice and drank to the shouts of “Banzai!” (a derivative of the frequently heard shout of “Tennouheika Banzai!” which means “Long live the Emperor!”, and was shouted as soldiers charged into battle) which is an exclamation of invocation to glory, long life and victory. It wasn’t Sake… but it worked just fine.


Absolute Commitment: Wearing the White Headband
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. - Galatians 2:20

Did you know that “white is the color of mourning in Japan, and was often used significantly to indicate that the wearer of a suit of armor (Gusoku) laced with cords of that color was engaged in a battle from which he did not expect to emerge alive.” (Ratti and Westbrook, p.191) Having resigned himself to the inevitability of death, a samurai warrior was a fearsome opponent. No longer fearing to preserve his life, he was “free” to pursue the accomplishment of his mission details without being fettered by the constraints of attachment to his mortal life. As a result, since in their own minds such men were “already dead”, they no longer feared the consequences of any action that posed threat or danger to them physically, and while that meant that they would most certainly have been happy to have found themselves incorrect in their assumptions and returned alive from the battlefield, the accomplishing of the mission before them became the primary objective rather than merely their survival of it.

Now, for everyone who is reading this, don’t panic. We’re not expecting to engage any danger or risk to our safety on this trip. That’s not what we’re talking about. Rob laughed when I told him what we were going to do because he said that everyone would panic that I was sending the team to their deaths :-)… so fear not. The point of the principle is that when we live as though our lives belong to Christ and not to ourselves, we gain the freedom to do whatever is necessary to accomplish the mission we have been given.

In ancient times in Japan, as stated above, a samurai with this mentality already in mind would demonstrate it outwardly by wearing a white “headband” (I have heard of this referred to as a “dochi”, but am unsure if this is the correct term or not) under his Kabuto (helmet), or by weaving cords of white thread through the ironwork and leather of his Gosuko armor. Well, since most of us do not own a full set of Gosuko armor, we settled on the headband.


A "Shinken" Mindset
: Breaking the Bokken
However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace. - Acts 20:24

In Thomas Cleary’s forward to Miyamoto Musashi’s classic Book of Five Rings, he states that the Japanese word Shinken literally means “real sword” (Shin = “real”, Ken = “sword”), the extension of which means “to do [something] with a real sword” in modern understanding. This phrase was originally understood within the context of samurai warriors who practiced ardently day to day to become better swordsmen, but who used traditional wooden bokken (i.e. wooden swords) to prevent themselves from inadvertently maiming or killing their training partners during sparring. To do something “with a real sword”, however, meaning an unsheathed, razor-sharp Katana (samurai long sword), meant that you were intent on either defeating an opponent or losing your own life in the process. Such immediately required a level of concentration, earnestness and intensity that can be slackened slightly when only training with wooden blades. I can find no better analogy for how I intend to live my life for Christ, believing Him to be worthy of a mindset that is truly “in deadly earnest” about all that I do for Him, than to attempt to live it with a Shinken mindset.

To commemorate this movement into a "real sword" mentality, we broke our wooden ones. Okay... well... we didn't really have wooden swords, but we DID have wooden toothpicks, and so broke them to demonstrate the principle.

Finally, we spent some significant time praying for the people we will have an opportunity to serve, for our families back here at home while we are away, and for the work that we will be doing over the next several days.

We're ready!

Shinken!

-samurai jack