In Varanasi, the armpit of India, we stayed in a hotel that was in complete contrast to the city. Peaceful, welcoming and comfortable. It was a welcome oasis in the demonic mayhem of the city. “Thanks,” we said to Solomon, who had booked it for us. “What will the hotel in Agra be like?” we … More Fawlty Towers
The scene, a village, 20kms from Varanasi. The car, having just disconnected itself from the back end of a bus outside the train station, dropped us off on the dirt track. A small welcoming party was waiting for us, and we wended our way to the centre of the picturesque village. Our team decided that, … More The Pied Piper of Varanasi
“Hi,” I said, “where are you going to?” “Lucknow,” the young man replied. Well, that answered 2 immediate questions: 1. He was on the train to the end of the line, with us, and 2. He spoke great english, with an american accent. The mix of spicy foods, smelly stations, dangerous car rides and the … More God on a train
Curry! Don’t get me wrong, I love curry. I am the man who watched Rick Stein’s India, bought the book, and has cooked most of the curries in the Karai he got in Lakeland. But curry gravy can be a little disconcerting when you see the same one twice… So, as French fries are on … More Cut chips, chop chop…
On Saturday morning, after the group had left for school, I got up and thought to myself “What am I doing here?” I felt fragile, losing sleep, adjusting to a rich curry diet, and felt totally spiritually inadequate to speak to the gathered OM team and Pastors on my own. I couldn’t swallow more than … More All alone?
On Saturday Phil and the 2 intrepid couples from Challenge, got up early to take a Vocational Bible club at the local Good Shepherd school. Why did they leave me, I hear you ask? More of that in a later post… After leading devotions with the staff, the team went out to begin the programme… … More A Taste of Raj
The last few days have been a whirlwind of meetings and ministering. We left Delhi early on Thursday by train, arriving in Kalka 4 hours later. Passing by our window was a sea of humanity, with many of the worst slums and shanty towns perched right by the railway lines. Many homes, nothing more than … More Tired but truly thankful