As the plane landed in Kolkata at 12:40 am Sunday morning, an Indian man two rows in front of me immediately made a phone call and then shouted out something I didn’t understand. The whole plane, mainly packed with Indians, erupted in wild celebration. When I was picked up at the airport, my Indian host told me that India had just won the World Cup of Cricket. As we drove into Kolkata at 1:30 am, crowds were still on the streets blocking traffic on the main route from the airport as they partied and set off fireworks. The triumphant headline the next day was The World Is At Our Feet!
AG Church of Kolkata
I stayed with Pastor Ivan and Sheila Satyavrata, who were most hospitable. Pastor Ivan is the senior pastor of the AG Church of Kolkata. This is the largest pentecostal church, and perhaps Protestant church, in north India.
The church campus is quite large. It includes the church itself, the hospital,
an educational facility for post-secondary education (particularly seminary and teachers’ college), and at the front of the property there is a seven storey building. The church offices are at the top, and the rest is rented out to commercial tenants. The church feeds 11,000 people every day, and just look at the size of the pots in the kitchen!
On Sunday I attended the 2nd English language service and spoke for about five minutes bringing them a greeting and some encouragement. A pastor Mark visiting from Florida gave the sermon, and did a wonderful job preaching the holistic mission of God.
I started taking anti-malarial pills two days before arriving in India, and was already experiencing some cramps that morning. Pastor Mark was taking the once-a-week kind while I was taking the daily Malarone pill. Pastor Mark was so ill that Pastor Ivan wasn’t sure who would be preaching. Mark had gone to rest before the sermon in a side room, but he did make it out to preach, but then had to leave immediately after preaching because he could hardly breathe. I had to leave almost the same time because I thought I was going to keel over from a variety of new and continuing ailments. It seemed that both of us were suffering from side effects. We were sent next door to the hospital for EKGs to be sure the pills had not done any heart damage (which can happen and you should immediately get off the pills at the first sign of any heart trouble!). Fortunately the results were clear. Mark seemed fine when I saw him the next day while I was much improved but continued to suffer the stomach issues until Wednesday night.
Later on Sunday I met a number of long term missionaries (mostly AG due to the denominational affiliation of the church). I really enjoyed hearing their stories and how God called them to India.
On Monday, I had breakfast with PAOC missionaries Stewart and Monique Shaw, who live in the AG Church School building. As I talked about my daughter in Bangkok, they put two and two together and asked, “Is your daughter Jessica?” When I said yes, they told me she is an amazing girl. I said, “Yes, I know that already!” NO I DIDN’T. But I could have.
Next I visited the AG Church School, which I already wrote about here. Crossroads and the PAOC are the two biggest supporters of the school, and their money is being well spent, as you’ll see if you follow the link just above.
After the school, I went to the church offices and met with Pastor Ivan and his senior leadership team.
The Leprosy Mission
I then visited The Leprosy Mission Hospital in Kolkata, the Premandandra Hospital.
Dr. Helen Roberts, an ophthamologist, gave me the introductory talk and then someone else took me through the hospital. I must admit I felt like a voyeur the whole time and was highly aware of the almost sacredness of the moment. I was acutely sensitive to how I would feel if I were in the hospital for major treatment, perhaps even amputation, and a stranger came in to see my problem. “This is my foot that is damaged beyond repair, and I am not suffering for your entertainment or interest” is what I’d be thinking. But as I looked every patient in the eye, as a fellow human being, and tried to convey what compassion I could without becoming melodramatic or anything, each patient gave me the hands together bow of respect. In Thailand, Jessica says this is called the “Wai” (pronounced ‘Y’), which is also a verb. I thought when they recognized me with a wai, doing so gave them dignity as a person, and I could reciprocate by “wai-ing” them in return.
Diabetics have the same problems as those with leprosy. In both cases, nerve damage leads to loss of sensation and therefore loss of awareness as to when you are hurting or damaging your body. So the hospital deals with both. They have a program for holistic care that leads if possible to reintegration into a community as an independent person.
I met some Vanguard students at the hospital. I had also met Vanguard students at church in Bangkok and would later meet more in Delhi. Vanguard, located in Edmonton, sends its missions students overseas to experience a variety of different cultures firsthand. It was a different group, I think, that I met in each place, so Southeast Asia seems flooded with Vanguard students at the moment.
Next came the evening flight from Kolkata to Delhi.
The following morning I met with Dr. Richard Howell, General Secretary of the Asia Evangelical Alliance and of the Evangelical Alliance India, at his home. I had lunch with about 20 pastors from all over India who had come to Delhi for a prayer conference to support evangelism in India.
After lunch, it was just down the street a bit to The Leprosy Mission’s national office. This is an interesting ministry because it was birthed in India and later set up overseas funding ministries. It often seems someone outside of the country sees the need, goes home and creates the fundraising arm, and then starts the overseas charity to do the work. This is the opposite case.
Wednesday was my tour day for India. I arranged a one-day excursion to Agra to see the Taj Mahal through a tour company that did a great job. They picked me up at my hotel at 5am and took me to the train. The guide stayed with me right until I boarded my car, and told me where to meet my guide in Agra. The one thing I forgot to ask was, how many stops to Agra? The stations aren’t well marked, but if you look sharply for a sign, there is at least one. Stations are not called out, so you must keep watch yourself. Do not travel anything less than first class. Believe me, I saw how full the other cars were. Aisles were full and people were literally hanging on at the exit doors.
The guide in Agra knew which car I was on, so when the door opened he was right there. He took me to another location nearby and switched with Gourav, who spoke excellent English and who was my tour guide for the rest of the day. At the end of the day, the travel process repeated in reverse order until I was dropped off at my hotel at 11pm. The surprise for me was that it was not a group tour, but a private tour.
The Taj Mahal
The forecourt and inner gate to the Taj Mahal
Here are my impressions from the day:
- The Taj Mahal truly is a stunning building, but it isn’t really just a building; it is the entire park, including several buildings plus the mausoleum, which everybody thinks of when they say ‘Taj Mahal.’
- The entire park is perfect because it is completely symmetrical. The only thing not symmetrical, but the justice and romance of it offsets any disequilibrium it introduces, is the monument for the mughal who built the place. It lies to one side of the queen, who of course is buried right in the middle of the mausoleum.
- Because Muslims don’t bury people above ground, neither ‘tomb’ has anyone in it. They are just representative of the burial place. The people are buried in a vault below the mausoleum.
- All of the elementsoftheTaj had been used before. What makes this one unique is that the elements were executed to perfection. There is what is called the “miniTajMahal” not far away which is similar enough in design that you can compare the two for yourself and realize whatmakestheTaj so special.
- The designs on the walls and ceilings are not painted, but are inlaid stones. This work is exquisite. You will see one piece and think it has fine colour variation in it, and then discover that tiny piece is itself made up of four or five yet smaller pieces of stone! Each piece is only one colour, but together they make it look like one larger stone with colour variation. The finicky work took years to do.
- Many of the stones are translucent, so when a flashlight shines on a stone, it and all the translucent stones physically touching it light up as if a bulb were inside them. It is such a beautiful effect.
- The Mughal who built the Taj had three wives (at the same time) and the one buried in the mausoleum is wife #2. Wives 1 and 3 each have a building that lies symmetrically across the park from the other. Had there been a wife #4, I don’t know how she would have been worked in!
- To the left of the mausoleum is a mosque, still in use today. Unless you are Muslim, don’t try visiting the Taj on a Friday. It is only open to Muslims.
- Since the mosque is on the left, there must be an identical building to the right, and there is. But there was no use for it, so it has never been used for anything except a symmetrical balance for the mosque.
- You have to go through airport-like security to get onto the grounds. You can only take four items onto the property: a hat, a camera, a water bottle, and…I forget the fourth thing. Everything else is banned. The security makes sense when you realize how important the Taj is to India. It drives and feeds the entire economy around Agra and is probably the single biggest reason why tourists come to India. It is also practically India’s national symbol, and it would be irreplaceable today.
- With great foresight, the four minarets around the mausoleum were built leaning away from it. If there is ever an earthquake, they will fall away from the main building.
- You can read about it’s history and design here.
- I also visited Fort Agra. The long ramp up from the gate reminded me of the long ramp at Minas Tirith that Gandulf rides up in The Return of the King when he comes to see the Steward of Gondor.
- The Mughals had their palace in the fort. There are doorways but no doors. Curtains were used instead. The Mughal who built the Taj had three wives plus more than 30 concubines. Each concubine had a room on the courtyard. The Mughal had two daughters who each had a bedroom complex on either side of the central bedroom, which is quite large and open. It seems much too public a bedroom, it is the centre of attention in the entire palace area, for the Mughal to have produced fourteen children there! But, he had curtains for privacy!
Impressions of India
Some general observations about India:
- You can’t fire anyone in India, which is why you see people with jobs like opening doors, operating elevators, sitting at gates and so on. It all provides income for someone, and it also allows for people of low ability to work.
- I saw the smoke of a cremation by the river. Since this is the Yamuna and not the Ganges river, I was surprised. Gourav told me it is too expensive to take a body to the Ganges, so cremations are done locally, and then the ashes are taken the Ganges.
- Gourav is a Hindu, but apparently Hindus will select particular gods from the large pantheon of gods as their particular god. His is Hare Krishna, god of love. I was really surprised. Those of you my age or older from Toronto will remember all the fuss when the Hare Krishnas came to Toronto with their orange robes and funny haircuts. Gourav looks absolutely normal. I suppose the unusual appearance in Toronto was the choice of a particular guru and is not indicative of how followers of Hare Krishna must dress.
- Gourav said Hindus believe there are 8.4 million forms of life, and if you are a human now, you must go through all 8,399,999 other forms of life before you become a human again. By doing good deeds as a human you can skip over the first, say, hundred thousand or so and maybe come back as an ant rather than an amoeba. Good deeds get you a head start on being human again. So, in theory, Hindus should be very charitable. But the pastors told me that they don’t support charity in any significant way. Their good deeds are mainly personal, a kind hand to someone they meet, or hospitality in their homes. Giving money so that good deeds can be done by someone else on their behalf is a bit of a foreign idea to them. I wrote about this aspect of charity in another post.
I left India Thursday morning to head to Kenya by way of London. Don’t ask why London, I just had to work within the rules of my round-the-world ticket. It added a day of travel, that’s all. So, it’s time to say “Good-bye Asia!”
- Sabbatical anyone?
- My sabbatical plans
- Thoughts on my last day at work
- Speaking with authority! A tale of an ambassador and a receptionist
- Thoughts as I leave
- New Zealand: There’s no place like it
- There’s life on the third planet!
- The journey is the destination
- Down under with the Aussies
- It does a father’s heart proud…
- Give confidently, give generously
- A taste of Thailand
- Celebrations in India
- “We followed Jesus, and he led us to you”
- Charity and discipleship
- Karibu! Welcome to Kenya
- I’m in Rivendell!
- A sermon on the fly
- Rwanda: A miracle of renewal and reconciliation
- Effective ministry in Malawi
- The promise of South Africa
- The cost of fear and ignorance
- Saturday in London
- Easter in London
- Edinburgh: Castles, churches and cellars
- Ancestral roots in Paisley, Scotland
- Old buildings and modern people
- Curiouser and curiouser
- My last ministry visits of the sabbatical
- Mon weekend à Paris
- Lest we forget…
- Among friends in Zurich
- The strategy of intentional accidents
- A retreat to close the sabbatical
- Backpacks, spas and other traveller’s tips
- My wife, my COO, and a director: Perspectives on my sabbatical