Sunday, July 27, 2014

15,840 Minutes: Hearts are Beating

A week and four days I've been here. Not long enough to be able to understand everything I have seen. I cannot even describe all of this week! How do I describe it all to you? It is like when the my fellow students ask me about America. How do I describe my own country?

Do I begin with how much richer the average citizen is than them? Do I tell them about the disparity between the poor and the rich? Do I tell them that, though most claim Christianity, many are not followers of Christ in America? Do I tell them about our food? Do I mention the cultural diversity? Do I mention how much more  I have to pay for college as compared to their colleges? Do I present the American people as blessed or rich?

How would you describe your way of life to a man your own age who grew up in a village and would be without education if not for his foreign sponsor? Or to a man who came from the slums? Or to a girl who came from a predominantly Muslim part of India? Do you understand what they've been through? How they were raised? I don't fully. So how can I compare my life to theirs?

This is a problem I face in interacting with them and writing to you.

 I cannot fully explain everything I have seen and am about to experience to you. You'd have to see and experience it for yourself. Nevertheless, I will try to give you a glimpse.

My favorite part of being in India is where I am staying. Lakeview Bible College and Seminary in Chennai, India is my home for four months. I will study the Bible here with my brothers and sisters from all across India, Nepal, and even a few who lived in Africa.

There is great cultural diversity. Those from Southern India look, talk and act differently than those from Northern India or Nepal. This is a large advantage to me, since there is no cultural norm at the college that I can break, causing offense. As my new Indian friend, Renjid, said, "Everyone leaves a lot of cultural baggage at the gate when they come in."

Since there are many different mother tongues represented at the college, the official language here is English. Good for me. Not very good for those who don't speak it very well.

Many of the students have befriended me and I have  already gotten the chance to speak one on one with several of them.

My one on one conversations with the students has been my favorite part of my experience here so far. I have been encouraged by the deep desire many of them possess to preach the word of God to the lost. India is mostly Hindu. It is largely unreached with the gospel and many of these students are willing to risk their lives to change that. Amazing.

Though we are all different, our hearts all beat for the same God. We are God's children. Nevertheless, hundreds of millions of hearts are beating for lies in India, in America, and in nations throughout the world. I want to see that change. And the students here desire the same thing. Praise be to God! 

There is so much more!!! But that's all I have for now. Please be praying for this college. God is doing great things here. The students who reside here could change the spiritual state of India forever.

Pray for God to bless them more and to strengthen them for great ministry throughout India. Pray for unity and great peace about what God is going to call everyone to do.

Lastly, pray for me. It is hard being away from all that I know and being in such a different place. Pray that I am able to do God's will with great peace and joy!

If you could pray for these things every day, that would be awesome. If not, please spend a few minutes praying for the students and the teachers here. Prayer is powerful and it would be amazing to see what God does through it.


Thanks from India! 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

1,440 Minutes: Just Getting Started


Here I am in India! It has already been so amazing here! Four months here will fly by.
Our flight here was without many problems. An hour late flight here and there. Nothing too bad. I had a great time with my teacher, Dr. Bob, during our layovers and  for my first 20+ hour flight, it wasn't that bad.

The first thing I remember about arriving in India and will always remember was the teachers of Lakeview Bible College greeting me and Dr. Bob. We exited the airport with our bags on a cart. Dr. Bob pushed cart and I scanned the crowd of people in darkness. Peter Ignatius waved his hands at us from across a metal fence. I recognized him at once from all of the pictures I have seen of him. We met up with him soon and were greeted by many bright, joyful faces.

 Most of the teachers of Lakeview Bible College stood before us and welcomed us to India with sandlewood lays around our necks, warm smiles, excited handshakes, and joyful hugs.

They took our luggage to the vans and we drove off. Immediately I knew we weren't in America. There are no lanes here.  

My driver and one of the teachers, Rex, swerved in and out of traffic like a pro. Many times I thought we came close to clipping a truck or car, but Rex didn't seem to worry.

A cow or dog could be seen strolling along the street as we zoomed by. Nevertheless, no worry flashed through my mind. I knew that Rex knew what he was doing.

The students here are amazing. Today I got a chance to speak to many of them. I don't remember the names of them yet, but they blow my mind. One told me that he wants nothing more than to preach the gospel to those who have never heard. His passion encouraged me so much. He will be a great minster to Northern India one day.

The all have different mother tongues and are from all different parts of India. They use English in order to communicate with each other. Their accents are thick, but I know I will learn to understand them in the coming months.

It is hot here, but I can manage. They gave me an air conditioned room and have been so kind to me. The students all stay in the unconditioned dorms.

The student's living accommodations are humble at best: common bathrooms, cement walls, thin mats for beds, and six or more live in each room. Nevertheless, I haven't heard any angry complaints. They take it as it is. If I hear someone at NC complain about our dorms after this... I might have to talk to them. . .


There is so much more and it has only been a day. But I have to go. Time for bed. I'll try to keep this blog updated now and then, but no guarantees. Classes haven't started yet. Goodnight.