Thursday, May 24, 2007

Our Wedding Weekend

One of our Branch members, our Elders' Quorum President, Vatikutti Rama Rao, found himself a wife and got married last weekend. We traveled out to the wedding by Plane, Train, and Automobile....

Jumping onto the plane in Delhi to Hyderabad...

Waiting forever at the airport for the car to arrive. The tour book and a helpful local boy said that the Charminar was the place to go. Thankfuly we didn't end up going there! (See the previous post...)


So to avoid the chaos of the old city, Merinda rode the go-carts with the boys...

...and we hit Snow World!

Snow world was a very popular place. You get an appointment for a time and they put coats, boots and gloves on you. The room is below freezing and they manufacture snow for the room.

Isaac was a good sport, but the other kids didn't care for it much...

Russell at McDonald's. McDonald's in India is pretty good. No hamburgers, obviously, but I wish that they had some of the Indianized sandwiches in the USA. Our favorites are the Chicken Maharaja Mac and the Paneer Salsa Wrap. Fries and chocolate shakes are just the same though.


We took an overnight train to Rajahmundry, about an 8 hour journey. Traveling by train is great, especially overnight. The kids were exhausted.

Arriving in Rajahmundry at 6 am...

Before taking the car journey to the village where the wedding was to take place, we picked up some folks at the church. This is the first church building built in all of India. Hopefully we'll get one in Delhi someday!
We were late for the marriage. The reason was that angry villagers closed the road. The log and ambassador car was followed by rocks and a small mob a bit further on out of view of the picture. They were members of a particular caste upset that one of their own was thrown into prison. I guess they thought that closing down the road would help...

Finally we arrived at the village. The whole town got a wedding invitation on the small billboard here and on the back of motorcycles riding around the town for the past few weeks...

The colorful wedding crowd...

...and the couple. I gave a talk. Just to speak truth to power I talked about Adam and Eve and the commandment that you should leave your parents and cleave to your wife. I've known several couples with marriage problems and even divorces due to issues with the in-laws. (Merinda had fun seeing her husband preach like an evangelical preach with a native translating every phrase with drama!)


It was HOT!
The marriage was delayed for several months due to the Bride's family not being able to raise enough money for the wedding. The tents were huge, and you can imagine feeding all those people, the posters, invitations, mechanical peacock, life-sized namaste greeter doll, billboards... In addition, the groom got a Blackberry and a Laptop. It represents a life savings and then some for most people to marry off a daughter. They typically have to go into serious debt to put on the event.

This makes weddings very big and fun, but a little sad that somebody has to save their whole life to pay for a party.

Food in South India is eaten with your hands. They say it tastes better that way...

Here's an idea for your next Church dinner: Get some really big pots....


The kids and Merinda went back to the hotel to cool off (and bought bouncy balls and threw them around in the lobby for hours while we waited for Daddy) and a few of us were invited to the groom's parent's house...

The bride and groom wash their feet and there is a ceremony to enter the house..

The house had a river out back. We thought the water buffalo had the right idea...

...so we jumped in ourselves, clothes and all. I'm the guy in the white shirt throwing the little kid. It was so hot it didn't take but a few minutes to dry off after getting out. (Merinda: "And he wore the same pants to church the next day!")

The bride is the girl in the red sari standing next to the groom in the white shirt. This is at least her second outfit for the day. Earlier she was wearing a white sari and veil.

The villagers get their water by digging a hole near the river and filling buckets that they take to their houses. There were two Church missionaries there for two weeks doing a water project to get these guys a well.

After getting back, it was my turn with the kids and Merinda went out with some of our district leaders who are native to Rajahmundry and sweetly showed her around. The mangoes were wonderful and I've never had banannas so good.

The Rajahmundry airport:

No trip would be complete without one of Isaac's photo essays. I think he takes better pictures than any of us because people don't feel very threatened by him and he doesn't have any fear of snapping pictures in people's faces.




On our way back home we went to Church in Hyderabad. It was a trick to find and we went to several before finding it (this is one of the ones we tried.) There are a lot more Christians down in this part of the country which makes the missionary work easier. Hyderabad has four big branches!




A Close Call

So first a quick disclaimer for those of you who are thinking of visiting India:

India is a very safe place when compared to our home in the USA. Your risk of getting killed in a car accident is very low (speed limit in Delhi is about 30 MPH, but you never get going that fast), there's very little violent crime and these shooting sprees we hear about are unheard of.

No matter where you are, it is possible to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

So if you are thinking of coming, don't worry. You'll be fine.

On to the story:

On our way to a marriage in South India last weekend we had a stopover in Hydrabad. As often happens, there were lots of delays.

The plane was an hour late. A friend of a church member was supposed to meet us there, but it took a while for him to show up. Then once he came, we had to arrange for a car, but we had to bargain forever and finally the car took an hour to show up. It was well over 100 degrees and by the time we actually got in the car we were not thinking our vacation was going very well.

In the little guide of the city that we picked up the "must see" place to go, the very symbol of Hydrabad is a spot called the Charminar.



So once we piled in the car and got going, we told the driver we wanted to go there. He stopped the car, put on the hand brake, turned around and looking right at us said, "No no. We cannot go to the Charminar."

"Why?"

"There was a bombing."

"A bombing? When did that happen?", we asked, thinking it must have been a few days back.

"About twenty minutes ago."

Extremists had set off a bomb that killed twelve people and injured 40. In the riots that followed five more were shot by the police and many more were hurt. One of the other members who was on his way to our wedding was hit by a thrown rock.

We were suprisingly calm about the whole thing (especially given how rare these kinds of things are here) and just went to some places around the train station.

It took us until the next day for our close call to really sink in. If everything would have gone "right", the plane on time, our car on time, the person meeting us being prompt, we would have been at the Charminar when the bomb went off and who knows what would have happened.

Needless to say, we feel very blessed.

There are many possible morals to this story, but here's the one that we walked away with:

Among the blessings we count are the things that have gone wrong. The alternatives to the bad things that happen to us could be much worse...

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

If I Only Had a Brain . . .

True story . . .

Dad: "Isaac, we're having three guests for dinner, so how many plates do we need?"
Isaac: "Okay, there's five in our family, so it's three plus five. Let's see . . . eight!"
Mom: "Here's the plates, Isaac."
Isaac [counting]: "Hey, how did Mommy know what three plus five is?"
Mom: "Well actually, I did it inside my head. Mommy does have a brain."
Isaac: "No you don't. I control your brain."

MWAHAHAHAHA!

Any of you who have children will know exactly how true this is. Those of you who have new sweet little babies or one on the way, guard your brain carefully, because little by little they will take it over.

As my own mother used to put it so well in this little song:

I am slowly going crazy,
1 2 3 4 5 6 SWITCH!
Crazy going slowly am I,
6 5 4 3 2 1 SWITCH!
I am slowly going crazy,
1 2 3 4 5 6 SWITCH!
Crazy going slowly am I,
6 5 4 3 2 1 SWITCH!

And on and on . . .

Call me and I'll sing it for you. There is a tiny space left in my brain Isaac hasn't taken over that holds this song for the moment!