Sunday, 19 April 2009

Day 5

Went to Banaswadi Bible Church this morning for the Good Friday service.

It started at 9.30 and finished about 12pm. I was feeling very tried and found it hard to stay awake let alone concentrate on what was going on. The service was focussed on the body of Christ on the cross. Each cell group did a short presentation on the different parts of the body they were given.

- Crown of thorns
- Face
- Shoulders
- Back
- Side
- Hands
- Feet

The presentations involved things such as readings, songs, dramas and movement peices all of which were quite simple but it was good to see that all members of the church got involved from the youngest member to the eldest.

In between each presentation the pastor, Albert Davis, would lead the congregation in some scripture reading from John. I found this quite difficult because it was a sort of call and response thing and when reading with the rest of the congregation I found it hard to take in what I was reading.

I went to visit my new place where I was going to stay. It’s so much cooler than Raj’s place. It has a lot of space as well as my own fridge and shower facilities. The family who own the place have been struck with the tragedy of the father of the household dying suddenly, leaving a 15 year old son, a 14 year old daughter and a young widow in her mid 30’s. Raj says me staying there will be a blessing financially but also to the young lad who has just lost his dad. I don’t know what to think or feel about this situation or what it will be like.

Nandu took me up to main road later in the evening. The traffic is mad, there are so many people on the streets and vendors are also trying to sell you stuff even when you said ‘NO’ for the sixth time. I suppose it’s out of desperation and because I’m white they assume I have lots of money.

I wanted to buy a street map a Bangalore so I didn’t get lost and to have for a reference in case any rickshaw drivers were trying to rip me off. Nandu says some drivers will take advantage of tourists that don’t know their way around and just go round and round in circles. I’m adamant that I’m not going to be one of those tourists! Just let them try and rip me off!

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