I took a nice little break this weekend and spent some time with the Stoltzfus family at their home in Delhi. We had a wonderful time! Here are just a few pictures from that weekend.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Sermon Update
Dear Supporters,
I haven’t had time this week to really write an update. However, I have been doing a lot of preaching lately and I wanted to attach for you a copy of one of my sermons. I gave this sermon at a church in Khuttar in North India. I have adapted it for your reading—to include some more American examples. I would love to get your input and see what you think!
Thank you so much for your prayers and support! Please read my blog for updates. You can also view a recent photo album here. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2136937&l=3c811&id=5801699
For Him,
Wayne Clarke
TITLE: Christ’s Controlling Love
VERSE: 2nd Corinthians 5:14-15 (NLT)
DATE: 3/30/08
PLACE: KHUTTAR, U.P. INDIA
“Either way, Christ’s love controls us. Since we believe that Christ died for all, we also believe that we have all died to our old life. He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live for themselves. Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them. (2nd Corinthains 5:14-15NLT)
Wow, what a concept! As I was reading through this scripture during my daily quiet time, I began to really ponder this particular translation. This translation gives an entirely different twist to this passage. In most translations, including the NKJV and the NIV, the word ‘compel’ is used in place of ‘control’. How different the meanings! Compel is merely a strong suggestion; however the word ‘control’ means total surrender.
As I began to chew on this passage a little bit more, I started to evaluate its meaning in my own life. Just how much does Christ’s love control me? Just how much do I portray a Christ like image to my peers, family members and fellow church members? As I began to examine my own life, I realized just how little Christ’s love does, in fact, control me.
As I look at this passage I am reminded of a story I heard during my discipleship training. There was a boy name Joe Perkins (I forget his actual name) that lived in Philadelphia. This boy was cast away by his parents at an early age because he was paralyzed and had no use of his legs, and very little use of his hands. He lived in a small, one room apartment above a busy street with his grandmother. He was unable to live on his own. His grandmother was a Christian and taught the boy, now a young man, about the love of Christ.
Joe was taken aback by the love of Christ and wanted to serve him somehow. He asked God how he could serve with his disability, and God gave him an answer. Joe began to scribe inspirational Bible verses on small pieces of paper. Joe wanted others to hear of the joy Christ had placed in his life. After writing the verse, Joe would toss the piece of paper out of his window in hopes that someone would pick it up. Joe did this for many months and was unsure of the impact he was making.
One day a man did in fact pick up the little piece of paper. He read the verse and was so inspired by the word of God that he gave his life to Christ. The next day the man was walking the same route and found yet another encouraging note. Intrigued, he decided to observe and see from where the mini-devotionals were coming. He noticed a hand pop out of a third story window and drop another piece of paper. The man instantly ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. He met Joe, and they became good friends.
Some time later the man offered Joe a room in his large estate in western part of the state. He offered Joe his own team of doctors, the best meals possible, and a private room with a view. “It would be paradise for you, and your grandmother,” said the man.
Joe stared at the man with great interest “sir, would people walk under my window at your property?” he asked. “Well, I wouldn’t think so, Joe. It’s a huge estate with lots of private property. It would just be you and your grandmother, and the servants,” said the man, astonished that Joe had to think about his answer. “Sir,” said Joe “I think I’ll stay here.” The man stared expressionlessly at Joe and asked him why he would turn down such an offer. “Sir,” said Joe “I think God wants me to stay here. This is my ministry. It’s a way for me to re-pay God for what he’s done for me. Who knows how many people like you have passed under my window?”
This is a paramount case of Christ’s love controlling us. Joe was content in serving Christ because he knew of Christ’s love and allowed it to control his actions and decisions. If such an offer were on the plate, would you be willing to make the same sacrifice. Many, including myself, would have to think long and hard before making that decision.
“So we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. At one time we thought of Christ merely from the human point of view. How differently we know him now! This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life begun!” (2nd Corinthians 5:16-17)
When we accept Christ we do, in fact, begin to evaluate others differently. We begin to feel their pain, we feel their sorrow, and in some cases we feel compelled to help. When a neighbor is hurting, often times we feel obligated as Christians to comfort them, while other non-believing neighbors may pass them by.
How many times have we passed by that stranded motorist on the interstate in lieu of stopping? What would Christ have done in this particular scenario? There have been many times when I have stopped because of a ‘feeling’ that I got. It’s as though the Holy Spirit was tugging at me saying ‘Wayne, what would Jesus do in this case?”
When we stop evaluating others from strictly a human point of view we are able to connect with them on a more personal basis. Everything becomes personal. When the Holy Spirit lives within us, it’s not easy to write off a situation where you could have helped your fellow man, but didn’t. The stranded motorist on the interstate becomes your mother, your sister, or your long lost friend from high school. As Christians we need to continually ask ourselves whether or not we’re willing to allow the love of Christ to control our actions. If the answer is anything other than a clear ‘yes’ it’s best that we re-establish a clear connection with Christ through prayer.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.” (1st Corinthians 13:4-8)
This particular passage describes to us exactly what love is, according to Paul. Paul is writing this letter to the Corinthians, a people group who had partaken in every conceivable manner of sin. The Corinthians were struggling to keep up with a Christian lifestyle in such a metropolitan city. In spite of their continued efforts to be more Christ like and to follow His teachings, they were failing miserably at every corner. Does this sound familiar?
In today’s society it is equally difficult to fall into a pattern of sinful behavior. It is not uncommon for a church-going Christian to file for divorce, get into fights, or partake in sexual immorality. Consistently what it boils down to is a lack of Christ like love within our own lifestyle.
God’s love is completely unselfish. In our modern day era of ‘here and now’ we replace the unselfish love with lust. God’s type of love goes against our own personal inclination—and it’s hard for us to set aside our own desires and replace them with those of Christ. However when we do so, the reward is remarkable. The more we set aside our own desires, and replace them with the love of God, the more we can love without expecting any return.
I’d like you to re-read this passage. Focus particularly on the adjectives contained within. After reading the passage, I’d like you to replace the word “Love” with your own name. As we begin to read it in that manner—immediately it opens up our eyes as to how we’re living our lives. You’ll notice that we have to make slight addendum’s to make it true. “Wayne is patient and kind (most of the time), Wayne is not jealous, or boastful, or proud (well, at least I try not to be), Wayne is not rude (unless I don’t get my coffee in the morning)…” If this is the case, once again we need to re-evaluate our lives.
Now, I’d like you to re-read the passage again. Once again concentrate on the adjectives surrounding love. This time replace the word ‘love’ with the name ‘Jesus’. “Jesus is patient. Jesus is kind….” I would hope at this point you’re noticing a stark contrast in the outlook. But, don’t be discouraged—the only perfect person in the history of mankind was Jesus.
What can be said of this comparison? Are we terrible Christians simply because we cannot live up to the standards set by Paul in this passage? Absolutely not! However, we need to examine our lives very closely to determine whether or not we do, in fact, allow the love of Christ to control our every day actions.
“For God was in Christ, reconciling the world to himself, no longer counting people’s sins against them. And he gave us this wonderful message of reconciliation. So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ when we plead, Come back to God!” (2nd Corinthians 5:19-20)
The question of whether or not Christ’s love controls your every day actions is an important one to ask. According to this scripture, we are Christ’s ambassadors on earth. God has given us the task of bringing people back to him through our behavior and actions. As Christians, we are constantly viewed as a representative of Christ, whether we like it or not. In the eyes of the non-believing community, we reflect accurately the views and teachings of the Christ in the Bible.
In the bestselling fiction book “In His Steps” by Charles Sheldon, Reverend Henry Maxwell challenges his congregation to literally do as Jesus would do in all aspects of their life—regardless of the outcome. Nearly half of his congregation chose to take the discipleship pledge, including publishing giant Mr. Norman. Mr. Norman owned a conglomerate group of newspapers and was a very rich man.
When Mr. Norman took the pledge, he was aware of what it meant. He was aware that he may be required to re-evaluate his business practices and the content within his newspapers. Immediately he withdrew all news surrounding gossip, rumors, sexual promiscuity, and political scandals. He made the choice to publish only stories which would accurately reflect the standards set by Jesus. The community was astonished, and advertisers reacted adversely. They began pulling their advertising. Within months, Mr. Norman was on the verge of bankruptcy. Remarkably, Mr. Norman stayed true to his promise of being a true witness to Christ.
Ms. Virginia Page was an heir to a multi-million dollar fortune. For months Ms. Page debated what to do with her share of the wealth. Toward the end of the book, Virginia decides to give two million dollars as a gift to Mr. Norman, just as he was on the verge of closing his doors. Mr. Norman used this money to start a Christian newspaper and began printing within weeks.
Mr. Norman was a true witness to Christ in the secular world. Just how much did Christ’s love control him? Mr. Norman decided to let the love of Jesus control him entirely, and in the end he was rewarded with the financial gift. How would this story conclude if you were to follow the same pledge? Are you a true witness to those around you? Christ’s love doesn’t call us just as Sunday church attendee, but it commands us to make His appeal through our actions.
Where do you stand in allowing Christ’s love to control your own life? Are you like Mr. Norman? Are you somewhere in between Mr. Norman and Mr. Normal? Are you a living testimony to Christ’s love? It’s our duty to evaluate where we stand and then act accordingly. This concept has revolutionized my life, and I’m certain it will completely change yours also.
I haven’t had time this week to really write an update. However, I have been doing a lot of preaching lately and I wanted to attach for you a copy of one of my sermons. I gave this sermon at a church in Khuttar in North India. I have adapted it for your reading—to include some more American examples. I would love to get your input and see what you think!
Thank you so much for your prayers and support! Please read my blog for updates. You can also view a recent photo album here. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2136937&l=3c811&id=5801699
For Him,
Wayne Clarke
TITLE: Christ’s Controlling Love
VERSE: 2nd Corinthians 5:14-15 (NLT)
DATE: 3/30/08
PLACE: KHUTTAR, U.P. INDIA
“Either way, Christ’s love controls us. Since we believe that Christ died for all, we also believe that we have all died to our old life. He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live for themselves. Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them. (2nd Corinthains 5:14-15NLT)
Wow, what a concept! As I was reading through this scripture during my daily quiet time, I began to really ponder this particular translation. This translation gives an entirely different twist to this passage. In most translations, including the NKJV and the NIV, the word ‘compel’ is used in place of ‘control’. How different the meanings! Compel is merely a strong suggestion; however the word ‘control’ means total surrender.
As I began to chew on this passage a little bit more, I started to evaluate its meaning in my own life. Just how much does Christ’s love control me? Just how much do I portray a Christ like image to my peers, family members and fellow church members? As I began to examine my own life, I realized just how little Christ’s love does, in fact, control me.
As I look at this passage I am reminded of a story I heard during my discipleship training. There was a boy name Joe Perkins (I forget his actual name) that lived in Philadelphia. This boy was cast away by his parents at an early age because he was paralyzed and had no use of his legs, and very little use of his hands. He lived in a small, one room apartment above a busy street with his grandmother. He was unable to live on his own. His grandmother was a Christian and taught the boy, now a young man, about the love of Christ.
Joe was taken aback by the love of Christ and wanted to serve him somehow. He asked God how he could serve with his disability, and God gave him an answer. Joe began to scribe inspirational Bible verses on small pieces of paper. Joe wanted others to hear of the joy Christ had placed in his life. After writing the verse, Joe would toss the piece of paper out of his window in hopes that someone would pick it up. Joe did this for many months and was unsure of the impact he was making.
One day a man did in fact pick up the little piece of paper. He read the verse and was so inspired by the word of God that he gave his life to Christ. The next day the man was walking the same route and found yet another encouraging note. Intrigued, he decided to observe and see from where the mini-devotionals were coming. He noticed a hand pop out of a third story window and drop another piece of paper. The man instantly ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. He met Joe, and they became good friends.
Some time later the man offered Joe a room in his large estate in western part of the state. He offered Joe his own team of doctors, the best meals possible, and a private room with a view. “It would be paradise for you, and your grandmother,” said the man.
Joe stared at the man with great interest “sir, would people walk under my window at your property?” he asked. “Well, I wouldn’t think so, Joe. It’s a huge estate with lots of private property. It would just be you and your grandmother, and the servants,” said the man, astonished that Joe had to think about his answer. “Sir,” said Joe “I think I’ll stay here.” The man stared expressionlessly at Joe and asked him why he would turn down such an offer. “Sir,” said Joe “I think God wants me to stay here. This is my ministry. It’s a way for me to re-pay God for what he’s done for me. Who knows how many people like you have passed under my window?”
This is a paramount case of Christ’s love controlling us. Joe was content in serving Christ because he knew of Christ’s love and allowed it to control his actions and decisions. If such an offer were on the plate, would you be willing to make the same sacrifice. Many, including myself, would have to think long and hard before making that decision.
“So we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. At one time we thought of Christ merely from the human point of view. How differently we know him now! This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life begun!” (2nd Corinthians 5:16-17)
When we accept Christ we do, in fact, begin to evaluate others differently. We begin to feel their pain, we feel their sorrow, and in some cases we feel compelled to help. When a neighbor is hurting, often times we feel obligated as Christians to comfort them, while other non-believing neighbors may pass them by.
How many times have we passed by that stranded motorist on the interstate in lieu of stopping? What would Christ have done in this particular scenario? There have been many times when I have stopped because of a ‘feeling’ that I got. It’s as though the Holy Spirit was tugging at me saying ‘Wayne, what would Jesus do in this case?”
When we stop evaluating others from strictly a human point of view we are able to connect with them on a more personal basis. Everything becomes personal. When the Holy Spirit lives within us, it’s not easy to write off a situation where you could have helped your fellow man, but didn’t. The stranded motorist on the interstate becomes your mother, your sister, or your long lost friend from high school. As Christians we need to continually ask ourselves whether or not we’re willing to allow the love of Christ to control our actions. If the answer is anything other than a clear ‘yes’ it’s best that we re-establish a clear connection with Christ through prayer.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.” (1st Corinthians 13:4-8)
This particular passage describes to us exactly what love is, according to Paul. Paul is writing this letter to the Corinthians, a people group who had partaken in every conceivable manner of sin. The Corinthians were struggling to keep up with a Christian lifestyle in such a metropolitan city. In spite of their continued efforts to be more Christ like and to follow His teachings, they were failing miserably at every corner. Does this sound familiar?
In today’s society it is equally difficult to fall into a pattern of sinful behavior. It is not uncommon for a church-going Christian to file for divorce, get into fights, or partake in sexual immorality. Consistently what it boils down to is a lack of Christ like love within our own lifestyle.
God’s love is completely unselfish. In our modern day era of ‘here and now’ we replace the unselfish love with lust. God’s type of love goes against our own personal inclination—and it’s hard for us to set aside our own desires and replace them with those of Christ. However when we do so, the reward is remarkable. The more we set aside our own desires, and replace them with the love of God, the more we can love without expecting any return.
I’d like you to re-read this passage. Focus particularly on the adjectives contained within. After reading the passage, I’d like you to replace the word “Love” with your own name. As we begin to read it in that manner—immediately it opens up our eyes as to how we’re living our lives. You’ll notice that we have to make slight addendum’s to make it true. “Wayne is patient and kind (most of the time), Wayne is not jealous, or boastful, or proud (well, at least I try not to be), Wayne is not rude (unless I don’t get my coffee in the morning)…” If this is the case, once again we need to re-evaluate our lives.
Now, I’d like you to re-read the passage again. Once again concentrate on the adjectives surrounding love. This time replace the word ‘love’ with the name ‘Jesus’. “Jesus is patient. Jesus is kind….” I would hope at this point you’re noticing a stark contrast in the outlook. But, don’t be discouraged—the only perfect person in the history of mankind was Jesus.
What can be said of this comparison? Are we terrible Christians simply because we cannot live up to the standards set by Paul in this passage? Absolutely not! However, we need to examine our lives very closely to determine whether or not we do, in fact, allow the love of Christ to control our every day actions.
“For God was in Christ, reconciling the world to himself, no longer counting people’s sins against them. And he gave us this wonderful message of reconciliation. So we are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ when we plead, Come back to God!” (2nd Corinthians 5:19-20)
The question of whether or not Christ’s love controls your every day actions is an important one to ask. According to this scripture, we are Christ’s ambassadors on earth. God has given us the task of bringing people back to him through our behavior and actions. As Christians, we are constantly viewed as a representative of Christ, whether we like it or not. In the eyes of the non-believing community, we reflect accurately the views and teachings of the Christ in the Bible.
In the bestselling fiction book “In His Steps” by Charles Sheldon, Reverend Henry Maxwell challenges his congregation to literally do as Jesus would do in all aspects of their life—regardless of the outcome. Nearly half of his congregation chose to take the discipleship pledge, including publishing giant Mr. Norman. Mr. Norman owned a conglomerate group of newspapers and was a very rich man.
When Mr. Norman took the pledge, he was aware of what it meant. He was aware that he may be required to re-evaluate his business practices and the content within his newspapers. Immediately he withdrew all news surrounding gossip, rumors, sexual promiscuity, and political scandals. He made the choice to publish only stories which would accurately reflect the standards set by Jesus. The community was astonished, and advertisers reacted adversely. They began pulling their advertising. Within months, Mr. Norman was on the verge of bankruptcy. Remarkably, Mr. Norman stayed true to his promise of being a true witness to Christ.
Ms. Virginia Page was an heir to a multi-million dollar fortune. For months Ms. Page debated what to do with her share of the wealth. Toward the end of the book, Virginia decides to give two million dollars as a gift to Mr. Norman, just as he was on the verge of closing his doors. Mr. Norman used this money to start a Christian newspaper and began printing within weeks.
Mr. Norman was a true witness to Christ in the secular world. Just how much did Christ’s love control him? Mr. Norman decided to let the love of Jesus control him entirely, and in the end he was rewarded with the financial gift. How would this story conclude if you were to follow the same pledge? Are you a true witness to those around you? Christ’s love doesn’t call us just as Sunday church attendee, but it commands us to make His appeal through our actions.
Where do you stand in allowing Christ’s love to control your own life? Are you like Mr. Norman? Are you somewhere in between Mr. Norman and Mr. Normal? Are you a living testimony to Christ’s love? It’s our duty to evaluate where we stand and then act accordingly. This concept has revolutionized my life, and I’m certain it will completely change yours also.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A trip to God's Own Country
Kerala—After hearing about Kerala nearly every day for the past three months, last week I finally got my opportunity to see what the fuss was all about. Upon landing in Cochin, I instantly understood why this southern state would be affectionately named ‘God’s own country’. Instantly I felt as through I was in another world; large coconut trees towered between buildings, there was greenery everywhere, and best of all, there was hardly any trash on the streets!
I made the trip with Alex, the director of PTL India and my host in Delhi. Early the next morning we rose to travel nearly three hours to his home village in another part of the state. Alex lives in a remote area deep into a forest of rubber and coconut trees. The property was absolutely breathtaking and I felt like I was under the cover of the Amazon Rain Forest. When we arrived we were greeted with a huge meal, complete with Kerala specialties—tapioca and fish fry—and that was just the beginning.
While at Alex’s home I was introduced to several new fruits that grow on his land. Jack fruit, goa, passion fruit, pineapple, and tender coconut all grow within feet of his house. I was told that I could eat as much fruit as I wanted! I heeded the offer and instantly fell in love with the tart, yet sweet taste of fresh passion fruit. I also found a new love in jack fruit, which unfortunately isn’t available anywhere else in the world.
After saying goodbye to Alex’s family, it was time for me to head off on an adventure. Alex had to return to Delhi, so I set off on my own to tour the great state. I brought along my friend Bibbin, a native Keralite, to help me through the language barrier and to keep me company.
We boarded a train to KanyaKumari, the nation’s absolute southernmost point. At KanyaKumari one can swim in both the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean in the same trip. Bibbin and I arrived there, found a reasonably priced hotel, and then set out sight seeing. I was excited to be near the ocean again, as I didn’t think I’d be seeing it until December.
The real sight, however, came in the morning. KanyaKumari is famous for its views of the sunrise. Each year millions of Indian’s trek to this site to view the sunrise. We had a perfect view from the rooftop of our hotel. Unfortunately it was a bit overcast, but beautiful nonetheless. After seeing the sunrise and exploring the city a little more, Bibbin and I set out for our next destination, Kovalam.
We arrived in Kovalam mid afternoon. We found our hotel, a beachside resort with great views of the ocean. Because it’s the off season, it wasn’t crowded at all and we were able to get a room for less than $25. Immediately I ran upstairs, threw on my swimming trunks, and became like a fish! The ocean water was remarkable; a stark contrast from the cold waters I’m used to in Maine, the temperature was about 75 degrees. I stayed in the water playing like a child until dark (about three hours).
The next day I treated Bibbin to his first English style breakfast. He’d never had toast, eggs, bacon, or pancakes before. Bibbin had also never had French pressed coffee, so we had one of those also. It was a great way to start the day, and also was a much needed break from the typical Indian breakfast.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I’ll admit, I didn’t want to leave. Sadly, In the early afternoon Bibbin and I left Kovalam for our final destination, Kochi.
In Kochi we visited Fort Cochin, one of the oldest ports in India and former home to the East India Trading company. Even though Fort Cochin is near a beach, I chose not to swim and instead visited a number of emporiums and souvenir shops. I also collected some shells from the sea side, and then had to put an end to my three day tour of ‘God’s Country’.
It is said that one can make a local call to Heaven from anywhere in Kerala. More than once I thanked the Lord for the tremendous beauty he provides for us. Throughout the three days, Bibbin and I had many times of prayer and reflection. The ocean is the perfect place to reflect on just how much God loves us. It gives you perspective as to how small we really are in comparison to the universe—yet reminds you that God has created this vast beauty for us to enjoy as we serve Him. I’ll say it again, what a mighty God we serve.
I made the trip with Alex, the director of PTL India and my host in Delhi. Early the next morning we rose to travel nearly three hours to his home village in another part of the state. Alex lives in a remote area deep into a forest of rubber and coconut trees. The property was absolutely breathtaking and I felt like I was under the cover of the Amazon Rain Forest. When we arrived we were greeted with a huge meal, complete with Kerala specialties—tapioca and fish fry—and that was just the beginning.
While at Alex’s home I was introduced to several new fruits that grow on his land. Jack fruit, goa, passion fruit, pineapple, and tender coconut all grow within feet of his house. I was told that I could eat as much fruit as I wanted! I heeded the offer and instantly fell in love with the tart, yet sweet taste of fresh passion fruit. I also found a new love in jack fruit, which unfortunately isn’t available anywhere else in the world.
After saying goodbye to Alex’s family, it was time for me to head off on an adventure. Alex had to return to Delhi, so I set off on my own to tour the great state. I brought along my friend Bibbin, a native Keralite, to help me through the language barrier and to keep me company.
We boarded a train to KanyaKumari, the nation’s absolute southernmost point. At KanyaKumari one can swim in both the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean in the same trip. Bibbin and I arrived there, found a reasonably priced hotel, and then set out sight seeing. I was excited to be near the ocean again, as I didn’t think I’d be seeing it until December.
The real sight, however, came in the morning. KanyaKumari is famous for its views of the sunrise. Each year millions of Indian’s trek to this site to view the sunrise. We had a perfect view from the rooftop of our hotel. Unfortunately it was a bit overcast, but beautiful nonetheless. After seeing the sunrise and exploring the city a little more, Bibbin and I set out for our next destination, Kovalam.
We arrived in Kovalam mid afternoon. We found our hotel, a beachside resort with great views of the ocean. Because it’s the off season, it wasn’t crowded at all and we were able to get a room for less than $25. Immediately I ran upstairs, threw on my swimming trunks, and became like a fish! The ocean water was remarkable; a stark contrast from the cold waters I’m used to in Maine, the temperature was about 75 degrees. I stayed in the water playing like a child until dark (about three hours).The next day I treated Bibbin to his first English style breakfast. He’d never had toast, eggs, bacon, or pancakes before. Bibbin had also never had French pressed coffee, so we had one of those also. It was a great way to start the day, and also was a much needed break from the typical Indian breakfast.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I’ll admit, I didn’t want to leave. Sadly, In the early afternoon Bibbin and I left Kovalam for our final destination, Kochi.
In Kochi we visited Fort Cochin, one of the oldest ports in India and former home to the East India Trading company. Even though Fort Cochin is near a beach, I chose not to swim and instead visited a number of emporiums and souvenir shops. I also collected some shells from the sea side, and then had to put an end to my three day tour of ‘God’s Country’.
It is said that one can make a local call to Heaven from anywhere in Kerala. More than once I thanked the Lord for the tremendous beauty he provides for us. Throughout the three days, Bibbin and I had many times of prayer and reflection. The ocean is the perfect place to reflect on just how much God loves us. It gives you perspective as to how small we really are in comparison to the universe—yet reminds you that God has created this vast beauty for us to enjoy as we serve Him. I’ll say it again, what a mighty God we serve.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tamil Nadu Encouragement
Tamil Nadu—I arrived in Tamil Nadu, India’s southern most state, at 4:00 a.m. in the morning. I was greeted by a smiling Pastor V.K. Thomas, who came to pick me up on his motor bike. For one week, I’d be ministering to, praying for, and encouraging the PTL field pastors in the Coimbature area.
After arriving at the home of Pastor Thomas at 4:30 he informed me that I would be preaching at another Pastor’s church at 9:00 a.m. and that he would be taking me there at 8:00. So much for sleep! I collapsed into the bed, passed out, and all too quickly was woken up to begin my first day in Coimbature.
Speaking in public is easy for me to do. I enjoy it and people tell me I’m good at it. However, preaching a full sermon on just three hours sleep with no prior preparation adds a whole new element to the term ‘thinking on your feet’. I called upon the Holy Spirit to give me a topic, and not surprisingly He did. I preached for one hour from Ephesians 6 and encouraged the congregation to daily put on their armor and fight against the Satan’s occupation in their area—little did I know it would be like music to their ears.
After preaching, Pastor Amos congratulated me on such a well prepared sermon. When I told him that I arrived having not prepared, he was amazed. I wasn’t aware that Tamil Nadu is an extremely volatile area toward Christians, and that it’s extremely difficult for believers there to stay encouraged in the face of such opposition. Pastors regularly encounter staunch opposition from the Hindu believers and often are shut out of entire towns.
On Thursday I met with Pastor Michael, one of the victims of the Hindu opposition. Pastor
Michael’s church meets in a small, 10x10 foot bamboo and grass church in the middle of a coconut plantation, about five kilometers from the nearest store. Three years ago Michael was beaten in front of one of the PTL churches. He has also been the victim of verbal abuse and threats over the course of his ministry.
In spite of it all, however, he remains committed to the vision. “I do it for God,” he explained. “The bible tells that we will endure sufferings for him and his ministry. I’m just a part of it.” According to Pastor Michael, often times believers don’t come to church, in fear of what the neighbors may do to them. Throughout the day Michael and I prayed together for a revival in the area, and for the release of Satan’s strongholds. Please pray with us!
Thursday evening I was able to meet with two of Pastor Michael’s believers, a widowed mother and her daughter. The two live in a small, one room apartment adjacent to the small fabric making mill they operate together. The mother, a strong believer for nearly three years, is a walking miracle. “Two years ago, this woman was very mentally ill,” explained Michael. “She wasn’t well. The doctors told her that she wouldn’t recover. She wasn’t able to function correctly. But, since she began believing in Jesus she’s completely healed,” he said. The woman, who only two years ago wasn’t even able to bathe alone, was healed by the touch of Jesus!
My time in Tamil Nadu was all too short. I met with six pastors, all of whom I hope went away more encouraged by my prayers and our fellowship. All too often people fail to call on the power of God to help them through their hardships. However, these pastors have learned that the only way to get through such adversity is to call on the power of Jesus. I went to encourage them, and walked away with encouragement myself. What a mighty God we serve.
After arriving at the home of Pastor Thomas at 4:30 he informed me that I would be preaching at another Pastor’s church at 9:00 a.m. and that he would be taking me there at 8:00. So much for sleep! I collapsed into the bed, passed out, and all too quickly was woken up to begin my first day in Coimbature.
Speaking in public is easy for me to do. I enjoy it and people tell me I’m good at it. However, preaching a full sermon on just three hours sleep with no prior preparation adds a whole new element to the term ‘thinking on your feet’. I called upon the Holy Spirit to give me a topic, and not surprisingly He did. I preached for one hour from Ephesians 6 and encouraged the congregation to daily put on their armor and fight against the Satan’s occupation in their area—little did I know it would be like music to their ears.
After preaching, Pastor Amos congratulated me on such a well prepared sermon. When I told him that I arrived having not prepared, he was amazed. I wasn’t aware that Tamil Nadu is an extremely volatile area toward Christians, and that it’s extremely difficult for believers there to stay encouraged in the face of such opposition. Pastors regularly encounter staunch opposition from the Hindu believers and often are shut out of entire towns.
On Thursday I met with Pastor Michael, one of the victims of the Hindu opposition. Pastor
Michael’s church meets in a small, 10x10 foot bamboo and grass church in the middle of a coconut plantation, about five kilometers from the nearest store. Three years ago Michael was beaten in front of one of the PTL churches. He has also been the victim of verbal abuse and threats over the course of his ministry.
In spite of it all, however, he remains committed to the vision. “I do it for God,” he explained. “The bible tells that we will endure sufferings for him and his ministry. I’m just a part of it.” According to Pastor Michael, often times believers don’t come to church, in fear of what the neighbors may do to them. Throughout the day Michael and I prayed together for a revival in the area, and for the release of Satan’s strongholds. Please pray with us!
Thursday evening I was able to meet with two of Pastor Michael’s believers, a widowed mother and her daughter. The two live in a small, one room apartment adjacent to the small fabric making mill they operate together. The mother, a strong believer for nearly three years, is a walking miracle. “Two years ago, this woman was very mentally ill,” explained Michael. “She wasn’t well. The doctors told her that she wouldn’t recover. She wasn’t able to function correctly. But, since she began believing in Jesus she’s completely healed,” he said. The woman, who only two years ago wasn’t even able to bathe alone, was healed by the touch of Jesus!My time in Tamil Nadu was all too short. I met with six pastors, all of whom I hope went away more encouraged by my prayers and our fellowship. All too often people fail to call on the power of God to help them through their hardships. However, these pastors have learned that the only way to get through such adversity is to call on the power of Jesus. I went to encourage them, and walked away with encouragement myself. What a mighty God we serve.
Vacation Bible Camp '08
Sahibabad— On May 21-24th, children from the Ghaziabad/Sahibabad area brought their vibrant energy and loud screams to the Christian Fellowship Center for the third annual Vacation Bible Camp. As registration began, droves of young people lined the front of the Church as volunteers rushed to accommodate the masses. At first glance, one could tell that the week to come was going to be anything but routine.
After weeks of preparation, at last it was time to bring the vision to life. The theme, ‘Making a Difference’, was chosen for this year’s VBC. Students took part in activities throughout the week surrounding the theme. The children were presented with testimonies of real life people who made a difference, took part in classes to equip them to make a difference, and competed in various games.
“VBC is more than a program, it’s a vision. It’s a ministry,” said Pastor P.C. Alexander, of CFC. And a ministry it is. Throughout the week students took part in vibrant worship sessions, times of prayer, and were closely mentored by adults. Many of the children in attendance belong to Hindu families and had never been to an event like this. “I’d say a good number of these kids had never been to a church before,” said Alexander.
The highlight of the ministry, however, came from a surprising source, Youth Pastor Sailesh Roch. Roch, a pastor with the Assemblies of God, is not unlike other youth pastors; he presents the gospel, entertains young people with action songs, and teaches valuable biblical lessons and moral values. However, Roch does this all while dressed as a clown. Throughout the week Pastor Roch kept the kids entertained by performing magic tricks, puppet shows, and making balloon animals—all with a clean biblical theme.
“People are surprised to learn that I am a pastor,” says Roch, who has been doing the clown act full time for two years.
I was so intrigued by Pastor Roch’s approach that I, too, felt the urge to try his trade. On Saturday, the final day of VBC, I dressed in a clown suit and performed with him. I found myself singing songs, playing tricks on the other pastors, and dancing around. We had a wonderful time, and I am considering borrowing his method to take back to the States.
After four action packed days, unfortunately VBC ended. It was sad to see the hundreds of kids driving away in our busses. VBC was a wonderful time filled with great memories. It’s not known how many of the children committed themselves to Christ during that week; however it is known that the seeds have been planted in the over 350 youth who have attended.
After weeks of preparation, at last it was time to bring the vision to life. The theme, ‘Making a Difference’, was chosen for this year’s VBC. Students took part in activities throughout the week surrounding the theme. The children were presented with testimonies of real life people who made a difference, took part in classes to equip them to make a difference, and competed in various games.
“VBC is more than a program, it’s a vision. It’s a ministry,” said Pastor P.C. Alexander, of CFC. And a ministry it is. Throughout the week students took part in vibrant worship sessions, times of prayer, and were closely mentored by adults. Many of the children in attendance belong to Hindu families and had never been to an event like this. “I’d say a good number of these kids had never been to a church before,” said Alexander.
The highlight of the ministry, however, came from a surprising source, Youth Pastor Sailesh Roch. Roch, a pastor with the Assemblies of God, is not unlike other youth pastors; he presents the gospel, entertains young people with action songs, and teaches valuable biblical lessons and moral values. However, Roch does this all while dressed as a clown. Throughout the week Pastor Roch kept the kids entertained by performing magic tricks, puppet shows, and making balloon animals—all with a clean biblical theme.
“People are surprised to learn that I am a pastor,” says Roch, who has been doing the clown act full time for two years.
“Pastors are not supposed to dress like this, and act like this. But, the kidshe explained.
need to be reached differently than adults. They get bored after just a few
minutes, so I keep them entertained and teach them at the same time,”
I was so intrigued by Pastor Roch’s approach that I, too, felt the urge to try his trade. On Saturday, the final day of VBC, I dressed in a clown suit and performed with him. I found myself singing songs, playing tricks on the other pastors, and dancing around. We had a wonderful time, and I am considering borrowing his method to take back to the States.
After four action packed days, unfortunately VBC ended. It was sad to see the hundreds of kids driving away in our busses. VBC was a wonderful time filled with great memories. It’s not known how many of the children committed themselves to Christ during that week; however it is known that the seeds have been planted in the over 350 youth who have attended.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Incredible India
As I enter the stadium I have no idea where I am going, or what I am
getting myself into. In my recent weeks in India I've taken a liking to cricket
and I'm about to step out in faith and attend my first professional match. Now,
I'll admit that being surrounded by 50,000 energetic, screaming Indians worried
me, but, once the match started, all my worries faded away and I began to enjoy
the match. The ambiance had a feeling similar to that of a game at Fenway. Once
the match was underway, I found myself craving a Fenway Frank and a box of
cracker jacks; Instead, the vendors were selling Roti and Dosas. I decided to
skip the Dosas and just enjoy the match.However, after Delhi managed to ransack the competition in 20 overs, I began to feel sick. I began to sweat profusely, and my stomach turned in pain. I wrote it off as merely my body's response to the intense heat. After Deccan played their way through five overs, I forced myself to go to the restroom where I got miserably sick. After I blacked out for a few seconds, I decided that it would be best for me to leave the stadium. I called my driver, and met him outside. As he went to get the vehicle, I once again blacked out.
I asked the driver to take me to the hospital, as I knew something was terribly wrong; thus began a three day stay at an Indian hospital. I was severely dehydrated (they gave me over 7 liters of fluid in 12 hours) and my stomach wasn't holding anything in. The verdict was that I was suffering from an infection in my intestines which caused the dehydration. Thankfully, after three days, I fully recovered.
Indian hospitals are similar to hospitals in the United States--but not in a lot of ways. This particular hospital reminded my of the 1970's. The nurses come to work in pure white uniforms, flat sandal like shoes (with white socks), and wear nurses caps. They take your temperature using a mercury thermometer, and never wear gloves when handling needles or giving you injections. I was amazed when they started my IV without even rubbing alcohol on my skin.
I was also amazed at the way they changed the medications in my IV without even flushing it out with saline first. The nurse looked at me like I had three heads when I asked her if she could flush it out, as it was beginning to clot and hurt. She didn't know what I meant. In spite of these sanitary differences, the care I received was second to none.
I think I amused the nurses--as they always left laughing at my terrible attempts to speak Hindi and communicate what I needed with my limited language skills. We were able to laugh together, which made my time go more quickly.
In spite of this terrible illness, I am not discouraged! I love it here in
India
and remain in good spirits. I am committed to finishing out my term on
a
positive note--and I will not let the enemy derail my service to the Lord.
The
Lord has been with me throughout this entire sickness, encouraging me
and giving
me the strength to continue.I also have greatly appreciated your prayers and support throughout this difficult period of time, and would ask that you continue to pray for my health. I am confident, with the Holy Spirit at my side, I will be able to continue my work here in India. ***
Monday, May 12, 2008
These are my 10th grade students. This was, without a doubt, my best class to teach.
I am presenting an award to a student at a new school PTL opened up in the State of Punjab.
This is me with my 7th class students. They are a cool group of kids.
Riding elephants is fun!
My host family. Mother Siscily, Papa Thomas, Tincy and Tomsy.
I HATE mosquitoes!!!!!!!!! Yes, those are all mosquito bites.
Me sharing the Gospel with 200 students in Mainia. God also ministers to those who minister...
Leaving a place such as Khuttar after you’ve built strong relationships is far from an easy task. After all, I had developed such great friendships and my ministry in Khuttar was extremely productive, why should I have to leave? However, on April 6th I reluctantly stepped foot into the rusty old Jeep, filled with 9 Indians, which was to take me to my new ministry location. As I drove away on the dilapidated, pot hole filled road, I couldn’t help but feel helpless, as though I was leaving behind my family. I felt empty, and even a bit depressed to be leaving behind such a great little town. The very town I hated when I arrived had become my second home, and I didn’t want to leave.
I arrived in Sampurna Nager late in the evening on the 6th. My host family placed me in a small room in the back of the home with no window. I felt even more helpless and suffocated. What in the world had I gotten myself into? The next day I was to begin teaching, but yet I couldn’t even imagine spending another second in this terrible place. It was going to be a long four weeks.
The next day I woke up to begin my temporary career as a teacher. I was looking forward to going to the school and looking forward to meeting the students. I was greeted by 250 smiling students—and instantly my spirit was lifted. I began my day by visiting a very excited 7th grade classroom. They were incredibly excited to have a foreigner teaching them, much less an American. Surprisingly, their English was quite good. I began teaching my subject—none other than English.
After some time, I began to get used to my routine of teaching during the day, playing badminton in the evening, and then eating late at night. As my hosts began to learn me needs, they moved my bed outside, where I could sleep better. Thomas and Siscily were my host parents-and after I adjusted to the change, they were great. They even went so far as to build me a western style toilet stool so that I would feel more comfortable.
I was able to build great relationships at the school. The students loved me. I had 250 students from 2nd class to 10th class. When I left the school last week, many of them gave me gifts. I now have nearly an entire suitcase filled with various gifts. When I arrived, I hated my new location. However, when I left, I felt as though I was leaving a piece of me behind.
The time in Sampurna Nager wasn’t easy at all. Continually I had to rely on God to help me through the tough times. With no electricity, super hot heat, and a sickness that just would not quit, I found that God continually ministered to me, more than I ever could minister to others. I found Romans 8:26 particularly helpful. “We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.” Through the hard times, I found a renewed faith in God that I never could have gotten elsewhere.
I arrived in Sampurna Nager late in the evening on the 6th. My host family placed me in a small room in the back of the home with no window. I felt even more helpless and suffocated. What in the world had I gotten myself into? The next day I was to begin teaching, but yet I couldn’t even imagine spending another second in this terrible place. It was going to be a long four weeks.
The next day I woke up to begin my temporary career as a teacher. I was looking forward to going to the school and looking forward to meeting the students. I was greeted by 250 smiling students—and instantly my spirit was lifted. I began my day by visiting a very excited 7th grade classroom. They were incredibly excited to have a foreigner teaching them, much less an American. Surprisingly, their English was quite good. I began teaching my subject—none other than English.
After some time, I began to get used to my routine of teaching during the day, playing badminton in the evening, and then eating late at night. As my hosts began to learn me needs, they moved my bed outside, where I could sleep better. Thomas and Siscily were my host parents-and after I adjusted to the change, they were great. They even went so far as to build me a western style toilet stool so that I would feel more comfortable.
I was able to build great relationships at the school. The students loved me. I had 250 students from 2nd class to 10th class. When I left the school last week, many of them gave me gifts. I now have nearly an entire suitcase filled with various gifts. When I arrived, I hated my new location. However, when I left, I felt as though I was leaving a piece of me behind.
The time in Sampurna Nager wasn’t easy at all. Continually I had to rely on God to help me through the tough times. With no electricity, super hot heat, and a sickness that just would not quit, I found that God continually ministered to me, more than I ever could minister to others. I found Romans 8:26 particularly helpful. “We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.” Through the hard times, I found a renewed faith in God that I never could have gotten elsewhere.
Eastern UP
‘It’s March 23rd, and as I say goodbye to the Delhi area, I am excited to begin
my ministry. As I board the bus at the Delhi bus station, it’s clear to me that
I am in for an interesting trip. I am about to spent 13 hours on a bus crowded
with 65 Indians, with no idea where I am going. This is going to be an
interesting trip’
Upon reaching Khuttar, I was nervous and scared. There, unlike in Delhi, I would be the only white person within 300 kilometers. Manoj, my host, registered me with the local police department, which in and of itself was intimidating.
Being an American, and a spoiled one at that, it was extremely hard for me to adjust to the lack of electricity, the droves of mosquitoes, and the apparent lack of cleanliness. However, after some time, I began to adjust to my new environment.
On my second night in Khuttar I attended a prayer meeting with nearly 25 people. Indians live very prayer-filled lives. After they were done praying, I was asked to speak from God’s word. I was quite caught off guard, as I hadn’t prepared anything, but I called upon the Holy Spirit to give me the words, and he supplied me with a topic. Thus, my true ministry began.
During my time in Khuttar, ten people became new followers of Christ after I shared the Gospel with them. I was humbled when Pastor Manoj said to me “Wayne, you’ve got a gift for sharing the Gospel.” During my two weeks in Khuttar, I shared the gospel nearly every evening. I have realized that nothing is more powerful than the words of God.
Greetings from the Field!!!
Wow! After two months I can finally sit at a computer and update my friends, family, and supporters. By this point, you’re probably thinking that I’ve run away with your money for a wonderful vacation in the Bahamas. Contrary, however, I’ve been doing great ministry work in the Eastern part of Uttar Pradesh, near the Nepali border. In this newsletter I’ll tell you all about the work that took place there.
It’s good to be back in Delhi, where I have at least semi-regular electric current, and a computer to work on. I am settling in here and getting used to my surroundings. As with everything in India, everywhere I go is a new adventure and a new experience. I’ll tell you of some of my experiences later in this update. I want to thank you all for your continued support, both financially and in prayer. Your support allows me to continue to work hard to reach the lost and build relationships here. Once again, thank you!
It’s good to be back in Delhi, where I have at least semi-regular electric current, and a computer to work on. I am settling in here and getting used to my surroundings. As with everything in India, everywhere I go is a new adventure and a new experience. I’ll tell you of some of my experiences later in this update. I want to thank you all for your continued support, both financially and in prayer. Your support allows me to continue to work hard to reach the lost and build relationships here. Once again, thank you!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Last Supper
YES Newsletter Pre-Departure
Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
The last supper has come. As I bite into the big, juicy, succulent burger at Ruby Tuesday, I reflect on just how much I will miss eating red meat. I take another bite and watch as the juice and barbeque sauce drip down to my plate. I savor each and every bite as though it’s the last one I’ll take. Oh boy, will I miss my burgers and steak! You see—they don’t eat red meat in India. I must have missed this memo! The Hindu people regard the Cow as a God. Thankfully, I’m going there to teach them that Cows aren’t a deity, and that the only way to salvation is through Jesus. Maybe this will result in my acquiring a little more of the food I love.
As I sit here , I know that I should be doing a number of things. I need to finish packing, I need to make some final phone calls, and, of course, I need to sleep. However, I have just finished a weekend of learning how to teach English as a second language, and I think it’s time to relax a bit!
I leave for India tomorrow evening. I’ll step onto the plane in New York at 9pm, and will arrive in India at approximately 12:05 AM (local time) on Wednesday morning. Thankfully we can sleep on the plane shortly after takeoff. We’ll make on stop in Brussels to refuel, and then it’s off to New Delhi, India. Our total elapsed time in the air will be between 20-22 hours. I am hoping that these 22 hours go a lot better than my flight back to Harrisburg went on Friday!
I wanted to thank you all for your support on this mission. I had the wonderful opportunity to see a lot of you when I returned to Maine this past week. However, I think it’s important that I thank you all one more time. Without your support, I would not be where I am at today. I truly feel as though I have followed God’s calling to India. Your support has allowed me to grow an incredible amount as a man of God. I learned an invaluable amount of information while at HDC these two months—and I cannot wait to put that new knowledge to practice! For your information, I am approximately $900 away from my final goal of $10,000. This could not have been done without you!!
I also want to extend a special thank you to the people of Kennebec Mennonite Church in Augusta for allowing me to preach this past Sunday. Teaching on Sunday allowed me to affirm that God has a calling for me, and I am following it to his delight. I want to thank Glenn and Esther for their hospitality, and to Glenn for offering me advice and mentorship throughout my trip.
Thank you all, once again! Please feel free to visit my blog at www.indiawayne.blogspot.com for periodic updates, and most importantly, pictures!! As I begin my journey to India, it’s comforting to know that I have so many wonderful people standing with me as I serve Him!
Praises:
1.) I made it through mission’s boot camp!
2.) God is affirming my calling to ministry!
Prayer Requests:
1.) Travel to India on Monday. May we get there safely, without fail—and with our luggage!
2.) God will keep my mind open to the new culture that I am about to experience!
3.) God will continue to reveal himself to me, and that the Holy Spirit will walk beside me and keep me safe.
For Him,
Wayne D. Clarke
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