A Taste of the East
Right now I am quite literally like the father of John the baptist before his birth when it comes to online communication. Do not be suprised at the sudden shift in focus. The reasons for this will come later.
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India is an amazing place! After being here a week now, I am still six days behind in taking all of this in. I have learned more in this week than any other week or month in my entire life. There is so much, but my heart is so slow in taking it in... no it is caliced. I hope that it will open up to engulf the lives that these people live that are so different from my own. Here are some of my thoughts (the most precious I cannot share, later I will)
A tractor driving slowly down the street in the seering heat pulling a widetrailer carrying large sticks. On these sticks sit three boys, silently. Their days work is light, they pay too is even lighter. What do they talk about together, what do they think? Their lives are so simple!
The mountians, these foothills of the Himilayas are covered in green providing a relief to the furnace outside. Our pine trees are neatly stacked on our mountins, a uniform canvas. But here the hills are very steep and the trees on the tops of the mountains stretch so much higher and their trunks are exposed well above the hilltop. These are things I have only seen before in my dreams.
A people so different so exotic. Some speak sixteen languages, others usually three or four. Every 60 kilometers a new language and new region and new culture. The road system is the very embodyment of choas, yet it is more efficient than the streets of California. One god blends into the next, and the western gods too, the heralds of materialism, they too have entered the sythesis.
A small temple stands next to a large factory. In a village, the temple is the pinnacle. The huts and homes bow down. But in many places here, the greater diety, Progress has assumed a throne, raising the earth and calling many forth into the hectic lifestyle we know in the west. Others choose to sell watermelons in the shade by the street all day.
Again, I apologize for the obscurity, you will find out soon why. I miss everyone so much. I have so much to share. I hope all your lives are going well, and your summer is not fleeting into obscurity, but you are finding deep satisfaction in Living Water.
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India is an amazing place! After being here a week now, I am still six days behind in taking all of this in. I have learned more in this week than any other week or month in my entire life. There is so much, but my heart is so slow in taking it in... no it is caliced. I hope that it will open up to engulf the lives that these people live that are so different from my own. Here are some of my thoughts (the most precious I cannot share, later I will)
A tractor driving slowly down the street in the seering heat pulling a widetrailer carrying large sticks. On these sticks sit three boys, silently. Their days work is light, they pay too is even lighter. What do they talk about together, what do they think? Their lives are so simple!
The mountians, these foothills of the Himilayas are covered in green providing a relief to the furnace outside. Our pine trees are neatly stacked on our mountins, a uniform canvas. But here the hills are very steep and the trees on the tops of the mountains stretch so much higher and their trunks are exposed well above the hilltop. These are things I have only seen before in my dreams.
A people so different so exotic. Some speak sixteen languages, others usually three or four. Every 60 kilometers a new language and new region and new culture. The road system is the very embodyment of choas, yet it is more efficient than the streets of California. One god blends into the next, and the western gods too, the heralds of materialism, they too have entered the sythesis.
A small temple stands next to a large factory. In a village, the temple is the pinnacle. The huts and homes bow down. But in many places here, the greater diety, Progress has assumed a throne, raising the earth and calling many forth into the hectic lifestyle we know in the west. Others choose to sell watermelons in the shade by the street all day.
Again, I apologize for the obscurity, you will find out soon why. I miss everyone so much. I have so much to share. I hope all your lives are going well, and your summer is not fleeting into obscurity, but you are finding deep satisfaction in Living Water.
posted by Mike Burbidge | 4:03 AM
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