Cashmere to West Bengal (Part 2)

St Augustine's, Christchurch visited the John Morrison Memorial Home in India

25 July 2013

Part one of this story featured on our website in July 2012. The story introduced the John Morrison Memorial Home (a children's orphanage) located in West Bengal, India and its link with the parish of St Augustine's, Cashmere, Christchurch. Here then, twelve months later, is part two.

Supported by the Tikanga Pakeha Missions Council Grant » 

 


 

 

High Five! Morrison Home Family with Kiwi Guests.

High Five! Morrison Home Family with Kiwi Guests.

Introduction

Along with many other folk at St Augustine’s, I was packed into the parish lounge for a very special evening. Excitement filled the air, chatter and clatter contested as people of all ages challenged the pot luck meal set before them. During the busy hum of mixed and varied conversation the food was doomed, consumed!

I guess like many, I went along with a few personal questions of my own to put to the adult team but I need not have bothered. Team members spoke excitedly of their experience, stories from the heart simply flowed from each of them and my questions were soon irrelevant.

As a way of introduction Rev Kevin Tapper (the team leader) had a few simple quotes that took my fancy: Namaskar - a general greeting. Bolliwood - headwear. Goolambjallum - dessert. This next quote really I like! - “winners never quit and quitters never win.” It seems there were two directives for driving in Indian traffic - blow your horn and follow traffic rules!

Yes we were chuckling too, eager to hear more. It was now that Kevin introduced his Kiwi friend Joel who also calls Christchurch home. In a way Joel was part of the Morrison Home having had his first trip there in 2005. Joel had been working in Cambodia, constructing a climbing wall late 2012. With the job complete he traveled on to India to spend Christmas with the Kids at the Morrison Home. Joel, who speaks a little pigeon Bengali, was at the Home as the Cashmere Team arrived. This was a huge help to the arriving Kiwis as only a little conversational English is spoken at the home.

Perhaps now is a good time to introduce the remainder of the Team. Team leader, Rev Kev as he is affectionately known had with him his loving wife Helen, a teacher, their daughter Megan, at that time a student of Laidlaw College, Christchurch; Mrs Gillian van Voorthuizen a busy housewife and teacher; Mrs Kaye Hyams, health professional and Mr Alistair Phillips, an arborist and keen photographer.

 


 

Gillian the teacher with friends.

Gillian the teacher with friends.

Initial Excitement and Challenges

It was now members were invited to speak briefly on two topics; what were exciting things and what were challenging things?

An exciting thing for Megan was to connect with the young girls at the Home: “A passion for young people emerged; they would touch me and call me sister.” And what challenged you: “I had a great experience when visiting Cambodia two years ago. I went to India expecting the same but it didn’t happen. There is this prayer - ‘Break my heart Lord with what breaks yours’ but it was not the same in India.”

Gillian was challenged by the language having ever only spoken English and a little Maori. “I noticed a huge contrast between the Morrison Home and the local village, an exciting difference. In the Home I could play, sing, touch and joke. I could do none of this in the village. Christian values make such a difference. Our arrival time at the Home had been 10:30pm. The kids were all seated on the floor in rows patiently waiting for us!”

Gillian comments about the language barrier and here one can see the teacher coming through. “Without the language one is forced to work hard, highlighting little gestures, shaking hands, tickling palms and the like always got a response - treasured moments these! Take Amit, one of the older boys. He had no mother, his father had murdered her. Amit’s heart was closed but I soon observed that he treasured a hug.” 

It seems Helen had a huge challenge. “Well it was! At 10pm on New Years Eve they commenced a two hour service at the Home. It was compulsory for all kids, adults and staff. The poor little kids were forced to stay awake. Devotions were compulsory discipline, learning to sing, pray and fellowship - my mother hat was challenged.”

Initial greeting with our hosts at 10pm

Initial greeting with our hosts at 10pm.

Kaye was to the point “being constantly stared at got to us, especially us girls. Jesse was a little disabled boy at the home. His father was one of the original boys there when it was first constructed. We had heard about Jesse before leaving New Zealand and so we decided to take him a wheelchair. We seated him into it and it made my heart sing.”

Joel, not a regular at St Augustine’s, had been invited along for the evening, after all he is very much part of the Morrison Home story. He had also made an observation or too. “I was challenged by the cast system, the rich and the poor. The kids from the streets come to the Home very closed. In time they change - from crisis, to Christ, to freedom. Mother, Father Love is available at the Home.”

For Kevin, meeting Rev Nathan clergy to clergy was a real buzz. Also meeting his wife Sabita and other people at the Home on a daily basis; it was all about connecting! “Nathan aims to increase numbers at the Home. Out in the village there is this Hindu - Muslim base with Krishna music blaring forth all day long. It is in your face from very early in the morning, every day - challenging! Nathan is a first generation Christian. Prior to this trip I did not know what the Morrison Home looked like, it had only been presented via photos of kids at work and play. It was so cool to actually be there amongst the kids and their carers!” 

Observations from Alistair arrived recently via Gmail from somewhere deep inside India or Nepal. “A crazy taxi ride from Kolkata airport to our accommodation at the Baptist Mission was fast, weaving in and out of the dense traffic, sights and sounds were all so different. My nerves were experiencing an adrenalin high - it was great!”

 


 

Comparisons

Helen noted that a New Zealand city has set boundaries and lots of green. “In India one is unsure when one leaves the city. The Home is on the outskirts, we walked to Chandrakona Road. We noted many brassicas are grown, cabbage and broccoli. Family plots are split to sons and split again as generations come, boundaries are blurred. The fine rich soil is very red and heavily cropped often three crops per year.

Extentions to the JMMH

Extentions to the JMMH

There are no clear demarcation lines, city, town, village, hamlets all within blurred boundaries. Motorways can be four lanes each way with heavy traffic roaring by. There are roadside stalls all the way, even along the centre of the motorway and little hamlets to the left and to the right with rice spread drying in the sun. The green crops were covered with red dust. The green of rural New Zealand was impossible to find. All this coupled with people everywhere was a real challenge.

 


 

A typical day at the Home

Kevin observed that the Church and the Home are closely linked, that Nathan is both CEO and Pastor of the Church. The Church runs a mother’s clinic. Many women streamed into the Home when Helen gave her testimony, she kept her words simple and used short phrases. These were translated; the demeanor of the women was noticeable, with many making eye contact and nodding as she spoke.

On one occasion the Kiwi visitors attended a children’s meeting with two hundred 5 - 15 year old children from the village present. The discussions included bible stories plus health and safety issues. Father Abraham was a favourite song. A relay for one hundred and twenty kids required major organizational skills. On one particular day each of these children were weighed and given a blanket - an outreach from the Home to the village, financed from supporters in the USA.

 


 

Refreshment stop enroute to the beach.

Refreshment stop enroute to the beach.

Outings

Excitement levels rose, the kids were hearing whispers of a visit to the gardens and the chance to ride the bumper boats. Of course we had to pay to enter the gardens. As Kiwis, our eyes scanned the gardens, immediately certain thoughts came to mind - gosh, OSH would have a field day here! Isn’t it interesting how we judge from what we know, from what is normal for us? The children however had a ball, rickety old paddle boats on dirty brown water were a source of utter joy to them. They knew no difference.

The AAW at St Augustine’s had sent a significant financial gift via the travelers from down under, especially for the children at the Morrison Home. One New Zealand dollar goes a long way in India - NZ$1 = 40 Rupees. Indeed it did go a long way, as the blurry eyed Kiwis observed!

“Chandrakona Road is a long five hour car journey to the Bay of Bengal. It was a 6am departure for the five fully ladened hired vehicles on a winters morn. On arrival we found the beach was crowded, people simply stared at us. It was all there; horse rides, animal dung, drinks, coconut milk, jewelry, human dung, overt massage, professional beggars, varying quality of clothing etc.

“The children, wearing their clothes, loved the beach. Photos snapped as they splashed about reveal expressions of pure and utter joy all over their faces - thanks AAW Ladies!

“It was a long day but a wonderful blessing for the children, something they will remember and treasure for ever - the day the Kiwis took us to the beach!”

 


 

Local Market

Local Market

Random Observations

Shopping was quite an experience; sometimes scary but always very colourful. Sabita was with us which was very helpful, especially with the language barrier.

We walked to a country area followed by the children, intent on visiting a village well. By chance we met two of the original boys from the Home. Adults now, they have gone on to start their own homes in Kolkata - John Morrison’s legacy continues on.

Churches in India are ‘Community Churches’. Cordial is used for communion, not wine. Preaching there was challenging - we all used short sentences while Nathan translated.

People here want the Gospel, they soaked up the teaching - we were reminded of that scripture in Luke - “Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?” Luke 24:32

Daily devotions with the kids involved singing, prayer and a small skit from us visitors. This drew some of us out of our comfort zones but in the end the experience proved rewarding. Scheduled Services were attended and found to be quite long. Here, both Hindi and English were spoken (for our benefit). The time of daily devotions varied, 6am or 9pm. These were often energetic with much clapping and jumping. As leader, Joel would call - “are you ready?” The kids, their arms out in front of their chests, rolling in a circular motion would respond in a united voice - “Oh yes!”

There’s is a simple faith which includes preaching the Word and a pure love for God.

The atmosphere outside the Home is so oppressive - constant noise - horns blowing, heavy base music, clashing; thud - thud - thud. Christian worship is such a contrast - daily time with God is very special.

 

 


 

The ten day visit to the Morrison Home was soon over. On a Tuesday the Team headed for home minus one. Alistair headed into the sunrise and the unknown. He took the opportunity to trek through the mountains of India and Nepal with his camera at the ready. He is on extended leave for a few months. Of course parishioners are itching for his return and another photographic evening, the first fundraiser for the next mission trip to John Morrison Memorial Home perhaps?

 

A special thank you to individual team members for allowing their comments to be recorded here!
Compiled by David Lockyer
Mission Motivator - St Augustine's, Cashmere