Long Journeys, Mr Fixit and Worshipping Hands

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Update From Nepal – Part 10 (the final one)

How to summarise this life-changing experience? We have been left with wonderful memories of the lovely Christians in SD church and the Leprosy Colony church. Their warmth and friendliness, their genuine gratitude at our coming, the hugs, the handshakes, the smiling faces, the “Jaimassee” from everyone, it is quite humbling. Some of us feel as if we have done little but they are so grateful that we have come.

We heard later how much effort some of the leaders had made to get to Kathmandu. The four leaders from Jumla had spent one day walking and then six days travelling by buses, some of which they had to get out and push because of snow and muddy roads. The folks from Mugu took even longer. They walked for a day and a half and then had to wait for 6 days for a flight from the tiny airport to another small airport and then they got a bus to Kathmandu. Total journey time was nearly 10 days.

B has become Mr Fixit for the team, getting us out of many difficulties and always remaining cheerful. A born leader, he also has that rare gift of sensitivity for those around him. He sees the person who has a problem, who is hurting, who is sad and draws alongside them. He has clearly learnt a lot from his father, who has a real pastoral heart for his flock. His mother too always looks out for the disabled in the church, particularly the young women. They are a family who put the flock first. Of course, being Nepali themselves is the greatest benefit in leading the church. They understand the people, the culture they have come out of and how to deal with the Nepali politicians and bureaucrats.

Silly things we have missed since leaving home. A good cup of tea, proper porridge, my handbag, my dog, traffic lights and toilet paper with perforations. What a strange lot we are!

One image from our trip will stay with me. It was on our second visit to the Leprosy Colony church. It had rough white walls, a low ceiling and hard floors covered in rugs for the congregation to sit on. People were packed in, men on one side and women on the other. The preacher stood behind a small wooden table, under which the occasional baby scrambled. The singing, accompanied by a small drum and a tambourine, was tuneful and enthusiastic.

Hidden by the other women, I couldn’t see her face, but I saw her hands. Silhouetted by a small window, she raised her arms in praise. One finger was missing, the rest were of various lengths and some were crooked. Leprosy had taken its toll. Her hands had suffered but her heart was worshipping God.

Alan Robinson is one of six team members on a CMSI META (Mission Experience Team Abroad) to Nepal. He has been posting regular updates from Kathmandu, which you can read here


Jenny Christie said Mon, 26 Jan 2015 12:23PM

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