LIGHT YOUR WORLD, LITTER NO LONGER!

Most often we do not consider several little things that can make bigger changes while it does not even cost us. We just need to develop best practices and tell of it to our children we love and the students we train. Teach values and best practices to the younger generation and the world is going to be different and better place to live. We may think, ‘how can just me make a difference…?  We can, at least for one, at a time...!

I believe many things we say or do, intentionally or unknowingly, are just because of our value system; the way we are. That’s why we need an attitudinal change in everything. What we are is more important than what we say or do; our saying and doing come out of our being. Many of us do not want to change, or throw away our old habits while we want others to change!   

LIGHT YOUR WORLD, LITTER NO LONGER!

We need to get rid of some of our bad habits and ways of life. But should we throw away what we want to discard? We need to learn to dispose, bury and burn. (Not plastics and rubber!).

  Fresh in my mind, is from a recent conference that I had attended.  Over 2,150 people were there at the conference. The prior registration was limited and not anybody could walk in. All of us where senior leaders, young professionals, graduate and university students who are mentored by us and of course, some of our grown up children; I mean, all of us were part of a homogenous group, at least for belief and life style. On the night of 31st December 2014, we lit thousands of candles, representing to 'light the world'.  By the New Year day, we had littered the grounds quite well. There were several hundreds of packets, and disposable cups lying all around in spite of the dust bins placed at the site. I think this is a crucial negligence that we cannot afford to go unnoticed. If somebody can pack and serve a cake, buying it from somewhere and bringing it to my hand; make, carry and serve a cup of tea or coffee into my hand, what’s wrong with me if I cannot be thoughtful to drop the disposable cups that I used and the wrapper of the cake I munched? 

This is a lifestyle that we are carrying on with us- throwing stuff all the time, spitting all around. We can’t hold on. We don't want to keep it any longer, let it be somebody's head ache, job or service. I agree that we don’t have any waste management system in India, but good dumping systems (Forgive if there a couple of them in some cities).  At least let us consider those who have to clear it and those who are moving it to the dumping yards. 

We don’t manage waste, we only move it!

We don’t like waste around us, so we push it to the neighbour’s plot, the public property, or to the traffic! I mean roads and rivers. The streams and rivers that were meant to bring us water from the high land to the low land are now channels to carry our filth. We assume roads can burn our wastes and streams and rivers will carry it to the sea. Many believe an old saying that means, “flowing water has no dirt”. For that reason, coovam does not flow. The blackest stretches seen on Google map of Chennai are not tarred roads but the Coovam! We keep throwing. This is true for the rea-cups that we sip from, peels of the banana we eat or the wastes of the chickens they dress! We do keep many employed! Some of us leave our trashes on the railway plat forms for the sweepers in charge of the platform to push it down to the track (at least in several places). Others of us help throwing it to the railway track directly as there are separate sweeper class employed for tracks alone.  Many of us faithfully dispose it to the right garbage bins. There are employees appointed by the corporation to move it further. At the last of the chain, they dump it in the government vacant land known as ‘dumping yards’. It’s just a matter of distance.  We dump, the sweepers and waste collectors dump, and the Corporation dump.  We do not really dispose or manage our wastes but push it or move it to a bit more far. I should stop here as I have no solutions to offer at this point. But I am really concerned that we at least could move it to the right place.  

If at home why not wherever we go?

If not for the garbage on the roadside and the wastes that lie around, Indian cities and towns will look like Hong Kong, Chiang Mai and Phnom Penh. (Sorry, I have only been to these places outside of the country). In 1986 I had been to a campsite called of UESI – Higfield in Kotagiri on the Nilgiris, for nearly two months for a camp. On day one, we were told not to litter the campus. None of us littered there. If we had eaten a chocolate, we had carried the peel in the pocket to dispose it at the right place.  I am sure anyone who goes to Highfield still will not litter around. If we could do it there, why did not we do it in Sriperumbudur ? If we practiced it in our home and campuses, why did not we tell it to our disciples?  Let us learn the best practices and pass it on. Let us light the world we live in and not litter it!

The Word: Let us ‘consider others better than ourselves’ and ‘do unto men and women what we want them to do unto us’.  If we have had put into application what we have been meditating, we should have added much meaning to many. We still can make a difference. We need to get rid of certain things, put on a few more things and focus a bit more. We should bury what can be buried, burn what can be burned. Light, but litter no longer!    Philipose Vaidyar

Cycle can Tell us Stories, Teach us Lessons

I used my cycle for 15 years...! 

If motorcycles can be used for 25 years or more, a cycle can be used much more. “I know missions well and every missionary in the organization should work as I worked in my native place”, is a serious attitude and a major management issue. This cycle’s story that I am going to tell briefly, can teach us more than what we can think.  

'Mr.Bicycle' belonged to a missionary couple who lived in a remote village in Maharashtra. There was a bus that came to the village twice a day. One of the missionary families lived here and there were a few other families in still farthest distances from here as far as ten kilometres, all trying to serve one particular people group. The main means of transport for people as well as missionaries here was either walking or cycling. The team was united; they met frequently for fellowship and prayer and visited every family that they could for sharing the gospel in their heart language. This was a wonderful team in acquiring the language, speaking it like a native speaker and sharing the gospel and reaching the area with the love of Christ.

Every missionary in the organization loved to have a motor bike one day and several had enrolled them for a bike to receive in the field. “Everyone wants a motorbike, but the problem did not end with giving a bike; then will come the petrol bill and maintenance every month”, said one of the leaders in the mission.  Two decades ago not everybody had a bike though. But if the missionary asked for a bicycle, the mission will grant it sooner. A good brand bicycle with a dynamo and light set costs about Rs.1,000 those days ! Our missionary here had been using his cycle thoroughly for eight years and felt he could sell it and buy a new one instead of spending more on repairing it. Using a carbon paper, taking copies, he wrote and posted an application to the concerned leaders in charge- his immediate team leader and to the Administrative Secretary in the head office in South India. There were no emails nor phones or mobiles those days. After two weeks the reply from the Administrative Secretary reached the field. He is responsible for all land, property and assets including vehicles. The most important portion of his letter had more questions like this: “How old is the cycle? When did you purchase it?” The missionary replied the next day with carbon copies duly marked to the concerned, and cycled to the post office to send his reply which communicated:  “The cycle is 8 years old, we bought it in …. But it is really worn out and maintaining it is more difficult; it will be good to buy new one”. He waited patiently another ten days for the response with the hope of changing the cycle. It did come in time.

The communications at the other end was always clear and faster, given the technology of the time. There were secretaries at the head office for every leader in charge, who typed and send those letters and file it properly with copies that will go to each file, including the file in the name of the missionary! After two weeks the reply had reached the mission filed. The main body of the letter read: “I have used a cycle at home for more than 15 years...It is better to maintain it and use your cycle instead of buying a new one”.

You can imagine the frustration the missionary couple had. Of course,  the whole team members in the field were aware of the communications so far. They shared everything in the field and encouraged one another as they met every week. It was almost one month now. The team too felt bad about it. But they had a solution. The missionary had bought the cycle eight years ago. But every missionary can get a cycle easily. So they decided to apply for one more cycle in the name of the missionary's wife who was also a missionary! The next afternoon bus from the village carried the post office mail bag to the district post office. It had the missionary’s application for a new cycle. After two weeks, the request was granted, the following field allowance cheque had the amount for the new cycle too.

The team had a new bicycle. But what happened to the old bicycle? It rested in peace, leaning on the back wall of the missionary's  rented hut, rusted well. When I happened to see the bicycle swollen with rust, my curiosity wakened and the answer I got is the story told so far. I had learned a lot about administration and leadership from this resting rusted bicycle. But the story does not end there.

The missionaries have moved out to different locations, so also everyone in the leadership. A few years later the administrative secretary too left the organization before retiring. Now he rides a Mahindra car. How this car came to him will be another story beyond the scope. But I have a few questions here; you can find the answers…

   1.How do we respond to needs and requests of others when we are in a better situation- be it a poor wanderer, a staff or a missionary of the organization we work?

   2.How do we treat individuals and do we consider them better than ourselves?

   3.Is a leadership position to show authority and control or a responsibility to serve?

   4. Do we ever think, we are passing by and we are not in charge all the time?

   5. What are the impressions others paint in their minds of us- our team and “subordinates”?

   6.Ultimately who are going to lose or win?

-  - Philipose Vaidyar

    

   (Pictures used are only illustrations)

Why doesn't Laxmibai Get Rid of it…?

A person cured of leprosy needs to be careful for the rest of his life with self care. Many even today do not know that leprosy is treatable and curable. 

Before we go to meet Laxmibai*, healed of leprosy, I should say a few things about leprosy that I have learned. It is wrong and a big mistake to call a person by his disease, at least today. (Of course, we have the word leper used in the Bible in older versions. I am yet to check if it is corrected in the latest versions). It’s only some years ago I had learned that leprosy is the least communicable disease. I am sure you will be interested to read and learn more about it from sources that are just a click away from you, while you cannot learn about Laxmibai unless I tell it myself to you.

I had met Laxmibai in her village in Andhra Pradesh during one of my footprint documentation trips on a leprosy rehab project. She had been severely affected by the disease several years ago and developed deformities in her foot and hands.  She went through all the treatments and procedures.

Now Laxmibai joins along with a few others for self-care exercises everyday at the veranda of a public office in the village. She wears a pair of Microcellular rubber (MCR) sandals specially made for her size to save her foot. The MCR sandal should protect her foot that have lost its sensations. The footwear was really worn out.  She complained of the new pair given to her as not so comfortable as the old one she was wearing.  We asked her to show us the new pair she had collected some time ago. In no time she hurried and returned with the new sandals. We asked her to remove her old sandals that were put on.  It was repaired by a local cobbler and had a lot of nails on it!!!

As I leave the rest of the story for you to guess, let me ask you why Laxmibai did not want to forsake her old sandals. There is a Laxmibai in each of us most of the time. We do not like to get rid of certain things that we are so used to for a long time. It can be artifacts, our own habits and practices.  Whether we lead people or deal with people, follow or make a following, this should be seriously considered. If I am a preacher and others can not follow my model; if I am a counselor and am vulnerable to become myself an abuser; if I am a translator of the Word and my life is not at all transformed, and I do not believe the Word for myself, I think I need to get rid of those things that are so stuck to me.  

In some of our worlds (sphere of activity, work or community) a person abused does not come out openly to accuse or expose the abuser; a follower will not like to point his finger at a leader (like a lamb at the shepherd). Which is easier, belling a cat or blowing a whistle? I believe both are not easier or less risky. So many of our elephants can walk like a cat and most of our culprits can go a cake walk!!!

Shall we put off those worn-out falsehood and habits and put on what we need to, so that we will be genuine and good in our words and deeds. May be the sharpness of our guilty conscience had been smoothened and every time we continue on our strong points (some say ‘weak points’) it soothes  ing effect. Or we must have lost our sensations so that we do not recognize sins any more. May be we have gone too far from the grace and become so wicked that repentance is near to impossible.  Probably we are moving from a cliff to a deepest pit.  But now, can we pause a minute and identify those items in our lives to put off and help ourselves? 

Let us linger no longer.

- Philipose Vaidyar

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*name changed

Isn't the person in us more important??!!

Isn’t the person inside more important than the dress?

The home inside the house, and the family more than the jobs?

Isn’t the soul so significant and the Spirit more central than our service?

Though we convince the whole world but don’t believe the Word we‘re reading

Be it teaching or preaching or even translating?

Whether our word is for all or we hang on to the cliff

If our yes is not Yes and our no, not No, do we know we deceive ourselves?!! 

Remember: LEADERS and DEALERS are made of the same thing but they are different!!!

CHEATERS and TEACHERS are created of the same stuff but they are not the same!!!

Recount: if you need a reshuffle, do it right away, daring to be different

Tail peace: Are we preaching the Word or using the Word to preach our message?

Philipose Vaidyar

Why should we train native teachers?

Introduction:

A follower (disciple) of Jesus Christ needs to grow towards spiritual maturity for his (her) own walk with the Lord and should impact and influence others around him (her) that they will grow in their spiritual walk, being a witness of the gospel and diligent teacher of the word of God. For the gospel and the Word of God to penetrate into communities wide and deep making transformations and behavioral changes, leading people to the Kingdom, the ministry of Biblical Teaching has to become more organic in natural real life environments and less a professional vocation. Apostle Paul asked Timothy his disciple to train faithful men who will be able to teach others also. (2 Tim 2:2). This is Biblical and we need to get back to the Biblical mandate of Mission and the Great Commission, instead of perpetuating mission and witness a project of an agency external to the community. In India, with thousands of communities and hundreds of languages within, the preachers of the Gospel and the teachers of the Word have a greater role in empowering the people of God to be students and teachers of the Word. Training Native Teachers (TNT), focus on this at the very lower strata of the society.

Native Teachers:

‘Native Teachers’ is referred to people at the grass-root level communities- men and women- who become opinion leaders and role models to people in their circle of reference or influence. A coach will train native teachers with the goal of equipping them to be trainers in their contexts. Native Teachers are the faithful men and women of God who will become teachers for his or her people.    

The Native Context: A contrast

India, the subcontinent, is full of people; over one billion (1.2 billion).  

India… 1.2 Billion People 6,38,365 Villages 73% people live in villages 2549 communities/ people              groups 438 living languages Over 1,600 dialects Literacy in India…    National  72%    Urban 79.9%    Rural 58.7% Female Literacy in India    Urban : 72.9%    Rural : 46.1%

73% of the Indians live in rural villages. People of India belong to diverse cultures, over 2,800 major people groups or ethnic communities.

Each of these communities has their own heart language. They speak over 400 languages and about 1,600 dialects.  Among these languages only 22 are officially recognized as regional languages in India.

Though 72 percent of the people are said to be literate, illiteracy is a major challenge in India. Literacy is rare among most of the adult poor, rural villagers and tribal population of India.

As per the latest records available, the literacy rate in urban India is 79.9% while the literacy in rural India is only 58.7%.

There is a greater disparity in the female literacy rate, where it is 72.9% in urban India but only 46.1% in rural India. 

Many people and communities in India still live in the oral tradition. Many of them have not gone to a school. They do not make sense of a news paper or do not read a bus board when they need to travel occasionally. This is true of the urban poor too. Most of these slum dwellers or the homeless were never educated and do not send their children to schools even today.

Training Native Teachers: The Need

Almost all the theological and Bible colleges in India cater to the educated young people from the middle strata of the society. Most of the Seminary educated graduates hardly go to the lower strata of the society as missionaries though there are exceptions. It is quite usual that they press on towards climbing the social and theological ladder. As the number of tele-evangelists who feed the ‘sprouting Christian TV channels’ increase and as the concept of mega church pose a role model for the ‘new generation Church’ for the preachers and teachers in the making, the vast majority of the poor villagers still remain the least reached.  The native people groups, the poor villagers, the illiterates, and the marginalised people listen to the gospel or learn the Word of God only when someone go over to them.

It is all the more important today in a country like India, to take the Biblical training to people where they are in their heart language. Community based ministry training can enhance the lay leaders at the grass-root level to be effective teachers and trainers and empower the believers to be effective witnesses among their own communities.

Why should there be a focus on developing Native Teachers

• (Here are a few points derived from personal observations and discussion with preachers, teachers and individual believers)
• A big majority of Christian ministers do not work towards equipping believers or members of their Churches with the study of Word.
• Many who have flavour for learning and teaching, break away to start new ministries or churches and continue with the same pattern of leadership.  
• Most of the lay members of churches believe Bible has mysteries and one needs special gift and revelations to understand the Word of God.
• There is a myth among many that Bible can be understood and interpreted only by seminary trained and ordained ministers or preachers. 
• There is thinking among many that Christian ministry - evangelism, Bible teaching, preaching (except Sunday school and other services) – is the work/duty of a qualified professional minister.
• Many important lessons and teachings of the Word that are supposed to empower lay people are not preached or talked about from pulpit.
• Hence in India we have more followers for Church and preachers and other than Christ and the Word of God. (more fans than disciples)
• There are thousands of villages and scores of districts in India with too little practicing Christians. In such places each of the believers can be equipped to be good witnesses of Christ who will also be able to study the word of God and expound it to the seekers.
• There are un-biblical concepts among Christians in India about “full time ministry”. Hardly anyone talk about “fulltime Christians”.  

“And the things that you have heard from me among many witnesses, 
commit these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also”. 
2 Timothy 2:2 (NKJV)

Let’s Go and Get on with the Gadaba

Philipose Vaidyar

The weekly market at Similiguda is colorful and full of people with all kinds of features who carry headloads of things for buying and selling. We are crossing the market, making our way to Pantriguda to meet one of the many native tribes- The Ollar Gadaba- at one of their habitat.

Gadaba people are migrants from the Godavari river belt and are believed to have settled in different parts of Orissa and Andhra Pradesh about 300 to 400 years ago. According to an estimate, there are about 60,000 Gadaba people in Orissa and Andhra Pradesh. In Orissa, they are seen in Koraput, Jaipur, and Malkangiri districts. In Andhra Pradesh, they are seen on the Eastern Ghats, especially in Salur, Chenthapilly, Pader Gudem, and other parts of the Visakhapatnam district.

There are three different groups of Gadaba people based on the language they speak. Ollar Gadaba, Mudhili Gadaba and Gutob Gadaba. Their cultural practices are similar, though there are some variations in other regions. But their languages are different.

The Ollar Gadaba people live in the Koraput district of Orissa, close to the Andhra Pradesh border. The landscape here is so different from the rest of the state or the country. Hills are all around as you travel, but not very steep, and hence not many hairpins. The roads are quite straight but go uphill and downhill. Most of the hills are barren, but there are huge trees here and there as remaining signs of deforestation. Social forestry and government plantations of teak and cashew are seen on these red hills.

Ollar Gadaba has the highest concentration in the Similiguda and Pottangi blocks. In a village, there will be 30- 80 houses and about 150-300 people.

This is Pandriguda, a tribal village, in Orissa, 40 km away from Koraput, the district capital.

It is a festival season for the Gadaba people. There are 12 festivals for the Gadaba around the year, almost one every month, in connection with the season. This is Karke Paroop, the first fruit festival of mangoes. Mango will be plucked and tasted only after this celebration, which goes about seven or eight days.

The first day will be a day of rest, after which all the work should be concluded. Any work done in the village or outside on this day will be penalized. Penalty varies and will be finalized by the village council. In the evening, there will be a dinner prepared by a few families on the basis of clan or neighborhood. Rice cooked with first-plucked mangoes will be the recipe.

The next day will start with a celebration, the whole village, men and women, are supposed to join in singing and dancing, or watch it. The peculiar steps by holding hands together will be accompanied by drums.

The third day will be a day for hunting for children. This is fun and training for children and a warm-up for older men. The next day, the older men will go hunting and continue it until they find an animal. Wild pigs are ideal prey to be hunted. This follows greater celebration and merry-making. Though drinking and smoking tobacco are common for men and women, dancing with the head of the hunted pig is a symbol of joy and victory.

At Pandriguda, this is the third day of the festival. As I framed this snapshot, the procession paused for a while. These boys are the hunted prey- a sparrow and a rat.

A squirrel and any good bird would be ideal, but this time they had to settle for a rat.

The procession is moving towards the village center and the altar. The whole village has gathered under the big tree. The elder women are ready to receive the young hunters. They will press a pinch of wet rice to the forehead of the young men and boys, and a flower is tucked into their ears. I, too, had this welcome treat as the guest of my guide and family, who are well accepted by the village. The hunted creatures will be cooked over fire and will be eaten.

In the evening, we took a guided tour of the village. Most of the people were at home. Some women are busy drawing water at the well. They carry enough water for the home and for men to take baths at home. Groups of women are collected around some of the houses. All of them were having a drink of the homemade liquor from cooked rice.

We were back at home and sat to chat again; over the tea cups, we continued talking about village life. There is another noise growing closer. A group is heading out of the village. I was told that the men were going for another puja. We hurried on our last sip of tea and followed the crowd.

They had spears and axes. All were sharpened and fixed with new handles. The leader of the group pointed out a spot on the tarred road. A lady had carried some cow dung to plaster the puja ground. All the spears and tools were placed there. After some chants, the group leader spread some grains of rice. He had a newborn chicken in his

hand, which was released there after a few other chants. After the chicken pecked some rice, it was cut with the edge of one of the spears. An egg was placed standing on the scattered rice. Now the egg had to be shot with the bow and arrow. The spear became the measuring rod to set the distance. Good aim and ability to shoot mean success in hunting on the following day. Anyone can try; throwing stones is also allowed now, as not many are skilled in using bows and arrows.

One young man hit the egg with a stone. He is supposed to be the hero that evening, but he fled to escape; I was told, he needs to spend some money in turn for the treat he gets. Yet the crowd caught hold of his elder brother and carried him on his shoulders to the meeting place. He was seated on the raised stone platform under the tree. Some ladies were busy with the usual procedures of wishing everyone, wet rice on the forehead, and flowers for the ear.

The sun was disappearing behind the hills. The herdsmen were returning to the village with large flocks. Like anything else in the village, tending sheep or cattle is not just an individual matter. They share and take turns to take them for grazing. There are also hired men who will agree to tend the flock for a fixed amount for the year. As the herdsmen led the flock through the village, the cattle and goats divided and moved into their respective sheds. A day is winding down; it is time to eat, drink, and rest.

The descent of darkness had made Pandriguda quiet. There were no streetlights. Electricity hasn’t reached the village yet.

The day broke at about 5.30 in the morning. People began to move out to the countryside, with a wooden plank in their mouth- the vep (neem) tree branch-made toothbrush. The village naik (the elder) has not yet woken up from his night's sleep, in the front yard. A blanket he used to cover is lying nearby.

Naik’s wife, Murthal, is warming herself near the fire made outside. The village women once again became active at the well, drawing water. A group of young men appeared from one corner of the village. Two of them are holding two hens- one white and the other black. The group is heading to Naik’s brother’s home. It seemed that the Naik and his brother had a quarrel last night, after the heavy festive drink. Quarrels and fights are not allowed during the season, and the fine is normally a chicken. When the leaders are at fault, others will enforce it.

The young men with the third hen have now reached the Naik’s home to take hold of the fourth. One clever girl had released the hens from the hive by then.

There were claims, justifications, and arguments. The murthal (elderly woman), who could not even stand straight, began chasing the group, but they were determined to get the chicken. It was interesting to know how they could recognize one’s chickens. The young men succeeded in chasing to catch one. The four chickens will be cut and cooked soon. But they will share the dish with everyone in the village. Naturally, people in the village disagree and fight, but they do not hold grudges. Their community tie is stronger, and they love one another and respect each other. At festivals, they enjoy everything together.

The elders had decided to postpone the hunting for the next day since they were planning to go to a faraway forest. We too have packed up to return from the village. As we were getting into our vehicle, some women came running. They had a garland for each one of us; a symbol of acceptance, joy, and welcome back. It is customary to give them a gift in cash. As I posed for a group snapshot, in appreciation of their love for us, my regret was that I could not stay more than a day, and could not speak their language!

Gadaba Festivals

Festivals are very important in the lives of Gadabas. There is a festival in connection with every season and life in the village. Paroop is the Gadaba word for festival. Every festival will have singing, dancing, and merry-making, and of course, a sacrifice.

Kuse Paroop falls in January. Food cooked from the new paddy harvested and vegetables plucked are given to the cattle.

Nandee Paroop: Nandee is the female spirit of a clan, and the festival in her name is observed in February for special blessings.

Kardil Vatpondi Paroop during February- March is after the harvest of tuvar dhal (a kind of pulse) and before the new dhal is used for cooking.

Karke Paroop is observed in connection with the first plucking of mangoes during the early week of March. Mango is cooked along with rice and eaten together by many families. Days are set apart for hunting for children and for adults.

Bowda Paroop is before the monsoon arrives, when the people go to the hills to collect certain leaves to stitch together as a raincoat. This leaf coat will be used as an umbrella and will be used for manual work during the rainy season.

Diyali Paroop in November is in honor of Mahalaxmi, the goddess, and a buffalo or bull is sacrificed on a hill.

Jone Punnet Paroop falls in July and is in connection with the harvest of the maze. A chicken will be sacrificed by each household at the field as a thank offering for the harvest.

Varees Punnet Paroop: Varees is paddy, and this will be in September. The newly harvested paddy will be collected for the festival, and new pumpkins will be cooked.

Dasare: This is similar to the Durga Puja and falls in October.

Balee Paroop: Balee is sand, and the festival in December is not of Gadaba origin.

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