I’m headed back to India for another missions trip, so I thought I would reminisce about my first and only trip to India, back in 2005. I must have been in my second year of community college, and I was eager to get my feet wet doing something a lot of my peers weren’t doing: international missions. My Bible Study teacher Rick was well acquainted with missions in India, and my cousin and I were eager to tag along. The scary thing was that we had very little idea what we would be doing there exactly, and we soon learned that in India, it is better to bob your head left and right and go with the flow. The missions team was six guys deep: two pastors, a fireman, Rick, and my cousin and me. On the first night we landed in India, we were split off into three groups, with my cousin and I forming one team that would go two three to four schools a day and share Bible stories and sing songs to students of all ages, in public and private bible schools, and the other two groups that would lead systematic theology conferences and Greek language workshops to local pastors and seminary students (for Bible interpretation and translation).
India is a multicultural, multi-religious country. Many times, as in this picture, we were in public schools sharing Christian messages, something that is unthought of in America. We were allowed in these schools because our guides had established relationships with the administrators of the school. Relationships go a long way, especially in India.