Sunday morning in Korba, India
Go and
tell them . . . I have seen the Lord. (John 20)
I preached last Sunday morning in Korba, India. This
congregation is almost 100 years old and it shares a faith tradition similar to
my own in Goshen, Indiana with the former General Conference Mennonite Church.
And so I find myself telling this congregation about my own
congregation. About our ministries in the community and about our Easter
traditions the week before.
I find out later that this congregation has had its own
challenges through the years, but it still has maintained a consistent
Christian witness for almost 100 years in the predominantly Hindu culture
surrounding them.
“We have a heart of joy welcoming you,” a women’s choir sang
to me. I am presented with flowers and a garland is put around my neck. The
chairman of the congregation prays with thanksgiving for the missionaries and
for MCC.
As I prepare to preach, I realize it is Sunday morning here
in Korba but only Saturday night back in Goshen, and so when I preach, I ask
the congregation to help me out. Will you greet my congregation by waving and I
will email it to my pastors to share with my congregation gathering for worship
in a few hours? They agree and so that’s what I do.
After church, and after shaking the hands of every one of the
200 or more persons in attendance, and then sharing a sumptuous lunch with
church leaders, I am taken across town to a much poorer community where the
congregation has started a new neighborhood ministry. Worship is usually on
Sunday evening here, since most of the people in this neighborhood are day
laborers and are normally working during the day on Sunday.
We pray with the neighborhood ministry leaders and then head
on down the road to the train station an hour away. On this particular Sunday
morning a week after Easter, thousands a miles away from my own church, I am at
home with this congregation in Korba.
Christ is risen. Christ is risen indeed.
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