POOF-- You're a pastor!

So, I know this isn't a real surprise... I mean I have been working towards this the last 4 years... but actually becoming a pastor has been a real trip!

In all of the preparations I felt like I was planning a wedding. I hadn't really thought about it before this summer, but it takes a lot to make an ordination service happen. I had to get the bishop on board to preach and preside, had to work with the church (pastor, secretary, music director, etc) to get the liturgy, logistics, and any special music planned, and get in touch with local pastors to participate in the service. I had to invite all my friends and family and plan a dinner/ activities for people who were staying in town that night.

And when I wasn't doing all of that, I was trying to figure out just what it meant to be a pastor. No, what it meant to BECOME a pastor...

I thought a lot about this, especially since as my ordination day approached it became apparent that too many family members and friends didn't realize how important a day it was for me. My own brother didn't take off work to come. And other friends and family had dinner plans or other engagements that kept them from being there. Now, I understand that people are busy and that they have responsibilities, and I know that I am not the center of the universe, but I was a little hurt that so many didn't know how much my ordination meant to me.

I wonder if the disconnect was because those same people didn't really understand what an ordination really was. It isn't like it's an every-day occurance. What IS the difference between graduating with your Master of Divinity from seminary, and getting ordained? Why does an ordination make you a pastor?

During the week of my ordination, I began explaining that an ordination service is kind of like a wedding ceremony. Before a wedding, two people spend lots of time getting to know each other, planning, and preparing not only for the wedding, but most importantly for the marriage. By the time the wedding comes, they are fully in love. Note-- they've already made the committment to be together. However, during the wedding, they make that committment public. They gather with all of their friends and family and declare their love and intentions. Their relationship is blessed. And then the community gathered says, "Yes, we see your love and affirm it. And we promise to support you in your lives together." At the end of the day, after the wedding, they are no more in love and no more committed than when they woke up that morning... but during that ceremony they somehow became married.

I think that's kind of how an ordination is. I have been on this path of faith towards ministry for a long time. And I'd been planning and preparing not only for the ordination, but for a life of pastoral ministry for years. At the time of my ordination, I was fully committed to this call and felt truly gifted and skilled for that work. During the ordination service, I declared my faith and made promises about my ministry. Then my calling was blessed by the bishop and other pastors. And then the gathered community affirmed that call and promised to support me. And then I was a pastor... Was it the magic of the bishops hands on my head or some special words that did it? No. But it was the public declaration, affirmation, and community accountability that made me a pastor.

And that is incredible!

Tropical Get-away...

So, Mangalore is quite different from Bangalore. A coastal city, it is noticably warmer with high humidity, tall palm trees everywhere you look, even more brilliant flowers, and sometimes the faint hint of sea air.

Yes, we are definitely not in Bangalore anymore.

This leg of the trip has changed pace a bit-- not so rushed and jam-packed with lectures and visits, etc, but more casual with time to sit and reflect. Yesterday we had an incredible day of visits to a Jain temple, a local farm (with 1000 acres of pineapples, other fruit and nut trees, flowers, etc.), a home for elderly men and women which served us lunch, and a boarding home for girls aged 6-20 which provided us with dinner. At each of these places we had time to wander, talk, and at the last two places, sit, nap, and/or play on the playground. I've enjoyed this more relaxing pace.

Our final destination of Mumbai (which we leave for tomorrow) will surely be different, yet again, from both Bangalore and Mangalore...

Group Picture

This is a photo of our entire group! [back row] Dr. Sebastian, Scott, Jeremiah, Stephen, Ben, Becky, Matt; [middle row] Amanda, Rachel, Marcia, Brett, Eileen, Jason, Chris (CJ), Dr. Rajashekar; [front row] Rodney, me (Alexis)

This is taken outside the administration building at United Theological College, Bangalore.

Alexis Baba

So, there's been an interesting development on the trip... I've become referred to by some of our group as "Alexis Baba: goddess of children!"

"WHAT?! Why?" You might be asking...

Well, as it turns out, 6ft tall, blonde American women happen to be something out of the ordinary around here. Go figure! ;) In fact, a large group of mostly white Americans draws lots of attention, but I seem to be getting quite a lot of it. When I walk by people smile and take long looks. Small children wave and shout, young people giggle, and-- most interestingly-- random families or groups ask to have their picture taken with me. (I'm not the only one, but I must say, I've been in a lot of strange pictures since arriving. Our day trip to Mysore was where this really came to a head. At one point, walking out of one of the Hindu temples, a swarm of school-aged kids flocked around me, asking me questions and so on. It was really something.

I'm not really used to this kind of attention. But, it's fun. I suppose that if I'm going to be taking pictures of all the people I see here, it only makes sense for people to take my picture. :)

The whole thing is definitely making me pay closer attention to the power and privilege I carry as a white American woman. No doubt about that.
~Alexis

Top L: The swarm of kids and their teacher outside a temple

Middle R: Me with a random girl whose parents made her take a picture with me. Can you say "awkward"??

Bottom L: Rachel showing a pic to a group of Hindu devotees who wanted photos of us like we wanted of them. A true cultural exchange! :)

Meat-eaters in a Vegetarian World...

Today during a lecture by Dr. P.T. George (professor of missiology here at UTC), he shared some of the practical challenges for Christian mission in India. Some of these challenges had to do with interfacing with the legacies of [ancient] Syrian Christians, Catholic and Protestant missionaries throughout India's history, "competing" with active Hindu, Muslim, and Buddhist missions, and being culturally sensitive while doing contextual ministry. One comment that he said struck me...

He used the example of Christian missionaries introducing the Eucharist, among other things, to the native, mostly Hindu (and therefore vegetarian) peoples. He said, imagine you're being given education and health care and being told about a loving God, and then you hear that you are supposed to eat the flesh and drink the blood of Jesus... How offensive for a vegetarian, who seeks to preserve all life! He said that Gandhi once said, 'I don't want your salvation if it comes at the cost of the life of another!' Wow! Talk about a vivid example, one that had never occured to me, of how important it is to be aware of our local ministry contexts!

Can't wait to see what other ways this trip will open me up to new thoughts, ideas, and ways of seeing the world...

Not tall-people friendly...

So, I arrived in India at about 4am local time, after about 24 hours of travel. Whew!

The food was good and the company was delightful, but the actual flight... less than desireable. I'd thought that an international flight would have more spacious leg room to accomodate such a long trip-- I was WRONG! Ah well; I watched some good in-flight movies and got as much sleep as I could.

Now that I'm here, I'm ready to go. The campus at the Ecumenical Resource Center, where we're staying, is lovely. I'm about to go out for a walk before the day's events begin.

Looking forward to what the days will bring...

The World Traveler In Me...

So, I'm off for yet another adventure... this time to INDIA and SOUTH KOREA!!

I'm heading to India with 16 others from school for a

class on globalization and interfaith dialog in India. We'll be in Bangalore, Mangalore, and Mumbai. I'm pretty stoked!

Already to prepare I've:

• gotten tetanus and hepatitis A shots
• filled prescriptions for malaria pills and cipro (for crazy bad travelers diarrhea)
• made copies of everything I'll be bringing in my wallet and given them to my mom in case my wallet gets stolen (let's hope not)
• taken out a bunch of cash to travel with
• begun my nightmarish packing: packing for a month for two COMPLETELY DIFFERENT seasons (India --> 70-80 degrees, Korea --> about 30-40 degrees).
• bought little souvenir/ trinkets to give to people we stay with
• bought all the little items like DEET, laundry packets, hand wipes and sanitizer, etc that I'll need while in the country
• arranged transportation for our group to the airport
• begun reading the mandatory book for class: In Spite of the Gods, by Edward Luce... about the current state of things in India, politically, religiously, economically, etc... it's FABULOUS!!!

After India I'm heading to South Korea to visit my little brother, who's been living there for almost a year. He's teaching English. I'm super psyched to see him!

I am still 24 hours away from leaving, and though I've done a lot, I still feel like there's a ton of

things I need to do. I really need to get a handle on the packing thing. I'll want to double check to make sure I have everything I'll need for my camera, that I have my flight document for Korea, that I call my banks so that they know I'll be spending money outside of the country (so that they won't shut off my account thinking my card was stolen), and I need to... re-lax.

Traveling is something I do alot. And I love it. But this prep time beforehand... the waiting... the packing... I really just HATE this part! Ah well, soon I'll be in the air and off on another adventure.

Wish me luck!!