The Curtain Call!

Hello World!

Well...this time next week I'll be back home in the rain, cold, Christmassy place we call England. Naturally, things here are winding down slightly; yesterday we had a treasure hunt with the Kids, today we played party games (Pass the Parcel was such an Alien concept at first!!)

It's clearly been the best 10 weeks of my life (cliche or what?!) and I'm sure I'll blog my post trip thoughts when I get back (It'll be a long post I'm sure) but for now I'd just like to leave you with a short story from today.

Over the 10 weeks we've gotten really close to our community (much closer than the other 5 teams) partially because our construction project allowed for this. Yesterday our hole was 100000% finished and so today it dawned on the community that we were finally going home. The widow whose toilet hole we dug broke down physically into tears in sheer sorrow that we were leaving. Other members of the community were crying too and offered words that were both encouraging and saddening. I think we'll be remembered in a tiny Indian village named Malainta for many many many years because of the toilet we've left behind ( In the words of one village teenage: "We will know that India is a developed country when every house has a toilet") but I'd like to also think we'll be remembered for our being there. When Brother Andrew visited churches in the Eastern Block during Communist times one preist remarked " It's not your sermons that make a difference here: it's your being here" and I'd like to think the same applied to us.

See you all very soon!

Love,

Callum x