We woke in the early hours, about 3am, as Pastor Paul was collecting us at 4am to take us to Bengaluru airport. He was early, and we hit the road at 4am. This was the quietest traffic we had ever seen!
After saying our goodbye to Paul we made it through check-in to Passport Control where, once again, I had to wait whilst the officer checked every detail of my passport and evisa before finally letting me through to Departures. I must have a certain look because it seems that I have more trouble then most getting in and out of foreign countries!
Anyway, Lee, Joanne and myself reminisced about our Indian Odyssey and what we will miss when we get back England. The colours, the spices and the people was top!
Our flight back home was uneventful, but as we descended in to Heathrow, we could see the damp drab weather and the boring buildings and immediately missed the colourful houses and the blue sky, and the 30 degrees warmth.
We have all been affected by our stay in Bengaluru but in different ways. I was touched by the warmth of the folk, and what little they had they were willing to share. Our western hospitality, although well mannered, I feel would struggle to meet the depth of giving we had seen.
We have poverty in England, but not to the depths seen in the slums of Bengaluru. We have a welfare state, they have none. We have a National Health Service, they don’t. We have free education, they don’t. We take so much for granted in this country, and now I understand the attraction for many migrants wishing to enjoy the ‘free’dom we have in this country.
I will not look at my finances, lifestyle and freedoms in the same way. I give thanks to God for the blessings He has bestowed on me, and I hope and pray that I respond positively to His call upon me for Jesus said, ‘From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked”. (Luke 12:48)