When it rains it pours. Our first week here in Kathmandu was a part of the rainy season however we barely saw any rain. However the second week is now monsoon season, apparently, as we have been soaked every day and night as well many places in the city are flooded. We do think we know what has triggered the sudden out-burst of rain–baseball.
We were scheduled to start a two day baseball clinic with my friend Shon Maharjan near his rehab clinic, which also has a sports ministry. The men were so excited for baseball as they begged us last year to teach them this year and they love learning new sports. However when we showed up they were so disappointed because of the rain, they looked like a kid getting a sweater for Christmas or me being in a country for the summer that has zero beef. This is why we always say the quote “have a rigid stance on total flexibility”.
In place of baseball that afternoon we were able to go visit the new women’s rehab clinic in which we did our dance’s and drama’s and then Martina Preston and Alex Pistor gave their testimonies and I was able to share the gospel. Both Alex and Martina did such a good job and the girls at the rehab were really dialed in, I was really proud of them. After years of learning how to share Christ outside of the U.S. in European and South/ Central American cultures it has been a learning process to share it effectively to people coming from a Hindu and Buddhist way of thinking and the more we do it the more we pick up and our translators were commenting on how we are learning the effective ways to share properly to a people that the gospel message does not fit into their mindset.
After we were done speaking to the women, the sun made an appearance and the field dried out enough to get some baseball in. I do think I frustrated them a little, as they were so excited to start hitting, but we had to pull them back and teach them the basics first. As in how to put a glove on your hand, how to throw and which end of the bat went in your hands- Happy Days! They were like toddlers in the nursery at church who had new toys to play with and no idea what the toy actually does so they just started hitting each other with it. As I pulled order together we started learning how to properly throw and catch.
The second day of clinics we were greeted by a morning full of rain, as well I personally came down with a migraine and, there is no calling in sick. I slogged my way to the bus and then comfortably enjoyed a cushy bus ride for an hour on Nepal roads full of pot holes and washed out gravel roads, pedestrians who abruptly walk out in front of 10 lane traffic, scooters, rickshaws, motorbikes, and taxi drivers whose skills are inadequate to drive in a New York City cab. What wasn’t spinning in my head was spinning in my stomach by the time we walked the 2 miles from the bus to the field, however the rain let up.
When we arrived I seriously prayed “Lord please help me have clarity of mind I can’t do this, I need you”. I was greeted by Shon and asked him as well as our translators Anup and Dipendra if I could have 10 minutes. They went and poured me some tea and I felt my senses returning as only the Lord could have done and we went out and finished the instruction and then played a scrimmage. Everybody got in on the action and I received a lot of help running the instructional drills from Nate Simonsen who has a good deal of knowledge of the game and a big heart. In the end we had a really fun day watching Nepali men play like children and laugh the hardest when they made mistakes. Amazingly it all was natural and spontaneous without a hint of language or cultural difference.
At the end we shared that we came for- the gospel, and to our delight several of the men were already Christ followers so we were able to encourage each other as well as demonstrate a Christ-like life and share Christ to future major leaguers, well maybe.