Day Three

Our third day in Sikkim was designated as our day off – a chance to see the sights and experience the nearby city of Gangtok. As it turned out James had planned a full itinerary for us, including trips to an art school, a flower show, a cable car and the city’s oldest and largest church.

The first female student to attend the art school.

After a long jeep ride, about 3 hours over the mountain roads we arrived at our first stop, a craft centre and art school. After having a browse round some of the traditional craftwork native to Sikkim, we were shown around an art class, which contained first second and third year students, all practicing different crafts. Some were learning the basic rules of painting traditional artwork – lots of very firm lines and colours, with very strict guidelines. Others were doing woodwork, carving out intricate embelishments for furniture. Traditionally a man’s domain, the class has only recently begun accepting female students, and we even got to meet the first girl allowed to take the course.

The Orchid - the national flower of Sikkim, and the same species we found growing in our flower bed back home.

From the craft centre we took a quick stop at a flower exhibition, packed full of the official flower of Sikkim, the orchid. One particular species of orchid caught my eye. Back home we had found a little rogue flower growing on it’s own in our front flower bed, and never did find out where it came from or what type of flower it was. Here we were standing in Gangtok, half way round the world and there was a whole crop of them right in front of us. The official flower of Sikkim.

The next stop on our tour was due to be a cable car across the city, but due to high winds it wasn’t running, so we skipped ahead to a Tibetan Museum full of interesting insight into Tibetan and Buddhist culture. After stopping for a meal at a local hotel – which, incidently, was nowhere near the quality of the home cooked food back at the lodge – we were given some free time to wander round the main shopping street in the city. With the help of Moses haggling, Carol managed to pick up a couple of china tea cups with lids, much like the ones we had been using all week.

A couple of musicians who entertained us while we had coffee.

After we all congregated again we were led to the main Christian church in the city. While it seemed small, the congregation is so large that it regularly spills out of the doors onto the streets outside. There have also been over 100 new churches planted out of this base in the past 8 years.

It was beginning to get dark by the time we were picked up by the jeeps, and the journey home seemed so long, but still when we arrived back at the lodge we had another stop to make before bed. Dinner was put on at James’ sister-in-law’s house, consisting of soup and dumplings, freshly baked bread, and a sweet dessert that was almost cous-cous like. It was all we could do to try and keep our eyes open, but we were so grateful for the food.

I know these updates are getting a bit long and descriptive, but next time up I’ll move things on a bit quicker, as days four and five took in probably the most impacting section of our trip – the hike to Sangyong.

The view from a bridge close to Mangan - my favourite photo from the trip.

Day Two

A view from our hike.

Our second day in Sikkim began early for small group of us, who decided to take a hike further up the mountain to see the views and get a better look at the people of Mangan and how they live.

Carol and a few others stayed behind to rest up after an exhausting first day, but I was game for a hike. We were told before we left Ireland that there would be a lot of hiking, and in my mind we’d be sleeping pretty rough and hiking from village to village. When we arrived at the lodge and realised that was going to be our base for the week I was anxious to get out and explore a bit more.

Many of the locals would stop and ask what we were doing in Mangan, and enthusiastically shake our hands

Our guide, Moses, took us up through the mountain paths through small settlements and farms. A good lot of it was paved with stone steps, so it wasn’t too tough going. We met a lot of lovely people on the way, including stopping to pray with a local pastor and his family. Many of the locals would stop and ask what we were doing in Mangan, and enthusiastically shake our hands. They seemed genuinely excited to see new folk around and interested to know what our plans were. Those who didn’t speak any english just smiled and bowed their heads, hands placed together. I’ve never met so many friendly people. People back home bow their heads when they pass too, but that’s more about avoiding eye contact than showing respect.

These two girls invited us in to their home to pray for them. They were about to head off to a Bible camp in the local church.

After a thoroughly long hike to the top (Moses suggested it would only be about 30mins – more like 2 hours!) we got to see some spectacular views, and the sun came out and shone brightly and warmly for the journey back down.

When we got back to the lodge we only had a brief rest for a late breakfast and then we were off out again. The owner of the lodge (who we’ll call James) is a well respected person in North Sikkim, and has a position of some authority in the government. He had been invited as honoured guest to a cultural celebration that afternoon, and had invited us as his honoured guests!

It struck me how much a part of their culture the arts are, and how keen they are to preserve it and celebrate it.

This dance was the most engaging, and involved much drumming and horn blowing.

The show was a celebration of dance and music from across Sikkim and some other parts of India. It struck me how much a part of their culture the arts are, and how keen they are to preserve it and celebrate it.

I got to sit beside James, who was very visibly excited about seeing his tribe represented, and constantly leaned over to whisper in my ear, describing the meanings behind the dances and costumes.

Afterwards James was invited to deliver a closing speech, which he delivered in Nepali. It amused me to notice how many english words were thrown in the middle to make up sentences. After the speech, a representative took to the stage to thank those involved, and reserved special mention for us:

“We thank our esteemed and honoured guests for joining us today…”

She looked over to see Alan, head thrust back in his seat and mouth gaping. After his exertions on his morning hike, the dimly lit hall had proved too much for him, and he had fallen sound asleep! Esteemed and honoured indeed.

The Prayer Tower

After lunch, we were taken to what they called a “Prayer Tower” – basically a 24-7 prayer room set up in a house in the village. We spent a few hours there worshipping together, sharing encouraging words and praying for the people who had gathered. Not many of them spoke english, but those who did helped us to communicate. I got to pray with an elderly man who 15 years beforehand had been told he was going to die and there was nothing doctors could do for him. He had refused to accept the doctor’s diagnosis and instead held onto the promises of God. 15 years late he’s still going strong and devoting his days to praying for his people. Inspirational much?

By the time we were finished up in the prayer tower it was already getting dark outside, so we journeyed back to the lodge by torchlight, had some dinner and headed to bed. The next day had been designated as a day off to see some sights, including a trip to Gangtok, Sikkim’s capital city, which I’ll save for part four.

This little girl was sitting by herself waiting for rice to dry in the sun.

Day One

The View from our Breakfast Room

We arrived in Sikkim late Sunday evening in the dark, and were welcomed, fed and sent to bed. Day one begins Monday morning when we awoke to the sight we’d been hoping for – a clear view of the snowy peaks of the Himalayan mountains. We weren’t sure how close we’d be and how much we’d be able to see, but we were in for a treat. We were taken for breakfast to a room with a balcony, and no doors (which meant it was pretty much a covered outdoor room – very cold). How nice it was to sit and enjoy breakfast while looking out at the mountains.

A Local Buddhist Monastry destroyed by the Earthquake

That first morning we taken on a trip to a nearby buddhist monastery, a little further up the mountain. This particular monastery had been badly damaged by the earthquake in September, and so while it was sitting waiting for repair, the monks were worshipping in a nearby building. It was interesting to get a perspective of what the people of Sikkim believe in. The entire district was decorated with prayer flags – coloured sheets of cloth with the names of the dead written on them, erected on bamboo poles in the belief that the wind would carry the prayers for the dead to their god.

After the monastery we were taken to another lookout point and then to a small church in the town of Mangan. As it turned out there was a group of teenagers gathered there, preparing to head out for a 5 day prayer walk. What that involved I don’t full know, but we were able to pray and sing with them, and share some encouragement for their journey.

A couple of local boys who were hanging around the streets in Mangan

After lunch we were given some time off to recover from all the travelling we’d been doing. That evening had been designated for a church service in a local house. Carol was appointed to deliver the sermon, and she spoke on understanding our identity based on understanding who Jesus is. The message was delivered with the help of a translator, and at least one person committed to becoming a follower in the ministry time afterwards.

Now I can’t go much further without drawing your attention to how big a deal that last bit was.

For a few years now, Carol has found travel extremely difficult. She has suffered from extreme fatigue and anxiety about how that fatigue would affect her ability to deal with certain situations, such as travel and prolonged social activities. When we went to Canada last June, the travel there knocked her out for a few days, and the return journey left her out of action for a couple of weeks. This was not normal for Carol, who loves travelling and socialising, and has previously had no issues with long journeys.

In the autumn of 2011 we attended a course in CFC Belfast called Cleansing Stream, which dealt with various spiritual influences such as rejection, fear and unforgiveness, and the lasting impacts those things can have on your life. On this course Carol was prayed for about this fatigue that had been keeping her from fulfilling her dreams and goals. The prayer involved rebuking the spirit that had been quietly stealing her confidence and energy. It was a few weeks after this course that Carol noticed she wasn’t so tired walking around the grocery store. She noticed a new excitement and energy when a previously tiring social event would come up. She was able to do things without fear in a way she hasn’t been able to since 2008.

Carol delivering her sermon.

After 35 hours of travel over 2 days without sleep, Carol volunteered to prepare and deliver a sermon to a group of people who spoke a different language, at the top of a mountain in India. Without fear. She didn’t waver. She spoke with confidence.

I have absolutely no doubt that Carol was healed during Cleansing Stream. This is no less a healing than a blind person being able to see. The confident, fun loving woman I married had for 3 years been robbed of her identity, and now she has it back. The smile is back on her face, and once again she’s the life and soul of the party.

I’m aware that this all sounds a bit out there. Was there really anything spiritual about what Carol went through? Most definitely. Ask me about it some time. Better yet, ask Carol.

And so ended day one. In Sikkim, they are early to bed, early to rise, so 8pm bedtimes became the norm. Unfortunately we never did quite manage the early to rise bit…

Carol enjoying the scenery from the lookout point.

Our Base – Mangan, North Sikkim

While we did a fair bit of travelling and hiking to nearby villages our base was at a tourist lodge in Mangan, North Sikkim. Mangan is in the foothills of the Himalayan mountains, 7 hours jeep ride from the nearest airport in Bagdogra and with stunning views of the snowy peaks of Kangchenjunga – the 3rd highest mountain in the world.

The Himalayan Mountains as seen from our lodge. Kanchenjunga is just obscured on the left by cloud.

North Sikkim is a restricted area, partly to preserve local culture and partly to keep the Chinese out! Up until 1975 Sikkim was a separate Kingdom, before India took control amidst growing tension between itself and China.

“We feel very priviliged to have been allowed in.”

For this reason, the Sikkimese people don’t really consider themselves Indian. Their culture is much more Nepali – they speak Nepali, eat traditional Nepali dishes and look more oriental than the average Indian. Up until recently no foreigner was allowed to set foot in Sikkim for more than 2 days, so we feel very priviliged to have been allowed in for 10 days.

Our Mission – Equipping the Saints

Before we arrived in Mangan, I don’t think any of us really understood what we would be doing when we got there. There was a suggestion we’d be helping with earthquake relief (Mangan was the epicenter of an earthquake measuring 6.8 on the Richter Scale in September 2011) but I think we were too late to help with that.

A church high up in the mountains. The only reason this church is allowed to exist is due to the Chief of the village becoming a Christian.

As it turned out, our mission was to minister to the growing underground church there. Christianity is outlawed in Sikkim (the area is predominently Buddhist) and so any kind of outward mission work is unwise.

We went from church to church, house group to house group and we shared from the Bible and prayed for the people there, as well as giving financial aid to those in need.

What we really felt was a connection being formed between Belfast and Sikkim, and we were constantly told what an encouragement our presence there was.

Our Journey to Mangan – Dirt Roads and Cliff Faces

After 35 hours of gruelling travel (3 flights and the aforementioned 7 hour jeep ride) we arrived at the lodge on Sunday evening and were greeted by our appointed guide, Moses. You’ll be hearing much more about Moses in the coming blogs, suffice to say he left a lasting impression on all of us.

A woman breaking rocks that had fallen during the earthquake with a small hammer. Her wage would be about 50p a day.

If you’ve ever heard stories of the way people drive in India, you’ll know there are no rules. Despite our friend Serenus suggesting there aren’t many accidents because “Everyone knows what they’re doing” we were involved in one (minor) accident involving a bus, another part of our group was involved in a coming together with a motorbike and we had countless close calls.

“Much of our journey was at a snails pace, scrambling over rocky terrain and avoiding fallen boulders.”

The narrow winding dirt roads up into the mountains were treacherous to say the least – on more than one occasion there were gasps of “Hallelujah” when our driver narrowly avoided tipping over a steep cliff! But credit to our guys they were able to handle it.

The roads are rebuilt every year, as during the Monsoon season they are washed away by frequent landslides. The earthquake left them in even worse condition, and much of our journey was at a snails pace, scrambling over rocky terrain and avoiding fallen boulders.

Our Stay at the Lodge – Hot Water Bottles and Rice

Colin and Dominic freezing their butts off at our lodge in Mangan.

Due to the altitude the weather was bitterly cold – we were rarely seen without bodywarmers, coats, gloves, hats and long johns on! Despite the comfort of our lodge there was no central heating, and the hot water didn’t work, so other than the odd wash from a bucket of water heated over a fire, we stayed dirty and cold! This did little to dampen our spirits though.

“The chickens in the yard seemed to dwindle in number over the course of our stay.”

Every day we were treated to a local delicacy, using home grown organic food. The chickens in the yard seemed to dwindle in number over the course of our stay and I think I consumed more rice in a week than I have done over the course of my life. But there was nothing overly spicy and they threw in some British cuisine just to make us that little more comfortable.

Throughout our stay we were waited on like royalty. The people of Sikkim have such a generous and serving nature, and they could teach us a thing or two about respect and humility.

Coming in Part Two

I’ll follow up this blog with a bit of a diary of events which will hopefully give you a better impression of what we were up to. I felt it was best to set the scene to begin with before delving into the details. I hope this is an interesting read for you all, but it’s useful even for my own benefit to help process the past few weeks. I think there is a lot to unpack from my experiences, and some of it might only come out over the coming months. Stay tuned.

Carol and a child from a remote settlement high in the mountains. We prayed for baby and mother as both were having trouble sleeping.

“I wanted something portable yet powerful, and with a good battery life to boot”

Four years ago, when I bought the Dell, it was the thinnest and lightest laptop available to buy (the macbook soon got reviewed and pipped it to this title), and my priorities haven’t changed. I wanted something portable yet powerful, and with a good battery life to boot.

I’ve been watching news of the Lenovo U300s since it was first announced a number of months ago. And while it was its more powerful bigger brother that I had my eye on initially, at over £300 cheaper, this i5 processor equipped version was as far as I could stretch.

What is an Ultrabook?

Ultra Thin Ultrabooks (Image courtesy of theverge.com)

The U300s is one of a number of new laptops bearing the name “Ultrabook” – a  term coined by Intel to encourage PC manufacturers to rival Apple’s hugely successful Macbook Air. Rules state that to qualify as an ultrabook, it should be no thicker than 18mm and have a battery life of at least 5 hours. Samsung, Toshiba, HP, Acer and Asus have all released their own efforts, but it was the Lenovo that most caught my eye.

At just 14.7mm thick, it’s the thinnest of all the contenders (which for the most part copy the Air’s taper and general styling). It comes with an i5 processor, 4GB RAM and a 128GB SSD (an i7 processor version is also available with a 256GB SSD).

Look and Feel

The U300s comes in a “graphite grey” finish all over, with a darker shell than the interior. It’s a little darker than it appears in pictures, and less silvery than I expected, but once I had overwritten that expectation in my mind that didn’t bother me. When you hold it in your hands you really appreciate just how thin and light it is – especially when you compare it to a standard laptop. The whole body is made from aluminium, so it feels really solid, with no plasticy pieces that feel like they could break at any second.

“The Asus has razor sharp edges and looks like it wants to hurt you”

Compared to the Acer, which has a plastic body under a metal lid, and the Asus, which has razor sharp edges and looks like it wants to hurt you, the Lenovo has curves in all the right places, while still retaining a business like structured feel. I was somewhat wooed by the Acer’s silvery finish and cheaper selling price, but build quality and battery life meant the extra stretch for the lenovo was always going to leave me with better peace of mind.

Battery Life

The Lenovo is sold as having “up to 8 hours battery life”, but the best I’ve seen it do is around 6hrs and 45mins, and that’s with energy saver settings on and screen brightness turned way down. It looks to be lasting around 5 hours standard use, which is a little disappointing, but compared to the 45 minutes I was getting from the Dell in its last days it’s a relative lifetime. As long as I can head to a meeting without worrying about getting a seat next to a power outlet I’ll be happy. Even the thought of being able to travel into town without carrying a power cable makes me smile.

Keyboard, Touchpad and Screen

This is the first time using a chiclet style keyboard since I worked with a mac in 2008, and while it is taking some getting used to, it isn’t causing me any major issues. I really liked the keyboard on the Dell, so much so that I bought as close a match as I could for my desktop. But comparing the Lenovo’s to both the Acer and Asus it was clear that Lenovo had done a much better job. There’s no backlight, and while I thought that wouldn’t bother me, the black keys don’t reflect the screen like the silver keys of the dell, so it does make typing in the dark that bit more difficult.

The U300s Touchpad will take some getting used to (Image courtesy of slashgear.com)

The touchpad is a large glass type with integrated button, supporting multi-touch gestures, but I’ve found it even more of an annoyance than Dell’s. I think I’m just a mouse man anyway, but the button is loud and stiff and the gestures are hit and miss. According to reviews, the Lenovo has the best touchpad of all the Ultrabooks. I can’t imagine how bad the others must be.

The screen is typically glossy, which can’t ever be a good thing, and angles aren’t wonderful, but is as much as you can expect for a 13 inch laptop in this price range. I would have paid more for a matte screen, but at this size I wouldn’t want a bigger resolution than the offered 1366 x 768.

Cooling

For years I’ve complained about the decision of laptop manufacturers to put cooling fans and vents on the bottom of the machine. Who wants hot air fired out on their laps, or a fan that sounds like a jumbo jet kicking in when you have it set on a soft surface, blocking the intake vents?

“I’ve only heard the fan twice, and even then it was like a whisper”

Lenovo have placed a vent on the left hand side, and another hidden within the hinge. The U300s draws cool air in through the keyboard, and expels it out of these vents, leaving the bottom of the machine smooth and free of anything save an ugly Windows sticker (thanks, Microsoft). So far the entire machine has stayed cool to the touch, and I’ve only heard the fan twice during intensive tasks, and even then it was like a whisper. Top marks.

Final Word

The Lenovo U300s is the thinnest laptop on the market (Image courtesy of cnet.com)

I’m really pleased I went with the Lenovo U300s to replace my Dell. The build quality is second to none, it boots in 17 seconds flat and will last for a good 5 hours when out and about. While I’ve yet to do any major memory intensive work on it the i5 processor and SSD should be able to handle everything I throw at them in a quick and efficient manor.

The Acer, at around £200 cheaper, looked a good alternative for those on a tighter budget, and the Asus also gets good reviews, but is priced £100 more expensive. If you aren’t concerned about portability and looks there are better deals out there for standard laptops, but as far as Ultrabooks go, I’m content I’ve got the pick of the bunch.

(Title Image courtesy of slashgear.com)

The Passport

The issue initially arose from Carol holding an Irish passport, as is her right here in Northern Ireland. The Indian embassy doesn’t seem to recognise this dual nationality and so require household bills from 2009 and 2011 as proof of 2 years residency in the UK. Issue being that all our household bills come in my name.

NB – When we moved into our new house, the developers set up our account with Phoenix Gas for us, which means that these bills are addressed to both of us. But due to us moving in November, our first bill didn’t come through till 2010. We sent these off along with our marriage certificate and hoped for the best.

The Unreachable Agency

On Wednesday the agency left a voicemail on our home phone, requesting that we also send them a gas bill from 2009, by Fax. - [ FAX?! I'll make no further remark at the risk of heading off on a tangential rant about living in the 21st Century ] - They left no phone number to call them back on, and after searching their website and calling directory services we discovered that they don’t even have a phone number.

We found a premium rate helpline and called them for help, only to be told to call back the next day at 1pm once the system had been updated. Once again, 21st Century.

After calling back the next day and racking up a full £23 in call charges we were told they were the wrong people to speak to and we needed to get in touch with the processing centre by email. After shooting off an email we decided to just blitz them with every document we could find that proved that Carol has been resident in the UK since birth. We set off for the library armed with sheetloads of paper and handed over some cash to the lovely lady behind the counter who proceeded to send off the fax.

Riiiinnng riiiinnng. No answer. We decide to instead scan the documents and email them across. If this doesn’t appease the embassy, we’re not sure what will.

Enter the iPhone

Jump to this afternoon. We’re sitting in a coffee shop in Banbridge, where we’ve just picked up some new hiking gear for our trip. So far we’ve received no response to our emails, despite requests to urgently ring either of our mobile numbers. I whip out my phone (as you do) and notice I have an email.

It’s a voicemail from our home phone line, which I’ve set up to email me whenever someone leaves a message. The lady calling is clearly oblivious to the emails we sent. She again requests that we fax her the missing gas bill, but this time leaves an email address as an alternative means of contact. Not the one we’ve been emailing.

“We’ll send that as soon as we get to Rostrevor” we say, but a couple of minutes later I decide I’ll just do it from my phone. So I log into Carol’s email account, head into the sent items and forward the 3 messages with attachments to this new email address.

Seconds later, Carol’s phone rings. The lady on the other end has been ringing round, desperately trying to get in touch with us to process Carol’s application. She’s just received our emails and is frantically looking through them for something that will tick the box.

“No, your birth certificate is no good. Not this addressed receipt for a purchase in 2008. This P45 from 2009 won’t help.”

Finally, she finds the third attachment. “Oh, here is an energy bill in your husband’s name. We already have your marriage certificate – this will do!”

NB – I threw this bill in without much thought. It made no sense to include it. They said they wouldn’t accept “mix-and-match” bills. Despite having no gas bill from 2009 and no other bills in Carol’s name, I figured I’d include NIE bills in my name from 2009, 2010 and 2011.

“This will do!” Carol says she sounded as relieved as we were. “If I hadn’t received this in the next hour I would have had to reject your application and return it to you.”

It was another 3 hours before we got to Rostrevor. Had we waited it would have been too late. Little did we know that at the same time Alan was pushing the button to buy our tickets, which had been on reserve waiting for all the Visas to come through. He too couldn’t wait any longer.

Twenty years ago technology like this would have been unthinkable. That I was able to receive a voicemail from my home phone on my mobile phone, log in to Carol’s email account and send an email just in time to ensure we can get to India just blows my mind. No, scratch that, what blows my mind is that this is normal, taken for granted technology. All while this agency has no phone number, requests you fax them and then doesn’t answer the fax. Had we been able to phone them on day one and explain that we had no bill from 2009 in Carol’s name, they could have told us a bill in my name is acceptable and we would have had this sorted weeks ago. All with much less stress and without the extra expense.

All said and done, we can now turn our attentions to getting geared up for some serious hiking once we get to Sikkim. John’s helping us test our new gear in the morning by trekking us half way across the mournes, so I’m off for a sleep to get ready.

I wanted to share this for you folk over the pond who won’t get to see this on TV this Christmas. Beautifully done.

Thus sayeth a wise old dude with pointy ears. He must have been reading Mark 11:23 that morning, because in it Jesus said something similar:

“For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be removed and be cast into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says will be done, he will have whatever he says.”

The problem most people have with this verse is that it goes against their understanding. Yoda tells Luke he “must unlearn what [he has] learned”. Although experience has taught him that he can’t do certain things, Yoda teaches him that he is limited only by his doubt.

No christian doubts that had Jesus commanded the mountain to move it would have moved. But where we doubt is in our own ability to do the same things he could do.

But what’s this? Jesus goes on to say in John 14:12:

“Whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these.”

So why do we doubt ourselves? It’s not on our own ability that we should rely, but on the authority Jesus has given us (Luke 10:19, 2 Corinthians 10:7). If we have the Spirit of God living in us (1 John 3:24) then what things are impossible for us?

Paul says something similar to Yoda’s “you must unlearn” comment in Romans 12:2 when he says “be transformed by the renewing of your mind”. The power of the mind is such that simply changing the way we think about something can have an impact on our experiences. We’ve all heard of “positive thinking”, but what if just believing in something could cause that thing to come to pass?

Too often we don’t use the authority given to us, or we simply just don’t realise that we have it. And when we pray and see nothing happen, we blame God, choosing to believe that he has decided to ignore our requests. The problem is, we’re begging God to do something that he has told us to do.

It was Moses who parted the Red Sea, and Joshua who commanded the Sun to stand still. Because they believed God’s word those things came to pass. Later in Acts 3, using the authority Jesus had given him, Peter told a paralytic to “rise up and walk”.

“So he, leaping up, stood and walked and entered the temple with them – walking, leaping, and praising God”

What are you waiting for God to do that you should be doing?

“And the LORD said to Moses, “Why do you cry to Me? Tell the children of Israel to go forward. But lift up your rod, and stretch out your hand over the sea and divide it. And the children of Israel shall go on dry ground through the midst of the sea.”

Exodus 14:15-16