Fragrances of God in the wild.

My sister has taken in a four year old ward who belongs to a budhist family.Her name is Lorim.She has been attending the local nursery school and never fails to surprise my sister with her candour.A lot of it seems strange to my sister for she continues to bring forth observations and comments that she has picked up in the paraphernalia of a surrounding of a drastically changing culture in her region brought forth by the onslaught of the hydel project with it’s manifold baggages.She is a perky four year old.

One day the lady help, my sister has kept with her,who is a devout Christian ,Pavitra,seem to have misplaced the car keys.She was worked up and was frantically searching the house upside down for it.Suddenly the four year old quietly observed from the corner-‘Why don’t you pray to your Jesus father to help you find your keys?’.Both of them were stunned ,they did exactly that.Needless to say they found the keys.

This morning I was reading the gospel of Mathew and meditating on Mathew chapter 8 verses 5 to 11.It’s about the faith of the centurian who comes to Jesus for the healing of his servant.The servant apparently is paralysed and in terrible suffering.Jesus offers to go to his house to heal him but the centurian insists that he does not deserve that Jesus take so much of trouble and could just say the word and his servant would be healed.My NIV bible states that Jesus was astonished at this man’s faith.

How often do we surprise God with our faith?

Jesus says ‘Go it will be done just as you believed it would.’

The man was healed at that very hour.

Do you and I really believe that Jesus can do it?

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