Thursday, December 27, 2012

Santa Claus is coming to town.

I am spending my Christmas with friends.A lovely couple,and a five year old who is uncannily bright.She has been writing her letter to Santa for Christmas for quite sometime.She has a list she has made and written to Santa for.Nothing much but a fluffy rabbit,ring(any ring at all) and nintendo.She is more excited about Christmas then anything.She has been to neighbours on either side with her Christmas card and her gifts.A ninety year old lady who is spending her Christmas alone and a family on the other side.
She is excited about the Christmas party tomorrow which her parents are planning to host for their friends.She has been on the karoake practising her christmas songs for the get-together tomorrow.
For some reason she thought 25th was the Christmas eve.She was dissapointed to know that today was the Christmas eve because she thought she ought to have been a better girl,eaten her food early and gone to bed so that santa could come in with her gift.
She has a special message from Santa from the north pole who has a book with her name on it in his library with her record.I cannot wait to see her reaction when she gets her message on-line tomorrow.
Her mother asked her-'O, have you bought a gift for Chering?She emphatically answered-'Chering ,all you have to do is ask!and you will get it'  -I was stunned for a moment.Ask what you want and Santa will get it for you.'
Santa is nowhere in the bible.
The joy and exuberence behind the whole mystic of Santa that lights up the lives of children like O' ,fills my heart with wonder.
Come Lord Jesus into the lives of the little ones......Santa may be a figment of someones imagination but the joy,wonder and amazement it brings into these little lives makes me believe You are very near.

Sunday, December 16, 2012


 I sincerly thought having the presence and the blessings of the Lord was to be blessed in the objective sense by tangible stuff.I have seen well-meaning christians gloat about how the Lord has blessed them ...etc.
I realise now that it is much more than that.Being blessed by the Lord  is much more than anything to have a clean slate before the Lord.
How is that possible ?
'In those days John the baptist came preaching in the wilderness of Judea and saying,'Repent for the kingdom of heaven has come near .This is who was spoken through the prophet Isaiaih:
'A voice of one calling in the wilderness,Prepare the way for the Lord,make straight paths for him.''
A repentant heart of a child kneeling down before the father in submission is an attitude of life which makes way  for the kingdom to come.
How important was the message John brought before the birth of Christ and how important it is for him to make straight paths for him and prepare the way for the Lord in our hearts.It requires submission.
When we harden our hearts about things that matter to the Lord this is what happens.

“‘Be ever hearing, but never understanding;
    be ever seeing, but never perceiving.’
10 Make the heart of this people calloused;
    make their ears dull
    and close their eyes.[a]
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
    hear with their ears,
    understand with their hearts,
and turn and be healed.”

May we be released from the bubbles of our high castles and rhetorics ,comfortable kingdoms we have created for ourselves,sins of ommision and comission  to truly kneel down in repentance before the King of Kings lest we inherit the prophecy of Isaiah.
Have mercy on me Lord!

Monday, December 10, 2012

A whisper from my God.

This morning I received a letter from YWAM, Australia .
I have been praying for their ministry for a while.
It was a video of their ministry in london.
It was a whisper from my God.
My God who is alive.
Who never fails to answer me.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Sleep outs!

I was working in a hospital in one of the more remote places in India.The place inspires so many things to write about but my amused memory goes back to a wooden couch I inherited  
from my friends when they left the place the day after I joined in.It was intact.
I am not normally a couch potato,atleast I think I am not because I remember during my post-graduate days walking up to my boss to ask him if I should get my thyroids checked.He asked me why and when I revealed my doubt about the possibility of my thyroids  hypofunctioning  ,he gave me an amused look and expressed that it might be the other way round.That was the day I shelved any thought of my being lazy.I had got a stamp from a doctor and that too an extremely competant one.
However for some reason the plastic crepes which held the couch together started giving away,till one day when my friends arrived for their yearly visit there were two big holes in the seating place.
I can be quite careless with these things.All my life people have done things for me.It was my parents,siblings,friends...and the list goes on.Even at this age when any of my family members visit me they will be at it right from the word go.
I offered the two rooms that I had to my friends and decided to sleep in the couch.
They looked at the couch with a straight face,believe me.
I slept on the couch with the two holes,had a goodnight's sleep.
Another time I was travelling with Dr Annie Jacob,one of my seniors from Vellore to Oddanchattram.We had this habit of buying a ticket and boarding the general compartment which has a ladies coup.We managed to get one overhead birth and two seats near the window.
I offered Dr Annie the sleeper and stretched my self between the two seats with a few loose baggages to support my back.Every fifteen minutes or so Dr Annie would lift up her head from her pillow and ask me 'Chering are you sure you are allright?'.Till she stopped getting a response from me because I had dozed off while she had not.
I have also slept on stone benches in Satbarwa.The temperature soars up to 49 and plus during summers.The electricity is nothing to write home about.One can sometimes time the movement of the fan to, one rotation per thirty seconds.
I lived in Satbarwa for ten years and did not buy a cooler or an air-conditioner.That was me,I was not making a stand,I just could not be bothered.
The stone bench in the open air with the stars to look at and the pleasant breeze was heaven....I spent so many summer nights on those benches...nobody else did....
I love the stars.I remember my enthusiastic uncle taking us to the Nehru planetorium in Delhi.I was fascinated when the lights went off and the skies lit up .I was lost in a totally different world it seems ,I had fallen a sleep.
I had my star education much later on a sleepout on the terrace of the ladies quarter on a summer night with my good friends Malini,Nithila,Ally,et al.
I also vividly remember waking up at four in the morning to go to the quiet corner.
That was Sheba and me.
We would sit on top of those beautiful cemetries reading the bible.
I also did my exercises there.
It was not unusual to see me upside down at 4 AM in the morning on the cemetry.
Fortunately for us ,not many people ventured out to the place at that hour.
Yes,I had a couch in Herbertpur as well and that was the first thing my friends noticed when they visited me there.