The man whose blood every sane Indian had bayed for.

The other day I saw a piece of news item saying Ram Singh who was the chief accused in the high profile Delhi rape case had comitted suicide in Tihar jail.This was the man whose blood every sane Indian had been baying for when the news hit the frontline,so much so that it caught the eye of the western world as well.Uncommon occurence, considering how many woman get raped and brutally murdered every day.
The first reaction I had when I heard the news was a painful pang,a sinking feeling...the thought that the news that somebody else had already died for his sins had not reached him.
'For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.'-John 3 vs17.

A great man of God,a born hindu while giving his testimony about his discovering Christ and becoming His disciple was sharing how after he had read the bible and the Holy spirit had convicted him asked his friends in the office,'How come you never told me?'
That question reverbates along the corridor as much as Christ's...'For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in(Mathew 25,vs 35)

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Image of Christ.

There is nothing more scarier than a heart that has hardened .I was talking to Mary the other day,infact weeping with her There is a deep restlessnessness inside.Thank God for it becuase it shows that I have not resigned myself to the way things are.I was telling her I miss the deep experience of seeing the image of Christ and the compassion of the Holy spirit which just used to overwhelm my heart when I saw the image of Christ in people ,situation and the creation. What is the image of Christ?It is a body marred and maimed to bear the sin of the world.it is a voice that did not speak in protest against God the father,who actually planned it all before the creation of the world,not against the people who maimed Him ,flogged Him,drove the nails into His hands and feet to satisfy their sinful nature.The image of Christ is a body broken to the utmost yet given to feed the very same people .It is a love that did not count the cost. I am a person who does not put too much v...

A self retreat.

The last week of January I have started camping out in my construction site with a manuel which reads the King's James version of Holy bible.I thought I would take time to just quieten myself .I am getting a peek into the family who looks after my land.The construction is moving at rapid pace.I pray that it will beat the monsoons this year.If the Lord wills it I hope to do the first floor as well in this sitting.It requires a lot of prayer for the plan and the design and occupancy thereafter. As you can see there is a significant progress.I am here for till the month end.The first night my two little nephews and my cousin decided to rough it out with me.It was quite interesting having them around. The early morning view of the mountains are what I am hoping to catch.It can be breathtaking in December and we are still towards the end of winter so I should be able to enjoy it.The first night was a learning experience with princess and the pea experience.Second nigh onwards I have ha...

Till I finally reach Home...

I have made some sort of trend to do one solid thing every year of my life in Mangan post-EHA and un-beknowest I seem to have a knack for doing things almost subconciously. I learnt driving,started the dialysis unit,learning violen,built my building..atleast half is done....opened a shop and this season I could deliver christmas cakes for sale to various families .It kept me busy and occupied. Each cake was a labour intensive but absorbing work.Almost like painting. Here is the result. I realise I delivered 11 cakes this season.But there is this restlessness again ....someday I will be home and I will rest.....till then..I am on the lookout for the next project,

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