I am yet to venture out from the four walls of the hospital.Being the lone doctor for the moment,I cannot really move out of the campus.
While walking back from the hospital I unconciously walk past my quarters.I have no attatchment to the place whatsoever.
Lakhnadon in many ways feels surreal to me.
I look forward to an extra hand ,hopefully at the beginning of next month.I would like to move out into the villages more often.
Late last night one of the bystanders of one of the patient walked up to my out-patient just to talk to me.She belonged to an Assembly of God background.She lives nearby.She was telling me how her family had single-handedly reached out to three hundred villages in town.
This is a strange place where a lot of work has gone in ,people are surprisingly receptive but they still need to walk in through the gate.
In the meantime we wait....and we pray.
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...
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