Sunday, May 31, 2015

Another sunday in lakhnadon.

It has been a difficult week correcting,tolerating,working,struggling with nagging administrative issues.I was looking forward to the sunday to bounce back.I had a restful day but for the mid--morning when I was caught up controlling the seizures of a one and a half year old child who had been reffered to Jabalpur from the government hospital seizuring.So much for the defensive medicine the health practitioners are at these days.It took sometime getting an intravenous line but by God's grace as we dilantinised her and with the benzodiazepams in,his seizure settled.
This evening I had another youngster join us for the evening fellowship.

We are studying the book of Mark these days and there are a few themes that keep recurring.
1)We need to really know Jesus of nazereth for who He is.The gospels is like an introduction God
gives us the son of God..,Lord over nature,Lord over diseases,Lord over death,Lord over evil
spirit and satan,a compassionate God,a generous God,a righteous God,a caring God,....

2)The periods of encounters with the glory of the Lord are encouragements to prepare and
strenghten us for greater responsibilities ahead,most times these moments are to be kept in our
hearts,not to be shared but to help us gird ourselves for the greater challenges that is to come
our way as we follow Christ.Example being Peter.John and James in the mount of transfiguration
,they were chosen to withness the transfiguration and they were also perhaps the ones who
suffered the most for their faith.

3)God's final word to the people was 'Jesus'.Like in the mount of transfiguration Moses and
Elizah dissappear in the clouds,everything must dissappear before Jesus.'This is my son,'Hear

Today we encouraged each other with drawings of the parables of our choosing in the first
half.The parables had to be from the first eight chapters of the gospel of Mark,which we have been studying.We numbered it and let everyone pick up a draw to take home one drawing of a parable to encourage him/her.There were lots more laughs and participation and also poignancy of taking home one's own piece of a parable picture.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Crepe, rice conjee and sewing machine.

Somewhere from the inner recesses of my mind recipes pour out as I cook on Sundays for a group of twelve or so.I am not a hoarder,although every now and then I go out shopping and stock my fridge I am learning to use every bit of food that comes in and not waste it as we normally do.I was watching the documentary ,’Just eat it’ and it was quite appalling watching so much of food being wasted in first world countries.In India even scraps are eaten in the street.
This Sunday I racked my head to organize a menu that would compliment the hotter than hot weather outside.I had potatoes gallore,mayonnaise ,condiments and herb,flour ,sugar and salt and some fruits.
I settled on cold mash with mayonnaise,nuts and herbs,crepe made over the hot stove but served cold ,papayas and a shake with bananas ,mangoes and milk.There was no wastage whatsoever which is actually never there and light on every ones stomach.The Crepe was paper thin and ever so light,it somehow reminded me of royalty,although I am not sure what the connection was.Must be some book stowed away in my sub-concious.The plate looked a treat and tasted likewise.
I was describing the dinner to my sister who suggested making a thin rice conjee ,and serving it with soya-sauce ,and tiny bits of salad next week.I am quite for the idea.Cooking is fast becoming one of my favourite hobbies.I am also thinking of buying a good sewing machine and doing some dress making.
I have never done it before but there is always a first time.I remember our mom making various household articles with her machine and how careful and strict she was about us handling her sowing stuff.I sure need some cushion covers and drawing room stuff.
I am excited!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015


A and J were with me for the holidays.Bethsheba spent three days with us amidst the hullabulla of her own demanding and busy life.It was wonderful to have her's and Andy's wise presence in my disorganised life , for a short time.They left their children for a week with me.
J and A were a healing presence ,a little surprising for children of their age.They would get up in the morning,have their quiet time,make the chai which J was an expert in,eat their breakfast,go for VBS in the church.The afternoons were spent on their fours on the floor colouring different posters for our wards and we would invariably end the days with stories from my growing up years,a bible reading and prayer together before we would call it a day.
Yesterday by the time I reached home ,they had soaked the dal,cut potatoes,onions,tomatoes and were ready to plunge it into the hot oil even as they looked into their note-pad for their mother's recipe.
We cooked the meal delicious in it's simplicity and company.
Having the children here with me adds a new and delightful dimension in my life.
It is fascinating to have children around us and try and work out how the culture around them is shaping them.I spent a whole evening painting a poster of Jesus' different names with oil crayons with them.It was impressive just observing their know-how in the art of colours and the dynamics involved in poster making.
The only time I remember painting a poster that was selected for my school magazine was a naive poster of the sun-flower and me against the back-drop of a mountain-very revealing of the psychology of the child that was in me.I must have been six then and the principal who was a wise and lovely man selected the poster of a gigantic me with a huge sun-flower and mountains in the back-drop.The psychologists today would have a field day just looking at the poster.Children today would laugh at the proportions.
I spent one whole evening repeating and enacting a nursery rhyme with children all the way from two years to nine years old.Was it a waste of time?-No,we were best friends by the end of it.
It was enlightening to see the youngsters flipping through their thought process to make concious choices about any action they were to undertake.They would independantly make a choice to be a blessing in their quiet way and I would have to give the credit to the parents for bringing up such fine children.
I can confess truthfully that I learnt the art of making concious choices to be a blessing ,in freedom, very late in life and there is so much release in it.
I pray that the children may recognise this gift and develop this doubt they will be great assets for the kingdom.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


Thought would take a break in Panchmarhi which is the only hill-station in MP.
Coming from a hill-station and a remarkably beautiful one for that I frankly did not expect much.I had not bargained for the MP admin to have such brains.
The most touristy part of Panchmarhi has been preserved well and has been kept clear of the usual hawkers who hijack tourist places and make it almost unbearable.
Most facilities are owned by the MP government and all the tourist places mantained by the department of forest and is awe-inspiring.
We had a guide alloted who was extremely intelligent and knew how to sell the places according to the sentiments.The gypsy driver was a young guy who seemed innocent enough so we had a good time good naturedly pulling their legs and enjoying the beautiful point s.
There is Ridgegarh,Dhoop garh,and even a still ,clean water body in the middle of no-where,yes it is actually clean.The landscape in the movie Ashoka with those fantabulous rocks and water bodies is from Panchmari.
I was fascinated by the huge sedimentary rocks ,beautiful in it's make ,studded by white pebbles ornamental in it's natural design which leaves one breathless.Dhoop garh with it's unusual rock mountains have to be seen to be believed.The museums are neat and reminds one of ones abroad.
There are definate stamps of the english heritage or is it Irish,with Glen view,etc.
I visited the christ-church which is one of the protestant churches under the church of north India.The building is beautiful in it's make with stained glass windows and old world architecture made of cut stone.However maintenance of the building leaves a lot to be desired.I sat in the stone bench and prayed for the congregation,the pastor and the land of panchmari.
We stayed in 'the Arc 'where the tourist season was yet to pick up.Introduced as one of the oldest families in Panchmari.A Kid barely fifteen years was running errands.He said he was on a vacation, a student of class nine was earning some pocket money during holidays.Credit to the general sentiment in Panchmari,I asked if I could give him some pocket money and he politely declined.
The people in the area are geared for the tourists,everyone and their brother go out of their way to give directions and help out.
The laurel to Panchmarhi goes in the fact that it is an extremely quiet place.Quiet place in India sounds almost impossible yet it is quiet,no microphones blaring with senseless songs,prayers,chantings nothing ,which is commendable considering I am almost going deaf in central India with 24*7 sounds coming into the campus from everywhere.
FOr now Panchmarhi seems to be at it but one cannot tell for how long!

Friday, May 1, 2015

Some days....

Some days God’s heavenly choir

Greets me in the morning.

Twittering birds in symphony

Sings the day is dawning

I open my eyes in daze and delight

I ask myself-do I join in?

A prayer , an overwhelming gratitude,

Joy and God-filled fortitude,

Plea for loved ones,an aching need,

The patients in the ward ,that they be healed,

Grace overflowing ,the spirit’s call,

Sealed with His love,Lord Jesus my all.