How deep the Father's love...

Today I was reading a devotion in the morning from the gospels about the woman with the alabaster

jar who demonstrated her devotion to Christ during the dinner Simon ,the Pharisee ,hosts for

Jesus. Whenever I have read or heard a sermon on it the stress has been always on what the woman

did.Nowadays,the Lord has been showing me the other side of it which is very evident but we often skip

through.The part where Simon does not do ……

The event reads-‘ Then He turned toward the woman and said to Simon ,’Do you not see this woman?I

came into your house .You did not give me any water for my feet,but she wet my feet with her tears and

wiped them with her hair.You did not give me a kiss,but this woman ,from the time I have entered ,has

not stopped kissing my feet.You did not put oil on my head,but she has poured perfume on my feet….’

Is the Lord asking me this question today?

It poignantly touched my heart because I have invited Christ into my heart but how often do I

acknowledge His presence by washing His feet, greet Him with a kiss ,or anoint His head with oil….in

other words how often do I express my devotion to Him?

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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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