Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The last few days.

Ok what have I been doing in the last few weeks.
I have had my hands full organising a women's retreat in lakhnadon .
Twelve beautiful ladies took time out from their hectic schedule to sit at the Lord's feet with Mrs Renuka Sanghi and Mrs Pushpa Waghmare.
Mrs Renuka  took us through the Garden of Gethsamane and the Garden of resurrection poetically,lightly,gravely and impactfully whereas Mrs Waghmare made us travel through the current scenario in missions making us think through and surprising us with questions we have never been aware enough to ask ourselves.I found myself in tears often enough.
Following the retreat I made a quick visit to Lalitpur to see my dear friends.
It was a restful two days . 

Monday, August 15, 2016

In my weakness you take my hand and lead me on.

Every once in a while in my responsibilities I feel extremely over-whelmed and there are times when you feel out of your depths and unable to move further.This has happened to me in the past.During my tenure in Satbarwa,I used to have a group of officers around me who used to literally carry me.It was a team ,earnest and never questioned me but stood through times when I felt it was just too much.I have often felt like that in Lakhnadon.Yesterday was one such night.The government hospital was all into mucking up simple cases and pushing them into our hospital.At one o'clock at night one previous caeserian section case given a trial labour and failed was pushed into the casualty.Much like any other caeserian case we posted her.The bystanders were insistant that she be steralised.We started the surgery well enough with an inexperienced assistant.Her haomoglobin was all of 7.5gm percent.She was bleeding from all over and inspite of all our efforts medically even after she was sutured up one corner would just not stop oozing.It was serious oozing.We finished three vicryls trying to stop the bleed ,but to no avail.I had to wake Divya up,get Harshlata to scrub and we decided to do a sub-total hysterectomy.We asked the bystanders to give blood,none of them were compatible.
We continued with the surgery with my able assistants.
By the time we were done it was five in the morning.By God's grace the lady coped very well inspite of less blood.The baby whom we were much concerned about because the foetal heart rate when the mother presented was below eighty was hale and hearty and cried vigourously at birth. I lost heart so many times during the surgery.These stellar ladies  quietly by their presence,just carried me along.
Thank you Lord Jesus for these blessings.
As I write this ,'Good shepherd of my soul....in my weakness you take my hand and lead me on' ..the Bethel group sings.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

The shepherd's heart.

I was dreading the last three days in the hospital with its unpredictability in the patient load.The last month or so have been hectic to say the least.I had allowed one of my juniors to take the much deserved leave for ten days and Divya was in her community stint.I could always call her if I needed her but I was alone for all practical purposes.Even when three of us were there,every evening I would come home by eight or so and I was severely sleep deprived.Whenever I could I would catch up.
By God's grace in the last three days,I could actually fill in on my sleep except for sunday when I was at it the day and the whole night.On fifteenth August I could get to my bed only at six in the morning.
On thirteenth of August evening as usual I came back from work at five and then without wasting time I decided to catch some sleep before I got the next call.
At seven forty sharp I got woken up by a spiritual nudge and an intense pressure to pray for Djongu.
Djongu is the hill opposite my hometown ,the place where my erstwhile people the lepchas live.I knew there was somekind of landslide going on but I thought it was the usual monsoon hullobullo that takes place in the hills.Lepchas are simple people,animists by faith and they worship nature in it's manifold forms.I was up wide awake and wondered why but immediately did what was bid.
At seven fifty I got a message from my friend Sheba that her father in law uncle Ray had been raised up in glory.
Now I had been accompanying the Eichers in my prayers throughout the journey and so the first question that came to my thought was how come the nudge was not prayer for them especially when they were going through that momentous event just at that exact time.Why Djongu?
I went back to the net to get an update and realized that the landslide in the area was serious and the people were actually being evacuated and shifted to safe areas.
More than that it was the heart of the shepherd that left the ninetynine sheep in the fold to go after the hundredth that was lost.I am sure uncle Ray would have wanted me to do the same too.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Coming through.

In my short time in the new region where I have worked I have wondered often how people meander about the paraphenalia with all it's implications to be effective in their ministries.We know they are effective because we see the fruits.Everytime our goodman came to the out-patient he always had a most wretched patient brought in for medication.It would be a destitute,a lunatic,a schizophrenic.Everytime he would have a positive report about the well-being of the patients often attributed to prayers.
One day he was in the out-patient giving us an update about his work.I had had a busy night and the day was busy.I was impatient but was trying my best to curb my baser instincts and practise politeness.Suddenly a gentleman entered the out-patient with another patient who had fever.
Our man was greeted with effusive  enthusiasm.When the patient had been dealt with and the duo left ,our good man shared how he knew this gentleman.Apparently he was one of those village practitioners.He had heard of our good man and therefore had one day come searching for him.His son who was apparently well qualified was not landing a job so he wanted our man to pray for him.Our goodman  put it in simple words.We prayed and he not only got a job but also came first in the interview.I was deeply touched and reminded of the three men in the book of Daniel who were put through fire and how Nebuchddnezzar saw the fourth man ,'the son of man ' is how he puts it.
I have often wondered how these good men and women were getting through fire unscathed in the field . I realised that 'the Lion of Judah ' was coming through for them .