Sunday, January 22, 2017

Little moments,big implications!

It is little more than a fortnight since I have come home.I was actually to be home less than a fortnight but my IELTES result which is essential for my visa was postponed on two occassions so I am home longer than I anticipated.This time it has been postponed for a week more, so I get to meet my older sister who is here at the end of the month.I consider this the most precious days of my life.
Farmlife is a different ballgame alltogether.There is always work to be done and fruitful work for that matter.I find the whole thing very restful.
Yesterday I spent the early morning picking a huge bunch of mustard leaves ,the green fresh ones and sent half of it to the bible camp for the youth that is going on in the church and seperated the yellow ones to dry them .I am learning to make 'gundruk' a traditional nepali dried mustard leaf.My father gets mighty impressed to see me show interest in the farm work.I also picked up the first brocoli of the season to be sent to the church.Later in the day,I took down the large quantities of garlic that has been left to dry ,I seperated it from the stem,unshelled and cleaned a lot of them and dipped them in vinegar.
I also enjoy the three wards of my sister aged between seven to nine,who have just come back from their vacation at their homes.It is a joy to watch them as they develop into different personalities,their equation with each other;One of them is here just for the vacation,
My cousin Monda who is full of life, always has something up her sleeve.The other day ,we went boating in the newly formed Mantam lake which is beautiful to say the least.I hope it survives the monsoon though.I saw some youngsters building a raft with bamboos and drums to ferry a pick up across the river.It reminded me of Burma and south America.We sang our way back with the audio,,,,hillsong,vineyard and so on.
I also spent some time in the evening doing some research on an appointment for an aunt of mine who might need a neck surgery.Our dear Kenny David has asked her to be brought to Vellore for a look over and surgery if required.
These are interesting times and I would not change it for anything else.
I thank the Lord for the grace of these precious times.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

The raddish,the ginger,the cat who demanded it's feed and the upper room discourse!

Yesterday the workers cleared one part of our kitchen garden to put in new seeds.They unearthed mamoth-sized raddishes ,like the types I had seen during the south american revival times.Each one weighing a couple of kilograms.My dad thought that it might be much too ripe and was asking the boys to use it as cattle fodder.I had other thoughts.I spent half a day cleaning and cutting them and making simple pickle in lemon water with green chilly,giant sized ginger ,salt and a herb I am not sure what they call.It is in the sun .
I also made a lot of raddish chips some of which I packed for my cousin and a senior church friend.The dinner was raddish parathas made in pure home-made ghee.Even my diabetic uncle who is on insulin and very careful with his food ate five mini parathas.My cousin who had eight mini-parathas argued that it was like eating two,looking at the size of the fare.
In our family reading we are looking through the upper room discourse and it's significance as being the heart of christian faith.
My sister is neck deep writing on 'the church architecture ,a window into the christian presence in Sikkim' for the state gazzetere.It is a fascinating read.
In between all these I bake biscuits,just spend time in the sun with my parents,watch the carpenters in the minute details of their work,feed and talk to Hero,our tibetain apso.The other day I had just gone to feed him and was walking back to the kitchen when one of the cats with no name, nudged me.I unconciously complained ,'why is this cat hitting me?'Instantly my mom observed that I had forgotten to feed the cat.
My neice is studying for her final exams in Delhi and we all are busy scouring the options she has for her specialisation.Hope she makes it to the UK with me.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

So far so good.

The church today was a simple affair.A young preacher preached about choices and destiny.It was precise,simple and profound .The concluding verse was John 15,stressing the relationship between abiding and being fruitful.
We sang some old hymns of the yore and we prayed...oh we prayed.
The last few days have been spent with the family....amongst oranges,carpenters,family dinners,and decisions.
My neice Rachel got married in faraway Sydney and is enroute to the US.My cousin and her kids are on their way back to Newzealand after some time at home.My sister is expected home next week from Australia....and I start making some noises for my UK stint from next week.I am treading prayerfully and carefully for the Lord's leading as I make feeble steps forward in faith.My simple prayer for my life is that I will be used of God ,for His glory.....Nothing more and nothing less.