It is little over a fortnight in Kachwa.I find myself doing little things that make life a little easier.I got my flu-shot the other day .Come August I start sniffing and it goes on throughout the year.It hampers my concentration and the uncomfortable cold comes in the way of my thinking clearly.One headache out of the way,not too expensive one but increasingly becoming essential.The other thing I make sure I have with me is my press-biopic glasses.I increasingly found that for some reason I was reading less.I picked up a glass from Waterstone and suddenly overnight I had got back my love of reading.At the moment I am reading 'Joy unspeakable'by D.Martin lloyd Jones.It is a tough glass which goes into my pocket without a case,it is light and is made of plastic I think because it is nowhere near breaking after the rough handling it gets.
Kachwa is a mixed bag with life changing sermons like the one I heard on Habakkuk from Dr Raju and a humbling testimony of a village woman who gets up in the church and testifies about how she prayed her way through the delivary of her buffallo and the complication thereafter.She was infact asked to pray by her daughter in law.When will I get a faith like that I wonder?If there is a Dinesh who gives us a good pastoral care and is a huge support medically,there is Shanker who looks after me like he would look after a lost child,and there is Swetha who makes sure I feel at home.
Medically ,I shudder each time I see a patient with fever.It keeps me on my knees ,dependant on the Lord for everything I do.Fevers in mission hospitals in India have always had that effect on me especially when one is treading a new field and does not as yet know the pulse of the place,no cultures,no typical patterns because of the array of antibiotics they have already taken elsewhere,no typical presentations and the best part is ,patients start getting impatient after two days of spike except for some few gracious ones who have decided to stick it out with you thereby increasing your sense of responsibility.
I have my little friends who keep me company some evenings and come up with refreshingly innocent questions like the one little Arpan asked me this evening,'Chering Aunty, do you pray for me before you go to sleep at night?'
Kachwa is a mixed bag with life changing sermons like the one I heard on Habakkuk from Dr Raju and a humbling testimony of a village woman who gets up in the church and testifies about how she prayed her way through the delivary of her buffallo and the complication thereafter.She was infact asked to pray by her daughter in law.When will I get a faith like that I wonder?If there is a Dinesh who gives us a good pastoral care and is a huge support medically,there is Shanker who looks after me like he would look after a lost child,and there is Swetha who makes sure I feel at home.
Medically ,I shudder each time I see a patient with fever.It keeps me on my knees ,dependant on the Lord for everything I do.Fevers in mission hospitals in India have always had that effect on me especially when one is treading a new field and does not as yet know the pulse of the place,no cultures,no typical patterns because of the array of antibiotics they have already taken elsewhere,no typical presentations and the best part is ,patients start getting impatient after two days of spike except for some few gracious ones who have decided to stick it out with you thereby increasing your sense of responsibility.
I have my little friends who keep me company some evenings and come up with refreshingly innocent questions like the one little Arpan asked me this evening,'Chering Aunty, do you pray for me before you go to sleep at night?'
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