It has been a mundane enough fortnight or so ,going about doing my usual things.I feel fortunate to be in a campus where there is no dirth of inspiration from God's word or His work.The festival of lights has kicked in in the heart of India.I have taken the next three days off ,booked myself into a heritage hotel in Varanasi built by the maharajah of Nepal in the 1890's.I hope to do some shopping ,supplement my childlike art materials and some knick knacks for the kitchen,and perhaps a DSLR or a good printer which will be compatible with my notebook.I also hope to do some reading and explore Benaras if I feel like it,the cultural side.I hope to escape the rush of the actual diwali day by being back in the campus by then.
I have been doing some talking with people,and I find myself extremely vulnerable listening to their stories.I listened to a heart's cry of a father whose son was fighting death.One evening while behind the nursing station he started chatting about his son on the hospital bed.A very proud father of a son in his early twenties who was not only an exceptional son but also a grandson.Educated till graduation and awaiting a teacher's training programme to open up, he apparently was extremely active in the field and did twice the amount of work in the soil as the father did.Apparently he just has two pairs of clothes but nobody would guess so,never complains and looks after his old grandfather as well as he does his father.I was deeply touched by what this simple villager had decided to share with me.
All along when I dealt with his son's case having been called by a junior to let me know that he had taken a turn for the worse he watched closely while I flapped around trying to do what I could to bring his son's saturation up which was in his seventies by a CPAP machine and worked on his blood pressure.He watched from a distance and he quietly accepted the fact that his son was serious.
Today the boy's heart-rate has come down to almost normal ,we are tapering his dobutamine ,I feel grateful to the Lord that it did not take an untoward route especially since his father remained calm and entrusted the boy's care to us regardless.
The church was good with great message from the book of ACTs one of the two books by Luke.We just begun the book last week and it is a wonderful oppurtunity to actually have these bible studies in the church.
'Hiding behind the shadow of Jesus' was what we sang in hindi,a beautiful metaphor which I have desperately whispered so many times in my life,the sheer joy of being hidden in Him.
I learnt a new theme song which Dr R seems to have introduced the congregation to and which the congregation seems to know by heart,apart from all the bible verses they speak out aloud in the church when asked which stumps me to say the least-all the village ladies and the gentlemen remembered,'bible pado,prarthna karo or aage baro.'
Do whisper a prayer for the ministries the Lord places before us here at Kachwa even as we make this pilgrimage.
I have been doing some talking with people,and I find myself extremely vulnerable listening to their stories.I listened to a heart's cry of a father whose son was fighting death.One evening while behind the nursing station he started chatting about his son on the hospital bed.A very proud father of a son in his early twenties who was not only an exceptional son but also a grandson.Educated till graduation and awaiting a teacher's training programme to open up, he apparently was extremely active in the field and did twice the amount of work in the soil as the father did.Apparently he just has two pairs of clothes but nobody would guess so,never complains and looks after his old grandfather as well as he does his father.I was deeply touched by what this simple villager had decided to share with me.
All along when I dealt with his son's case having been called by a junior to let me know that he had taken a turn for the worse he watched closely while I flapped around trying to do what I could to bring his son's saturation up which was in his seventies by a CPAP machine and worked on his blood pressure.He watched from a distance and he quietly accepted the fact that his son was serious.
Today the boy's heart-rate has come down to almost normal ,we are tapering his dobutamine ,I feel grateful to the Lord that it did not take an untoward route especially since his father remained calm and entrusted the boy's care to us regardless.
The church was good with great message from the book of ACTs one of the two books by Luke.We just begun the book last week and it is a wonderful oppurtunity to actually have these bible studies in the church.
'Hiding behind the shadow of Jesus' was what we sang in hindi,a beautiful metaphor which I have desperately whispered so many times in my life,the sheer joy of being hidden in Him.
I learnt a new theme song which Dr R seems to have introduced the congregation to and which the congregation seems to know by heart,apart from all the bible verses they speak out aloud in the church when asked which stumps me to say the least-all the village ladies and the gentlemen remembered,'bible pado,prarthna karo or aage baro.'
Do whisper a prayer for the ministries the Lord places before us here at Kachwa even as we make this pilgrimage.
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