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Last sunday while the worship was on  the worship leader started praising the Lord on high,Even as I was worshipping suddenly a huge image of Christ loomed up before me and He had His foot on a footstool and he had a warrier's dress on with leather sandals.I was taken aback and the first bible verse that came to me was  ' Heaven is my throne and the earth is my footstool...,'.The preacher was preaching that day about Eliza and the widow.He made special emphasis on how the Lord looked around all the earth and the Lord's eyes fell on the widow who was down to her last portion of flour and oil. I went back to see how Isaiah 66 read and it goes thus- ' This is what the   Lord   says: “Heaven is my throne,      and the earth is my footstool. Where is the house you will build for me?      Where will my resting place be? 2  Has not my hand made all these things,      and so they came into being?” declares the  Lord . “These are the ones I look on with favor:      those who
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Shoolie and other things..

 My sister has had interesting set of helpers staying with her.One such lady was Shoolie.She was of bengali origin ,a widow without an issue ,middle aged and a slow person who was frankly confused about her role in the team.Her daily routine would consist of getting up a little late in the morning ,having a relaxing bath,oiling herself and dresssing up for the day.When my sister left for the college she would follow her and generally hover around the whole day and come back home to the same routine.Ocassionally she would cook the dal which she apparently did well.She also kept my sister amused by giving a peek into their lives  One day in one such social gathering one elderly gentleman, a beaurocrat  ,a man of few words,out of curiosity ,asked Shoolie what her work responsibility was. and she promptly answered, 'I carry madam's laptop.'. He was stunned and mentioned it to one of our aunts. My sister was wildly amused but as was expected she had to be sent back to her folks

A solution

.Archana Sharma ,a   gynaecologist in Rajasthan,committed deliberate self-harm the other day. A patient of hers had succumbed to post-partum haemorhage .The relatives of the patient had filed an IPC 302 against her. It was a fleeting news I read which had been highlighted by one of my conceintious colleagues. It was somewhere at the back of my mind. I had a strange dream towards the morning hours.I was in the market somewhere when I happened to notice a ruckus down below.A women was being assaulted by two women.There was a camel lazily sitting on the floor with a lazy mahout stretched out on top of it watching the scenario with utter disinterest.There was an old man with white hair sitting on his haunches towards the head of the camel with tears streaming down his eyes ,wiping it with the back of his hands.There was an old lady crying out loudly gesticulating for help ,standing behind the camel.It was a vivid picture and had me thoughtful. What struck me was how active the woman we

These days..

 I am down with a bad bout of viral illness.Have not had conjunctivites forever and having had my flu vaccine ,I have hardly had flu-like symptoms for close to a decade.Suddenly yesterday my sister noted that my eyes were red and today I have a full fledged eye symptoms.I have my dark glasses on ,so to avoid drama. I am trying to make my public appearance as less as possible. Early morning I got called to see my cousin who was down with  pain abdomen.I took her to the casualty and was joined by another cousin who had a pain in the right hypochondrium.It all started at six in the morning and by the time we rounded up it was around eight thirty.Reached home just to find that it was a full house there too .A little caught up for a sunday morning. The war in Ukraine is appalling to say the least.For this time and age, wierd would be the word.It is very difficult to understand the dynamics but the sheer proportion of refugees and war victims leave one's mind numb.Is there a need for suc

"The Congress debacle-My two cents- for all it is worth."

 I have often asked my uncle ,a veteran congressman,during his hay days ,as to why the congress is so dependant on the Gandhis.His answer was that ,'without the Gandhis,the party would fall into pieces because there would be so much infighting .The  Gandhis keep the party together.' Indian politics and geopolitical scene has undergone  a mammoth change in the last decade or so.Grass-root politics has become the essence of the day.Are the Gandhis,a problem as the dissidents make it out to be?I guess not.They are doing their bit ..but the aspiration of the congressman that sheer Gandhi charisma and nil work at the grassroot level should win them elections is a myth. I have lived in UP for almost a better part of two years and have seen a vague caricature of what goes on.The truth is,there is no congress presence there. Nearer this election we heard a few Samajwadi noises ,to be precise exactly one brahmin farmer who had just come back from the farmer's agitation in Delhi.I wa

THE FEET OF GOD.

During the different phases of my christian walk I have felt the reassuring hand of Jesus while communing with him .While in North India,there was a phase where I would catch the hem of His robe and follow him...and then there was this phase where He would firmly catch my hand and stride ahead.Then my father passed and there He was with his sleeves folded up looking at the comings and goings around the house. Around eight months back I shifted to Sikkim and joined the government service.I had not really had a clear picture in my mind's eye. Last week while I was in the church,while worshipping, suddenly a picture came to my mind .I was taken aback by it .As soon as I was back home, I shared it with my mother who is my prayer partner. Yesterday while having a zoom meeting with my mission colleagues with Dr KV as the resource person it struck me how important it is to document our individual walk with our Lord and savior who is The living Christ. While worshipping in the church my he

Message for Mangan Church on 21st November 2021.

 Revelation 3 vs 14 and 15- 14  “To the angel of the church in Laodicea   write: 'These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation.   15  I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other!   16  So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.' Laodacia apparenlty had two sources of water.