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Why I loved Inverness!

I have been entertaining this idea of visitng Inverness for sometime.It was the thought of the colds that made me postpone but something told me that the time was right so I packed my bags and made the reservations.I find the paper works somehow always work to the tee.The system here forever seems to have a back up and therefore everything moves as it should. I reached Inverness late morning on a lovely sunny day.A taxi driver served as my tour guide as  he gave a running commentary even as he drove me to my hotel.My hotel room was a surprise,I had booked a single seater but they had given me a double seater in the same price.I had some sleep to catch up with since I had not slept well the previous night due to the timing of my train to London.Four thirty in the morning-bundled up to the boot I was the first one in the station.A pleasant gentleman wished me a good morning and asked me,'Going somewhere nice?'I wished him a good morning and just smiled.I often wonder if I am re

The Land of promise.....Lord that I might reach it.

Every christian has an Exodus,a journey from Egypt to the land of promise.Many of us never make it to the land of promise because we hold on to Egypt with it's comfort and predictability inspite of the shackles of slavery that bind us unawares.Have we ever sat back to reflect on our christian journey ever? I often do and I get those occassional,very clear perspectives of the pillars of fire and cloud the lord has been providing for me in my journey.I also have a fairly clear perspective of the milestones directing me onwards ,these are people,events...situation.....until Lord Jesus took over to become my sole guide.It has been a tumultious, but I would have no other journey given the choice. The other day,I was walking to church...and I asked myself 'Am I dead or what?I don't miss people,I don't miss places...nothing upsets me for too long...,I realised I am not. I went to the was the Lord's supper.Stewart Elmes was preaching...the Lord has used this

How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land.

When sons of Jacob sold their brother Joseph to the Egyptian traders,they unknowingly sold a generation of Israelites including themselves to slavery.God with the father's heart ,reached out to them and raised up an unknown man named Moses to lead them out.Men did it time and again ,are doing it time and again making choices that will lead them to Babylon.......when they have realised where they are they have cried out to God and God in his mercy has found a way out for us. This morning suddenly a song from the rivers of Babylon....came to my mind. I have sung it so many times in my life but today it took on a new meaning ..... 'By the rivers of Babylon..there we sat down...hey how we wept when we remembered Zion, Let the wicked carry us away captivity,requiring from us a song,how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land..' We make choices...and we make choices...we choose Babylon with it's glitter and might...till one fine day we find oursel


Jacob  who could have been seriously damaged and could have in the process damaged others... a struggler right from his mother's womb,puts his brother in the corner and usurps his birthright,cheats his father of his blessings taking advantage of his blindness,gets cheated by Laban for Rebecca..has to run away from his brother... fearing his life,has to run away from Laban fearing for his life,wrestles with God and refuses to give in ,God touches his hip bone and renders him limp.......he could have taken a different turn there...lived with his limp.....and made a living out of it making people's lives miserable but this is a thinking man...he refuses to let go till God blesses him. God does -more so, praises him for being an overcomer. Oh to be surrounded by overcomers most of the time! May I be an overcomer by your grace oh God so that I might inherit your kingdom.

Few precious things we never out-grow!

The other day,I was deep into the computers doing a clerical work that makes quite a bulk of my job here in the UK when someone startled me.I have a low threshold for surprises so I was out of my chair ,literally jumped out when a pleasant ward clerk who was helping me with the papers exclaimed-'atleast you did not swear!'.I found myself pertly replying ,'I never swear.' That made me ask myself ,'Why don't I swear?'. That took me back zillions of years ago when we were in a boarding school..... My mom had a set of do's and don't's she lovingly packed along with our trunks,the bible and our tucks.....and she had an unofficial ,self volunteered spy in my older sister M who invariably would be staring at us whenever any of us were anywhere near crossing the line.Her one lined dreaded declaration would be,' just wait..I'll tell mom'.It sobered us back to our senses, no doubt. 'Do not swear' was definately one of the don't

Siblings ,glycerine and Tess of D'urbevilles.

Saw the BBC adaptation of Thomas Hardy's novel 'Tess of Durbevilles'.Left me with a  very  heavy heart. I had to talk myself into reminding me that it is just a figment of Thomas Hardy's  invention.Tess never existed or did she?I googled the name to see if I could do find something and  the wikipedia writes '   Tess as a personification of nature — lovely, fecund, and exploitable','   "Hardy's feelings  for Tess were strong, perhaps stronger than for any of his other invented personages".... It took me back into those times in my life when I got introduced to Tess and many such charecters in a  different world altogether.In my night pajamas,with my pink toes sticking out in the cold winter,licking  the sweet glycerine which was applied by my mom all over my face and lips I would stand before my  older siblings waiting for a book to read.Invariably it would be my older sister who would pick out a  book for me ...those were th


G is all of ninety five.He has slept his way through most of his admission in the hospital.He is a border in a care home.He was sleeping peacefully through another patient with dementia evacuating his bladder near his bed.We watched helplessly while A who also has dementia but always walks around with a perpetual grin on his face relieved himself near G's bed.The ward attendants immediately came to the rescue. G was declared ready to go home today after a physio assesment. I was getting ready to write his discharge when I noticed that his abbreviated mental test had not been done. So I started quizing him with the usual questions which always seem to trigger a host of memories with the elderly.Both of us were swinging through  the counting backwards-he eager to be correct and me relieved everytime he uttered the right number.He was born in 1917.When I asked him about the world wars he told me,'You know,I don't like to remember that part because I was in it.' At the