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Looking back ,we draw strength, for the road up ahead......







                    I have just come back after attending  Emmanuel Hospital Association’s golden jubilee celebration .It was a privellage to meet up with so many stalwarts and dear friends and also to just watch all those seniors being commemorated for their long years of services,people who put their lives on hold and actually dedicated their lives to serving in the North Indian missions.For many it would not have been easy but they persisted inspite of all odds,that is what makes it all so special.I had the privellage to sing in the choir .The theme song was beautifully composed by Drs Arpit and Amy Mathew and the choir ably managed by Dr Ashita who had to deal with all our idiosyncracies.I was blessed by it.There were others who had worked night and day behind the scene,Dr Jameela and the central office team were mentioned.

The entire programme was tightly managed .Ms Jubin walked us through the history of EHA and Mr Jaykumar shared his memories.


What touched my heart and gave a perspective to what we were celebrating apart from faithfulness of God and His people was a testimony of a patient from Shalom who was born different.He shared how Shalom and God’s people in Shalom had been compassionate in the way they had treated him and had encouraged him through`thick and thin.It would not have been easy for him to stand in front of an audience to talk but I am sure glad he did because it gives us a perspective as to why we do the things we do.We work for the King of Kings and people like Sheela who are so precious in our Master’s sight.


I had just slinked out of the programme because I had to catch a train from Anant-Vihar so I hastily hurried to Dwarka where my sister lives. As I multi-tasked doing my last minute packing ,drinking that life-saving cup of tea which my neice made me I asked my neice for a book to read in the train.I should have known ,she picked out a book called ‘Wonder’ by R J Palacio.The last time I had asked her to choose a book for me out of her collection she picked out ‘The boy in striped pajamas’.It took me some time to recover from it.


I am weeping through the book even as I read it.The epilogue reads,’You can’t blend in because you were meant to stand out.’It is about a little boy born different,this time from physical deformities but with a brilliant mind and the book has been written partly from his perspective and from the  perspective of people around  him.


We crave for perfection,we strive for wholesomeness but the beauty lies in brokenness.


 It has the power to confront us like perfection,apart from God,will never do.


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