What gives

Life has its twists and turns but God has it right all the time .The secular see but the surface and come to conclusions based on what the biased finite eye sees which is seldom much but the believers ,when they truly come to the feet of God in repentance see with the eyes of christ that looks through right through to the heart and sees things which can move heaven and earth.

Everything has changed in the last two months.My personal walk with the lord has a sense of urgency.I cannot compromise on it because it is not just me anymore.Lives of 110 families inside the campus and lakhs outside the campus is entwined with mine. The other day I raised my hands up and told my junior how unfair it was that I was to be accountable for the lives of 110 fully grown adults.He laughed at me and the next moment I realised that I was taking things in my own hand.I had forgotten that I was just standing in the gap it was the holy spirit who would do the perfect work through me. I have realised over the days that the lord wants me to depend on Him alone so there I go in my dramatic way cutting off people's counsel in every which ways. I am expectantly waiting for the lord to do His perfect work. There are people I know who are praying for us but what could be more important than our own relationship with the lord. People have come and gone from the campus.Some have lef...

There are such a lot of things happening around the world.You only realise how much a part of it you are as you relate to people around you.In Sikkim ,for instance,the teesta valley project continues to be an issue around which people concerned ,unconcerned with agendas,with half an understanding of the issue comment and centre their life around the happening half-heartedly.Politicians are trying their best to cash on the event,some well-meaning people continue to comment,and toss the topic in their conversations .People who are going to be affected by the project have long since given away their land and would have collected their compensation.Suddenly out of the blue,after the project is more than half way through,we hear of people going on a hunger strike.Where were these kids in the initial days?They would have been just that kids and the chances are ,that they are only just beginning to understand the connotation of the whole humbug.Suddenly we see the national television broad-ca...

Had a wonderful time at home.As one of my siblings said it was like reliving our childhood again.Got to meet everyone from both sides of the family by God's grace.Getting back to work has so far been non-controversial to say the least-the heat is considerably more tolerable but since the phone lines are down it gets difficult to sit inside the phone-booth for fifteen minutes straight while talking to the folks at home.

Looks like I will get a chance to go home this month.The heat of June is all but beckoning me to the hills .The folks at home are all eager to have me home and I cannot wait to be with them.There are major issues to be addressed in the coming days and I cannot wait to get to the bottom of it.In the mean-time it looks like I am in for another break-through academically.I always pray ,lord keep me in-step not ahead,not behind but in step with you.Help me to be obedient in small and big things regardless of what it is going to cost me.Help me to do what you want of me.

Got invited to the village for a meal.Could not refuse even though I was on-call.All of us around fifteen people in all hired a van and rumbled our way through the difficult terrain.We sat in the open air under the moonlit night trying to make conversation with the old village folks who were much concerned about our well-being .Sat on the floor on the mats laid out for us and were served wonderfully delicious mutton curry,rice,salad and pappad the way only the villagers can .Tried making conversation with the folks in their colloquils.The lady who sells vegetables in front of our hospital with her deaf husband who always tries to show her affection to me by giving me an extra ounce of coriander or vegetables was their to serve us .We ate, wished the newborn,whose birth we were celebrating well.The pastor took time to say the grace and stuffed in his preaching in his prayers. It took me back to the time two years ago when we had sat under the moonlit night in one of the villages singin...

What do I write on ?There are so many things happening in and around this place.The heat seems to get hotter and the nights without electricity are sitting out waiting for that stray bit of gale to blow across.Meanwhile the campus is all alive and green with every kind of fruits vegetables and flowers peeping out from every corner.The green mangoes ,drumstick,spinach,bananas,ladies finger,bitter gourd,brinjal ,tomatoes,beans and chilly.Malo my maid's husband is my gardener.After he had tilled the land and the sprouts started bobbing out from every corner someone asked me what had I put in my garden?I frankly did not know .Even when the plants were waist high it was still a mystery to me till the fruits actually started coming.Once it started there was no stopping it.I stopped every other person passing through to stop by and help themselves.It was especially a joy asking the girls from the nurses hostel to take their pick of the vegetables because I see them every evening walking ...