What gives

Sheba,Andy ,Asha and Enoch were here for three days.Fiery people with a single track mind .Andy always bubbling to share the Word,the kids ready with their kitty of jokes and Sheba oh Sheba!I think it's because she is rather on the quiet side I always find myself talking non-stop with her!There were moments when I actually had a a jaw-ache.When I keep quiet she asks after my health and when I tell her I am resting my tongue she laughs away to glory.... It was good to have them here! I see a lot of things about myself ,I normally don't otherwise in the nitty-gritties of living everyday. Two days before their arrival while praying with the officers ,I was lead to pray "only what we do for christ and His kingdom will stand" and the entire time Andy's message went along those lines.

A pastor today was sharing about a little boy in the heart of the naxallite belt who saw the light and is working towards sharing ‘the Word ‘.A shy nine year old tribal boy sidled up to the pastor and started asking umpteen number of questions.His queries were taken up and dealt with each time the men and women of God entered the poverty-stricken village which lives under the fear of gun.At the age of thirteen he made a resolution to take time after his school to spread the word,He finishes his school work and walks three miles to another village to spread the word.He was a back-bencher and a tongue-tied fellow who ,the teacher says, is changed over-night.He spends time in prayer and as per the leading he moves out. He looks in the eye of the adults and individuals ,even the senior pastors are scared of ,and boldly preaches “those who live by gun will die by a gun”. Isaiah 9,vs 2. ‘The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow o...

God’s hand The perfect hands , A beautiful craft , Beyond skill . Every contour,a work of art, Every line –a divine part, Perfect untouched,holy. I saw the hand of the savior, Deformed ,bleeding ,used,abused, Imperfect mark of the nail, The pain, the drops of scarlet….. The precious hands marred , My sin , a part – I belonged! I saw the hands of the risen christ, Ablaze in the wings of Glory, Resplendant in the halloed form, Throned in the most high, I saw the mark of the nail that’s mine In the hands of the King ,most Holy, This king is mine !This King is mine! My failures-a part of glory!

I am a good christian, That is what I have been , As far as I remember. I live my life packed with activities, I attend the church regularly, I work for a Christian organization, I have been involved in charity work , Yeah that’s what I do! I have a life!or do I?sometimes I wonder? I can pray!oh yes I can pray for hours and ends! Just ask the pastor-I pray the best prayers in the church! I sing,I make the right noises! Everyone looks up to me. Jesus of Nazereth?? -Who is he?? (Might not be so drastic but our lives read this way sometimes!mine does very often.)

Got a mail from a longtime colleague,more of a consultant from my PG days,Manoj Jacob.A friend of his had this call to fast and pray in all the states of india-he had done so in most states and now it was JKD he needed to pray for. He was on a meal and a cold drink during the day ,and a charpoy in the room where he can sit down and pray. He gave a talk in the chapel today. It was about looking up and at Jesus carefully ,to know him ,and about the call to be a disciple.

The story did not end there.The locals had their share of heartaches which precipitated towards the evening.Had a detatched look at the whole issue.Got a vague understanding of unfairness of it all.Decided to review the whole scenario.Have had to do some soul-searching,change the existant,and move forward. In the mean time decided to review the community's village health comittee's progress.The team is persistantly doing their bit against gigantic odds.They have been working on changing the reproductive child health status in the villages.Under normal circumstances,the RMP's(a synonym for quacks)have a phenomenal hold over the village health.They are at the doorsteps of the villages with their bag which contain the standard dexamethasone,Taxim ,gentamycin and IV fluids.They have an association which meet periodically to review the situation.They earn a minimum of Rs 500 per day which is much more lucrative than selling vegetables or mending shoes.Most of rural India, these ...

A body lay unclaimed in the mortuary.The lady had died of tuberculosis and the relatives had abandoned the dead body.The hospital authorities(read us)had to seek permission before we could dispose it off.After lodging a formal complaint in the local police station ,a staff was sent off to the village with a police personal .The village was deep in the jungle,no roads,no nothing and the entire family was dead drunk,drowned in alcohol.They were not fit for conversation. The staff were told to dispose off the body in the hospital premises. This is Jharkhand for you ,more han 80% of the population live in the villages steeped in alcohol,poverty,superstition......endless bondages. Where does the process to liberate them start??