Lessons

It is amazing how the truth of God's word can lift one's spirit in a moment. Only this morning I found myself struggling to get rid of a few thoughts. I took out my mobile bible and read it aloud (not quite) in a bus. As I finished, I asked in a typical sound of music fashion " why am I not feeling better?"  Getting oneself busy into the daily humdrum of life creates an illusion of not being right under the very nose of God and so I began to go about 'my' business with a vengeance that resulted in a headache after an hour of mindless games on the iPad. Left with nothing to do, I went back to what I had been reading through out the week - Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead. After several unsuccessful attempts at getting the big picture, I was about to resolve myself to this one truth: this was the ultimate sign for the Jews and the disciples as Jesus' hour drew near. It would turn the hearts of those on the fence and incriminate those plotting against

What is my answer? When all within me gives way As the surging sea quietly swept away A sleeping baby, a child at play, a mother in distress Lifeless limbs and hollowed out homes Cutting through cushioned kneelers and empty pews Alms in rush parading pride at best if not pity As a word is spurned and a thought is scoffed But arms in waiting mourn to be hugged Too spent to tear, too tired to weep Heartless, headless collaboration seize the day Emotions bespoke void of truth A world of terror grips me by the collar Shakes out the hope and calls it celebration Go about lightless, be a candle they say Never ignite  I listen as the serenade lingers on Accomodating the growing unrest within me To take to the streets the light the night dispels For fear that I might be questioned.

ADONAI Awesome God, how do I fear you? How do I honour You? How do I gaze and reflect upon You? Love's first outbreak, will I ever grasp? Trying times have found me wanting Faith and grace questioning Raving ranting sometimes even screaming Yet all within me bowing So great, so explicit and so unexplainable Infinite into the cold calculating minimal heart descending Foolishly, fearing letting go of the cross I am clinging El-Shaddai did not give up the cross nor me

Introspection When your soul's long-awaited answer Is just the opposite of what you hoped, Will you see the Saviour in the desolation? When the lamb for the sacrifice Is not you but your own, Will you still walk by the Saviour's side? When life so dear is snuffed out And you can't put a finger on 'why', Will you comprehend a tear-less eternity? When the wellspring of joy seems parched And light at the end of the tunnel is out of sight, Will you step into the darkness and let the Comforter open your eyes? - In a feeble attempt to share in the grief...Sandhya and Sheryl

I am thinking today of an election Far above and way beyond my imagination Of kings and shepherds, murderers and lepers Even betrayers and cowards Like me some waywards Arrayed in glorious garb; robed in royal splendour All of us- The King and the coward, The Shepherd and the wayward Feasting at a table brimming with grace We - betrayers, murderers, cowards find our place Come, be drunk of the Mercy No shame, no guilt but pardon aplenty Inebriate, never forget Speculations answered in love so raw and rare.

Propelled by the urge, My search leaves me disappointed at best What with all the glitz and glam Blood and gore is all they make me see. So I close my eyes  And wonder why With all your glory, power and majesty Forsaken, You chose humanity? As I linger by the Pharisees  Awaiting Your response I see the writing on the sand Mercy me I cry.  And so dropping all charges  I kneel right there  The hunter and the hunted Feasting on lavish Divine grace Would I have climbed the tree? Were I the one at the well? Or would it be me the one Who betrayed You and left you alone? Wherever I had been Forgiving, loving Faithful one, I moan Snatched up by tender talons Riding on eagle's wings Now it strikes me once again It's the Love I tried to comprehend Written allover me I find the stamp, the seal Willfully, no longer mine. As I attempt a walking side by side Dark though the valleys be I'll solemnly await the glorious sight Of