Destination Home

It was one among those many days, where I needed to rush home soon, before the end of normal working hours.  Sometimes, I needed rest or medication even in the middle of the day.  On a normal days, I always waited for working hours to end.  I’d do double checking of the work performed in the day to make sure there were no hanging transactions.  I’d even help my colleagues in doing that.

But many times, I had to rush out from the air-conditioned room, as my neurological disorder threatens to strike anytime.  As always, I need space and fresh air.  It was difficult to be in a close room.   But then I need to get home by any means. I’d entered underground subway station, which was rather crowded and lack fresh air.  I waited for a few minutes after which I boarded the train with destination to my residence.

Three or four stations passed by before I need to get out as I sense something is wrong in my body.  The positive side was that I am blessed with auras, which give me time to react or take medicines. On a normal days, I need not get down before I reached my destination.

I’d sat there on the ground leaning my back on the erstwhile pillar inside the underground subway station.  I’d called home informing my situation and the name of the subway station I’m in.  I’d request them to call in my cell phone after every five or ten minutes, to check on me or to help keep me awake.

To get home, I knew, I had to get back on train but I can’t until my condition gets better.  At last, I took my stance and decided to get back on the next trains.  Without doing that I could never get home.  The insecurities I had at these times were indescribable.   Many times I don’t know whether I would even get home, ever.  Will I be brought to hospital first or at home, was the big question looming large in my mind.

Now I want you to consider something here:  Jesus bore my iniquities to the cross before I was even born.  That was more than enough to get me home with Him in eternity.  To have that privilege, I need to do just one thing on my part, to confess my iniquities and give my life to Him.  That is the beginning of my journey towards eternal life.  However, if I didn’t take that particular step, the eternal life promised becomes and will always be a distant dream.  We were more valuable to Him than we value ourselves.  We are made to His children lest we deny it.

As you can see, I need to do something on my part to get home despite my illness threatening.  In the same way, I need to make my decision or take necessary step to have that promise of eternal life even after death.  Missed your chance? No problem, this is another chance because I am reminding you now.  Let Him have your life, it will be renewed.  I also let few trains had passed but I need to get up despite my problem.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.*

Back to my journey home, it doesn’t matter whether I ended up being in a hospital first before I get home.  I am blessed to get home to be with my family.  These are the adversities that drew me closer to God.  It may be mentioned here that many times  ‘the WHY ME, GOD? WHY? moments’ struck me.   But He carried me through on His shoulder to let me see the beauty of another day.  And I am more than thankful for that.

All my sufferings are nothing in comparison with the sufferings Jesus Christ bear for us in his final days.  The humiliation, the curse, the physical torture, the loneliness, the pain…., all suffered for me to live.  He will lead me home, one day.

 *1 Corinthians 1:18

Unanswered Prayers 1; Closer to Him!

 Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you.”*

When you most needed it, your prayer seems to be in vain, we are often reminded.   Some prayers are answered immediately while some prayers seem unheard.  That is the reality of life.  We knew it and we wonder why?

Unfortunately, my elder brother became alcoholic.  Many tears were shed for him alone.  My parents and my whole family were in prayer mode for a long time.  My sister-in-law was a true prayer warrior.  She literally cried and shouted, to the Lord, ‘please do your work on my husband’.  Many times I saw her, on her knees, shedding tears before the Lord for her husband.

But then, there was no sign of him returning back to his good life that he’d lived before.   Our earthly eyes cannot see beyond that point.  We did not know how God was working on our brother.  But we knew He has worked His ways.  Our prayers went unanswered or it is very much heard?

Brother was a born-genius.  He doesn’t need training in carpentry works.  He can repair and work on any mechanical work.  He didn’t have the chance to pursue business courses.  Yet he undertook some real estate business very easily under his stride.  He built our house on his own.  He got lots of work done in his lifetime.  So he worked very hard.  He worked much harder than anyone in the family.

We spent our childhood together.  He was a good protector for me and a good fighter than me as well.  We love each other very much.  In whatever he laid his hands, to the fullest he did.  The same goes with wine.

Although we no longer lived in the same town, we had the chance to meet up in his final days.  We walked hand-in-hand, as we did in our childhood days.  We talked about what God has done for us.  The love of God was emphasized.  Brother was soft at heart.  At times, he requested me to lay hands on him and pray in his behalf.  We did that together.  I told him nothing can change the relation between him and God.  Many times he reiterated he was late for change.  His health had already taken toll on him.  But still we prayed.    If all the things are revealed time-to-time, there will be no meaning to life.

We returned back to our places.  After a month I was informed brother left for eternity.  Oh my! Doesn’t God hear our prayers and our request? No, He did.  He worked His ways.  It was hard to bear.  But then God did not make mistakes.  And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.*

“But where is the good part here?”  We asked.  We did not have all the answers of everything in this life here on earth.  Some of the things are better untold.  One day we will understand whether here on earth or in heaven, when we have fellowship with the Lord.  When He reveal the good things being promised here, it will be sweet!

When we see Him face-to-face, all things will be whole.  We will get all the answers we wanted for ages.

Some questions are better left unanswered.  It draws our heart closer to God.  The time will come when all will be revealed.

To God be the glory.  He holds together all the earth.  The mind cannot measure His majesty.

Romans 8:28, John 16:22

Stream of Death

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There was a small stream near our farm.  We needed to cross this stream every time we visit our farm.  We would often refer that very small stream as ‘stream of death’.  Now I will tell you why he called that.

The stream was small but can be ferocious at times during the rainy season.  The mouth of the stream was small but it was very deep and muddy.  The walls are slippery.  We often witnessed a cattle dying inside the stream as they cannot climb their way back.

It was difficult to build a good bridge over that stream.   The intensity of the water current was underestimated every time.  We were warned to take utmost care while crossing it.  Taking this clue, it was called as stream of death.  But the purpose of calling that was more of an example for life.

In our journey, we often need to cross that kind of streams that seems to just wither away in the bush.  All the problems are not necessary as wide as a big river.  However, they poised same level of threat as that can be seen.  To get drowned, the water need not be big but more important is skill of swimming or the first reaction to that.  A swimmer also gets drowned, someone told.

A valley is much wider than a small stream discussed here.  But the same God, who keeps King David safe from the valley of the shadow of death, is and was, applicable in every scenario.  He wrote,

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.*

Whenever we go to our farm and crossed that small stream, it reminded me of the safety and comfort we have in the Lord.  In that way, we come across many streams, rivers, and valleys of death.  However, if God is on our side, we will cross all of them.

A problem, big or small, stole happiness from our lives.  The safety and comfort provided by God is the same.   How much we get and enjoys depends on our relationship with God.

*Psalms 23:4 (NKJV)

Fishing with The Bible

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That sounds strange. Yes, and it is strange at first.

One evening Dad told we were going for fishing in a river not so far from our village. He told me to help while gathering tools for our fishing trip.

“Are we ready now?”  Dad asked smiling.

“Yes Daddy”

Can you please take your Bible along with you?

“Yes Daddy, but why?” I murmured.

“We might need it if we have a big catch,” he said hurriedly.

We trod down the narrow path in the dark for a while; we reached our target fishing spot in the river bay.  Daddy set up our fishing net and lay the bait.

Now we have to wait for a while.

“Where is your Bible? Read a portion of it.” He gave me the verses and added, “When I come back we will discuss what it wants to say and how far did you get.”

“Okay Dad.”

I lighted up the lantern and started reading. At that time, I just started reading books eagerly.

“We have a big catch,” Daddy says when he come back. “I laid some more bait,” he added.

Now that we are very happy counting our catch, we discussed my reading with great enthusiasm. That night still linger in my ear.  What a lovely and creative Dad I had!

Miss you Dad. See you in Heaven!

The Beatitudes*, part of the Sermon on the Mount was what we read that night.

*Matthew 5:3-11 (The Holy Bible)