A few moments ago, I picked up my hymn book and got singing this song: “Blow, blow, blow till I be but breath of the Spirit blowing in me….” And all the memories came drifting in. I sobbed in what I can’t describe as I recalled the first time I heard it. The memory is … Continue reading What really happened that day?
The answer is a “yes” for me. Deep inside of me, there is always this desire to pray more but the more the desire, the lesser I pray. A thought struck through my head today: the two blind men in Matthew 20:30-34 and the blind man in Luke 18: 36-43 who kept screaming and screaming … Continue reading Will you go an extra mile in your persistence?
What was deemed liberation day turned out to be deliberation day; there I was on the operating table looking at a corneo-scleral laceration of a one year old girl. Visible on my right hand was the evisceration set on a neatly laid trolley; apparently the nurse was pretty sure the eye needed to be removed. … Continue reading “A tale of the day”
My Reflection: Samuel 1 & 2 “Are all your children here?” asked Samuel. “No, there remains yet the youngest, and behold he keeps the sheep” answered Jesse. “Send and fetch for him: I will not sit down till he comes here” said Samuel to Jesse. Soon David arrives; he was ruddy; had a beautiful countenance … Continue reading “King David, the man close to God’s heart”
My reflection: 1 Kings: 16-21 Ahab, son of Omri, who reigned as the seventh king in Israel for twenty two years is presented as the most wicked and yet very powerful king at the same time. He is said to have done more evil in the sight of God than all those who reigned before … Continue reading King Ahab and Queen Jezebel
The baby’s head was fast approaching and I could hear the mother’s voice screaming and fading away in between the contractions, “Doctor help me”. I rushed in, grabbed those gloves as fast as I could while telling her to hold on just a little, as if it mattered anyway. The baby was out in a … Continue reading Who am I?
“When the storm in the very eye of a hurricane (as a friend put it) is actually no storm at all!” what does this even mean? Let me try to put it this way…Yesterday a 65 years old male walked into the consultation room assisted by his grandson I presume ( a high school boy … Continue reading “My storm is no storm at all”