Saturday, October 8, 2011

Make my wish come true

Searching for answers
That evaded me for so long,
I got lost in a maze of treachery
Hidden under a mask of innocence;

It’s been so long
Words kept me awake
All night long, making
Me restless and confused;

Drowning in the wishes
Of a long lost past,
I let my life down,
I let myself down;

In the midst of the night
Under the velvet skies
I surrendered to life
I whisper for forgiveness;

So with a smile on my lips
And a wish on my heart
I give faith (hope) one more reason
I give life another chance
To make my wish come true;

What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner – Sidonie Gabrielle

To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.  – Anatole France

We are told never to cross a bridge until we come to it, but this world is owned by men who have ‘crossed bridges’ in their imagination far ahead of the crowd. – Unknown


Thursday, October 6, 2011

In Brokenness, I Come To You

Apple - with Jobs

Someone creative came up with this logo for apple - putting Steve Jobs in the silhouette.


Men do cry

I heard quite often “men don’t cry”
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.
And when some bully boy at school
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip
“It doesn’t hurt”, and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though “be a big boy” it began,
Quite soon I learned to ” be a man”.
And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long night I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my son die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry and have no shame
I cannot play that ” big boy” game,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take it’s course.

So those of you who can’t abide
A man you’ve seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.

Credits: Ken Faulk

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

RIP - Steve Jobs


Your soul crossed the frontier into the iHeaven today; we will iMiss you.

Thank you for showing us, what a human can achieve.

RIP. Our prayers are with you.

Here is something I posted earlier, related to Steve Jobs, back in 2009 - where he talks about death.  

Smallest feet

Did you know - Ms Liu, a 90-years-old woman from China is the current record holder for the smallest feet in the world?

Ms Liu practiced foot binding (the important tradition of China in the past) since she was just five. Until now, her feet are on the size of a 10-year-old girl.

This belongs to what I call 'The Cinderella feet.'


the on the other extreme, watch the video


Jesus, bring the rain

Here's another worship song for you: 


Why women cry

“Why are you crying?” a young boy asked his Mom.

“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will, but that’s OK.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?”.

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his Dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he reached out to God and asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God answered,

"When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.

She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears. I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and it is her only weakness.

When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel lighter."


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Sunday, October 2, 2011


The first set of BRS questions were passed on today.  Questions were framed by the 10th grade teacher - do as much as you can. Feel free to reach out to me, if you have any doubts while answering them.  I do not have the questions with me, so include them along with your queries, if any.

Listen - I do not want to see one word answers for those questions.

Turn them in by Oct 16th.  

Update - Oct 2

Ok - my trip to FL has been called off.  I am staying right here - no more juggling.

We had an interesting Sunday school class today.  All of you have been very attentive.  We talked about differences in church between the east and west. We also talked about why the Sunday school class is important in your life, compared any other subject that you learn elsewhere. I feel the classes are too short for us - there are too many things to talk and discuss; we probably need another hour everyday.  

Class, as I told you, I won't be at church next Sunday - be at your best behavior.  Yeah, you can mark me absent for next Sunday, and I probably won't get that coveted attendance prize.

Let's remember Alan in our prayers, who has made a bold decision to join the Altar team. Oct 23rd will be a big day for him - along with the 4 others who came forward. How nice - soon people like myself can take an early retirement by passing on the baton to the new comers. 

Some of your parents are asking me about you and your behavior in the class, and I have to tell them the truth - that you all are so nice and well behaved in my class.  

Today I gave you my contact info. Make use of my availability this year to quench your thirst (if any)  regarding God, Son, Holy Spirit and the Bible - feel free to reach me 24/7 and I shall be at your service.  

The nail on roof

Once a certain group of Christians built a new church building and people came from far and wide to see it. They admired its beauty! Up on the roof, a little nail heard people praising everything about the lovely structure - except the nail! No one even knew he was there, and he became angry and jealous.

“If I am that insignificant, nobody will miss me if I quit!” So the nail then released its hold, slid down the roof, and fell into the mud.

Few days later, one night it rained and rained. Soon, the shingle that had no nail blew away, and the roof began to leak. The water streaked the walls and the beautiful murals. The plaster began to fall, the carpet was stained, and the pulpit Bible was ruined by water. All this because a little nail decided to quit!

But what about the nail? While holding the shingle, it was obscure but it was also useful. Buried in the mud it was just as obscure, but now it was useless and would soon be eaten up by rust!

You may, like the nail, feel obscure at times, but just like the nail, your absence is felt.

When you are not present for worship Sunday mornings, in some way the body of Christ hurts.