Every day Blessings

I travel by bus everyday to work. Often I am faced with the nuisance of the various types of busses. Some rush each other in a hurry to get more passengers, and others are in no mood to get anywhere, thereby not exactly attracting too many passengers. The “premier service” aka Volvos that is in demand, (at least by the IT crowd, in summer) is usually what I take in the mornings, basically ‘cos it gets me to work fastest. I notice how (and am often aggravated by) these busses try everything possible to get more passengers. They resort to racing, stalling, even fights involving threats and once or twice damages to vehicles. But yes. The high operational costs need to be reclaimed. Sometimes I think. No one can put a price on Christ’s blood, the cost of our salvation. We, are like the busses, only our destination is Christ, we don’t simply do rounds in Bangalore (I hope). Our aim is to take as many people to Him as we can. Are we running the “Good Race”? Do we quarrel with other...

There is rain in my memories, and there are lots of memories with the June rains. Wearing new Uniforms, carrying new umbrella and getting ready for school on June 1st. Standing at the Bus stop and praying hard that rain should not come, but even rain goddess closed her eyes on us. While I was struggling hard to pull out Mathew & John, and get in the bus there she came. . The rain, cheating me and teasing me, making me all wet. Getting in the bus with wet umbrella and bags, and shouting at all Chettan’s and Chechi’s for not getting wet in the rain. But I didn’t felt that anger when I came back from school that evening. After all, it’s evening and there are no worries even if I get drenched. I felt sad if rain doesn’t come to talk. And if it comes, I just enjoy the initial small drops and there after I open my umbrella. I could see, people catching fishes in the muddy waters after the rain. I too used to stand near them and see the catch. The fishes getting on the Fish hook...