BUT FAR FROM CHRIST

Imagine the scene.
The soldiers huddled in a circle,
Their eyes turned downward.
Casting lots for Christ’s possessions.
The criminal above them is forgotten.
Common soldiers witnessing
The world’s most uncommon event,
And they don’t even know it.
For them,
Jesus is just another criminal.
The cross is forgotten!

It makes me think of us.
The religious.
Every believer in the land.
The strict. The simple.
Upper church. Lower church.
“Spirit-filled”. Evangelical.
Are we so unlike these soldiers?
We, too, play games at the foot of the cross.
We compete for members.
We scramble for status.
Competition. Selfishness. Personal gain.
It’s all there.
So close to the cross,
Yet so far from the blood.

Constantly finding fault with others,
We act like common crapshooters
Huddled in groups
And fighting over silly opinions.
We split into little huddles
And then, God forbid,
We split again.
Another name.
Another doctrine.
Another denomination.
So close to the cross,
But so far from the Christ.

“That they all may be one”, Jesus prayed.
One. Not in groups.
But one in one.
One church. One faith. One Lord.
No denominations. No traditions.
Just Christ!

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REALITY OF LIFE

Being old school is sometimes much more joyful than doing the latest things in the current period. Grandparents dropping the kids to school, taking them back home, playing with them are the things missed by the present generation. Fresh air rushing through your face when you are laughing and still having a little fear of falling down from the bicycle, but you still want to do it again and again; gives you more joy than anything.

Today when I was heading back from work, I saw a little boy from his school; perhaps he was in kindergarten I guess. His grandfather was taking him back from school in a bicycle. The traffic was moderate and they were comfortably going in the area of cars and buses. The reaction on the little boy’s face was very innocent and he was looking to his grandfather as he was happily cycling back.

The relationship between the little boy and grandfather shows the reality of life. Similarity of a little boy is the starting point of life and grandfather shows the end point of life. Both the phases are stated to be pure and innocent, more generous and humble to understand the purity of life.

KISS

Getting late for a meeting,
Slung his coat over the shoulder,
He bounded out of the house.
As he drove away, she came
Running down the stairs two at a time.
‘Wait, wait’, she said,
But he had already left.
Her mouth crumpled
Like a used wrapping paper.
He forgot to give her a goodbye kiss,
She whispered in a trembled voice.
She called him saying accusingly
That he left without giving her a kiss.
‘I am sorry darling’, he said.
‘It’s okay’, she said,
Trying to be grown up,
As she cut the call.
Gulped down her breakfast gloomily,
Wore her shoes, picked her school bag
And started to walk out of the door.
As she climbed down the steps,
The car stopped outside the house.
He got out of the car.
She ran to him, her face lit up.
‘I’m sorry I forgot’, he said.
He picked her up and hugged her.
Said nothing, her jaw ached from smiling.

 

WHISPER

She came from school. It was a Tuesday.  She called out “Mom, are you here?” No answer. She called out again and still no answer. Then she remembered that her mom told her  she would be late today.

She went into the kitchen to get some juice. When she reached the fridge to open it, she heard a whisper saying Rachel… close… them…

She screamed and looked behind. The only thing she saw was the lights turning off then on by itself.

Then she heard another whisper. But that one was louder…

She ran upstairs as fast as she could. But her loose socks made her slip. She fell down but she got up fast and ran till she could reach behind the bedroom door. She closed the door.

But at the same time, the doorbell rang. She was scared… too scared to go back downstairs.

But she still did. She opened the door and saw her mom. She hugged her tight. Her mom asked her what had happened. She explained her mom the whole story. But her mom’s answer was “Dear… that was only your imagination.” But she said that she had heard a whisper. At that moment, she saw on her mom’s eyes that she was worried. So she just told her to forget about it.

While having dinner, she heard the same whisper. She shivered because behind her mom was a man. She remembered his face. He is the one who… who… never mind!

She did not mind instead she continued eating. When she finished her dinner, she went upstairs to sleep knowing that she had school the next day.

Around 2 am, she woke up. She saw the same man she saw earlier. But this time, he was lying next to her. Then he whispered something that she could not hear.

Then he just got up. Then behind her, she heard a whisper. “Close your eyes”. Then the man just disappeared. She turned around and saw her dad. He lifted his hand and touching her hair saying… “Close your eyes.” She heard footsteps outside. She tried to get up but she could not.

She woke up in the morning and she felt dizzy. Her mom was crying sitting on a chair. She was saying “I knew it.” She took a knife out of the stand and put it on her throat. She gently started sliding it until her head dropped. Rachel tried to scream for help but something strange happened. She woke up and saw that all of that was a nightmare!

 

DEMONS INSIDE

On the edge of the cliff
He stood in fear
For the demons of darkness
Had forced him there
Making him believe that
They knew best
Sometimes out of sight
They were always there
Waiting in the background
For the right time
They lived inside the mind
The demons were deadly
Their evilness endured
He stood on the cliff
To end the fight
Then he ceased and thought
Will fight them one more night

 

YOUR VERDICT

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Fear in my heart, and cold in my soul,
On unsteady feet I stand up to you
To hear the decision of the jury.
Tears in my eyes, dry throat,
I take the responsibility of your broken heart,
I must take my punishment.
You’re the victim here;
I cannot linger on what I feel.
I can’t dwell on my pain seeing you suffer,
You are the only one for me.
I stumbled, I tripped,
But I’m still where I’m meant to be.
I realized when you looked at me,
The damage I’ve done is vast.
No matter how much I plead on my knees,
I’m sorry won’t cut it this time.
But “I am sorry”,
I think about your pain.
The sorrow in your voice is breaking me down.
This is not about me.
I patiently wait for your choice.
Knowing I’m not worth it,
Praying you still love me.
I won’t give up on us;
I stand here looking for
Your verdict!

IN EXCELSIS GLORIA!

Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
O, hear the angels singing Gloria!

In the night of quiet slumber
Came the sound of heaven’s chorus
Shepherds quaked by the sight
Star is shining brilliant bright!

Peace on earth
Goodwill to men
Hail the birth of
God’s own son
Sing Gloria!

O, hear the angels as they say
Unto you a child is born
In a manger He will lay
In Bethlehem on this morn

Peace on earth
Goodwill to men
Hail the birth of
God’s own son
Sing Gloria!

 Shepherds run to Bethlehem
To see the infant meek and lowly
At the manger hearts unfold
Praising God for He is able!

Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
Gloria! In Excelsis Gloria!
O, hear the angels singing Gloria!
Gloria! Gloria! Sing Gloria!