Freaks House

How messed up can my nation get? How lost in despair? From a land that taught the world “Peace”, to a land where sorrows are shared. From a land that gave the world it’s “Religions”, to a land where women are scared. We respected them, we looked up to them as goddesses, I don’t understand why today we look at them as something less? A brother could sleep in peace, Knowing through the night his sister won’t be harmed. Today he lives on a prayer, Cause you can’t predict the coming of the storm. We are nation young and resilient. But without God this shall be our predicament! We can have a million resolutions, But what we need today is a God Revolution. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, Probably that is what holds the key to our freedom. This New Year I make a wish, Let my nation awaken to the place where true freedom exists, Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, Where women are respected and the men stand by their side. Till...

A Different Christmas -1 Materialism and Capitalism are two concepts that rule the world today. Slowly but surely our festivals have become more about ourselves and less about the Lord. We are so lost in giving and receiving gifts that we end up forgetting ‘The Giver of Life’. We are so busy sharing our little stories that we miss sharing ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told’. It worries me that many of us this Christmas are forgetting the most important lessons that the Lord wanted us to learn through the Christmas story: Submission, Faith and Humility. Submission: She had dreams, hopes and aspirations just like any other bride preparing for her wedding. Life had been good to her, she was content with what she had, and though chaos surrounded her, she was at peace because she had faith in God. She believed in Jehovah and she knew that He had not abandoned them. Living under foreign rulers was not exactly pleasant but she knew that the Messiah woul...

A generation of misfits that’s what we are, trying hard to fit-in, match-up, if it all fails we just fake-it up. From fake noses to fake chests, we have it all. We will do anything just to look right, anything to make ourselves feel right and anything to sound right.  Sometimes in our quest of trying to be this Mr. Superman we lose ourselves, lose our identity and the in the process lose the purpose for which we were created. We try to shape, modify and recreate ourselves so much that in time, we end up becoming an imitation, and miss out on the originality that God had engrained in us. But then again, being is misfit is alright, trying to fit-in is not.  Who better to understand this, than from our Lord Jesus! Imagine being the Prince of the universe, being the King of kings; Imagine walking in roads of gold, living in rooms of diamond; Imagine living in a land where there’s no disease, no trouble, no pain, no sorrow, just plain simple love and peace. A...

Finally the day had arrived. Finally the hour had come. “Finally, my last day on earth” he told himself. The wait had been excruciating, but now it was here. The day of his execution had finally arrived. “Ah! The smell of fresh air, these guys need to provide better prisons. But who cares, my life here is done. This is it. This is where and this is how things are going to end. I have no regrets, I have done nothing wrong. He deserved it, he deserve to die. How could he ever have thought he could get away with it, that guy I killed he deserved it. So what if they call me a murderer? So what if his wife is a widow now? So what if I have had sleepless night because of the guilt? I did right, or at least I hope I did.” His thoughts went on; it was the day when Pilate would release one that the people would ask for. But he knew he was not one among them, he was a criminal and the cross was already decided for him. And he had accepted it. Really he didn’t have a choice; the concept of for...

Everyday was the same. The same long walk. The same walk that yielded nothing. It was a walk that made her think. It was a walk that made her curse her life. ‘I should have just stayed with the first guy. Why did I ever leave him?’ she thought ‘What a mess? Went searching for pleasure and look at me, what have I made of myself? I used to be so beautiful when I was young. I thought I could rule the world with my looks. Always thought my body would be enough for me to survive on this earth. But now it’s all gone. I thought I would never have to thirst, I thought life was going to be easy. But now I thirst and hunger, nothing satisfies me. What have I made of myself?’ After five husbands, more aptly put after living through five broken marriages, not many of us would have the will to survive, but this woman was still surviving. If it was not bad enough to have been in five broken marriages, now she was in a ‘live-in’ relationship, could things be worse? She continued to walk. ‘Ah! ...

Slowly he approached the place he once called home. Questions raged within him, questions he thought he knew the answers to. But secretly he hoped the answers he knew were wrong, secretly he hoped for acceptance, secretly he hoped for love. ‘But doesn’t hope always disappoint?’ Thoughts collided in his head, they multiplied, they divided, but never did they add. Everything around him screamed ‘Turn back!! Don’t make a fool of yourself!’ He sat down on a rock close by; he had made it to the lane that would lead to him to his father’s house. ‘Should I go in?’ he questioned himself and his thoughts continued ‘I guess I shouldn’t. Which father would accept a son who has wasted everything the father had given him? If I was the father I would not accept a son who has done what I have done. What a mess have I made! Why? Oh Why? Did I squander everything? My father gave me half of what he had worked for his entire life and look what I made out of it. I have destroyed it, blown it away to ...

The tsunami came and left destruction. The nuclear plant leaked and caused chaos. The buildings fell and people lost their loved ones. The heart attack came and he was gone. The car got hit by a truck and no one remained. In times when death is close to us, as much as life is, one nagging question keeps coming back to us, ‘Does God care?’ The answer to the question remains as it was in my first blog post ‘Yes! God does care.’ How do we know this? Let’s head to story of Jesus raising a widow’s dead son found in Luke 7:11-17(Bible) . The story starts with Jesus walking towards a town called Nain; just as He is about to enter the town, He sees a funeral procession. A widow had lost her only son. It is important for us to understand the position of the widow, she had lost everything. Her only reason to live was no more. Probably the only light in her world was no more. Her source of joy, hope and a blessed future was no more. One of the most testing times in anyone’s life is when he o...