Christianity is a path of roses—the one with petals and thorns. Stories of petals often told and the thorns, in asterisks.
Scribbles and Confessions
The best of stories are often found in our secret prayer closet. The testimonies of when God said ‘yes’, the times when He said ‘no’ and, not to forget, the seasons of ‘wait’—every detail, a chapter of the book called ‘journey’. From having breakdowns and losing our way to searching for directions and pushing forward, here are real time narratives of what it means to be on a journey with Jesus.
P.S: We are still on this journey.
A Daughter’s Homecoming
In my teenage years, I used to be a part of the worship team in the church where my father pastored. The tag of being a ‘pastor’s kid’ automatically put me under the scanner; every move I made was watched by more than one pair of eyes. One Sunday, we had a guest...
Shades of Grace
Recently my husband bought a new pair of sunglasses. Interestingly, the glasses not only blocked the bright sun rays but it also gave him a photoshopped view of whatever he saw through it. Deep greens, dark blues and bright whites—colours have never looked so vibrant....
To Gethsemane and Onward
March 10, 2021: A numbing silence saturated my house. Even the whimpering sounds of people who were present there were inaudible. What I could hear though were the voices inside my head questioning the why, how and what of the scene. My father had died and there was...