Testimonies

I Hate Kids….

I screamed for the nth time after yet another child began howling, even before I attempted to clean his ear. Children thrashing about violently, with their parents struggling to hold them tight was a regular feature of my daily OPD.

For the past 4 years as an ENT doctor, children of all ages, mostly under 6 years of age had got on my nerves till I could no longer look at a child without wincing in deep anguish. Slowly but surely I realised that I had developed a generalised hatred towards kids. This resulted in a fear of holding, or even playing with kids, so much so that I was too scared to even hold my godchild on her baptism day. I started becoming increasingly impatient with kids in my OPD and would often shout at them, while occasionally slipping in a pinch or two.
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Personal Relationships

Waiting on the Lord

The LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3:25-26

Monday’s are the busiest days in any hospital. As I made my way to the OPD, I saw long queues of patients waiting for their turn to consult doctors of varying specialities including mine. The line was moving at a snail’s pace and while a few grumbled, the others waited patiently for their turn.
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Testimonies

God’s Healing in my Family

You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.
Psalms 30:11

My family which includes my parents, my brother and I were an ordinary Catholic family who lived in the Gulf. We went for Sunday mass and prayed regularly. My parents were both God fearing Catholics and despite their busy schedules, they brought us up well.
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Sharings

My Best Friend

I regard everything as loss because of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.
Phillipians 3:8

I was the perfect definition of a “Sunday Catholic“. I did the bare minimum required of me, nothing more, and nothing less. I attended Sunday mass; prayed occasionally and lived according to what I felt was the right way. Jesus was just someone whom I prayed to, that too only when I needed something.
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