A holiday in Australia on a beautiful island might just be a paradise. For us it was indeed one until a fateful night, when my daughter fell from the couch and broke her hand. We had just returned our rental vehicle for two days and wanted to enjoy the remaining 5 days in this isolated wonderland. Stranded without transport, my husband ran to the only old neighbours’ next door that we recently met.
With worry and concern they rushed over and immediately called emergency services who told them to get Rebecca to the nearest health centre, the nearest being 40 kilometres away. Without hesitation they offered us the use of their car. Being on a pace maker & having taken an evening drink the husband couldn’t drive. But they accompanied us & showed us the way to the health centre all the while praying and offering us words of support. Continue reading
St. John, the Apostle is one of the most interesting and intense people in the Bible. He is also known as St. John the Evangelist, John of Patmos and the Beloved Disciple. His feast is celebrated on 27th December. He was the son of Zebedee and Salome, and the brother of St. James ‘The Great‘. St. John was called to be an apostle by Jesus in the first year of His ministry and was the closest to Him during that time. It is said that St. John along with St. Peter and St. James formed the inner circle of Jesus. These three were the only witnesses of the raising of Jairus’ daughter from the dead. Continue reading
One morning, as usual, as I sat down with a copy of the Holy Bible to read and reflect on the readings of that day, the Bible verse Matthew 17:20 left me in deep thought. It read
“It was because you do not have enough faith, answered Jesus. I assure you that if you have faith as big as a mustard seed, you can say to this hill, ‘Go from here to there!’ and it will go. You could do anything!”.
I pondered over this verse and asked myself as to what exactly Faith was. Many questions arose in my mind as to whether I had enough Faith. And the answer was ‘NO‘. Continue reading
Confession to me used to be a once in six months routine. If I had a choice, I would choose not to return to the same priest. And I’d never look him in the eye while confessing. I felt too guilty. Continue reading