Thoughts from Mumbai

Back in Mumbai after a year and a half and as always it is such an amazing (for want of a better word) expereience. It seems like it gets more and more crowded. Everytime I come back I think that there is no more room - every inch of space must be taken u p with people and cars, but no - it gets more crowded! A taxi ride is indescribable - cars honking and driving within a couple of inches of each other.
We seem to have spent a lot of time in taxis and have had many very interesting conversations with the drivers. The conversations always get very deep very quickly - questions of life, its futility , the hopelessness of it...
we have been able to share our lives and our faith with many of them . More on this later.
My time at the computer is up and there is someone waiting to chech his mail.
Will be back!

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A Letter to My Grandson on His First Birthday

My darling Baby D, Today is the twentieth anniversary of an event that changed the world forever. This event that we call 9/11 is in your history books but it is a reality that I share with you. So much more has happened to this world since then. 2020 was the year of the pandemic - this time your reality more than mine. You actually got the dreaded covid bug. It has been a year and some of isolation, masks, vaccines and fear all around us. Each new day makes our reality uncertain and changing all the time. And yet for me this is a day of hope. 9/11 of 2020 is what I will call it. I had prayed for over five years - sometimes fervently, sometimes desperately, sometimes, honestly not at all. I often got tired of waiting but my weak faith was not going to stop God’s plan. A year has gone by and I have watched you grow from the tiny fragile little baby, to a boy who cannot sit still. Oh what joy you bring to my heart. I love your welcome at the condo and yo...

"Joy comes with the morning." Psalm 30

"You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!" Three days after Julius went home to the Lord, God had given me a promise. He had spoken to me from Psalm 77. Just like He had moved the nation of Israel, He was going to make a way through the deep waters of suffering that I was in. A way that I could not see, a way that I had to trust. I had to make a choice to move forward and believe that the waters would not drown me. (Is 43:2). I had to believe Him. It is one year and 9 months and there are days even now when the waters seem to overwhelm and there are days when I see a glimpse of the path ahead. Through the prophet Isaiah He says: 'Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness...

Oh, The Places We Went

There comes a time when you know it is time... A time to de-clutter. 18 years of stuff and 7 years since Julius has gone. Where does one start with an endeavor of this kind? I don’t think my heart and emotions are ready But there comes a time when you must do what you need to do. So I decided I will work my way up! Starting at the lowest shelf of the bookcase in the lowest part of the house seemed like a good idea. Armed with a few boxes, I descended to a place I don’t visit much these days. The basement - a place that once was a hub of activity. Crafts, games, friends, cable TV - all happened in this cheerful and brightly painted room. I looked around forlornly and before I could change my mind and run back up, I dug out the bottom of the bottom shelf. Memories came flooding back. Oh, the places we went! Maps, Brochures, CAA Travel Trip Tiks! Road trips, flights - all carefully planned. Oh the places we went The sights we saw The memories we made To remember so many years later today....

A Well Watered Garden

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