fire drill at office

We just had a fire drill in our office. The whole routine was so casual.Firstly, the fire alarm switch was not working in 2 floors. So we had to run floor after floor trying to find one that works. I was kinda surprised at the house keeper’s negligence.Then , being in charge of my floor, I had to make sure that every one had cleared from my floor. I had to check the men’s restroom too. Thankfully, found a guy who did that for me. really had to pester people to move away from their places. First of all at 9 in the morning there were harldly anybody at all in my building. And those present ,were in no mood for a drill at that time. I had to force people to keep the phones down. And then we had the regular caution exercises . And then now back in my place.

 

I think its a good practise to have these drills. Might save lifes when it really happens. but I just hope that someday… it at all fire happens, nobody thinks it is one of these drills…..

Someone imagined a fascinating conversation that Jesus had with the Arch Angel, Gabriel, just after Jesus returned to heaven after the Resurrection and the Ascension.

And Gabriel asked Him, “Well how did it go? Did you complete your mission and save the world?”

 And Jesus said, “Well yes and no. I modeled a godly life for about 30 years, I persuaded a few thousand Jews in a little corner of the Roman empire to follow me, I died for the sins of the world, I burst from the tomb to persuade a little circle of frightened disciples that my life and my story are God’s way to save the world, and then I gave those 120 to the Holy Spirit and I left them to finish the task.”

 ”You mean,” Gabriel, said, “your whole plan to save the world depends on that little rag tagged bunch of former prostitutes and fishermen and tax collectors?” “That’s right,” Jesus said.

 ”But what if they fail?” Gabriel persisted in growing alarm, “What’s your backup plan?”

 And quietly Jesus said, “There is no backup plan.”

Jesus could have used angels to save the world, but He decided to use you and me, to preach the gospel and to transform society. I think Gabriel must have watched with dumbfounded amazement as that first small motley crew set to work, they had little money, less education and no political clout, but they loved Jesus with all of their hearts and they defied raging oceans and roaring lions. The message spread like wildfire in just three short centuries, they conquered the most powerful Pagan Empire that ever existed. And as the centuries rolled along, Gabriel must have watched amazed as Christianity spread west to Europe and south, deep into Africa, in the first few centuries. North to Russia, then further west to the America’s and then finally in the great missionary centuries in the 19th and 20th centuries, Gabriel watched Christianity sweep across Africa, multiply greater in Asia, and Latin America. The 120 in the upper room had become 2 billion people in every country on the planet, without any backup plan. Jesus’ strategy seemed to be working.  

 But as Gabriel looked more carefully an old anxiety resurfaced. Time after time He remembered in previous centuries, vast numbers claimed to be Christians without living what Jesus taught. He wondered were the people today who claimed the name any different from those who did not. How could the worst massacre in human history, perhaps, or at least the worst massacre of the Jews happen in the middle of the continent that had been most Christian for the longest time? What about the United States? Rich and powerful polling dates show at least 86% are Christians and 45% go to church every Sunday morning. But does their Christian faith make any difference in the way they live? They have the highest divorce rates in human history. In the U.S., jails have a higher percentage of its population than any other country. Violence stalks its cities. Christian’s are very visible in politics, but it’s not clear that Jesus’ special concern for the poor is central to their agenda. Was Jesus’ strategy for changing the world, really working after all? The picture wasn’t clear. 

  Here and there, of course, Gabriel could see wonderful examples of transformation. He looked down to inner city Chicago. He saw people living like the first 120. Wayne Gordon living in one of the poorest, most violent sections of the inner city there. And soon after his conversion Gabriel remembered, Wayne had looked up in the face of God and said, “I’ll do anything you want me to do with my life.” And he and his wife, Ann, defied roaches, break-ins, and violence in order to tell inner city kids who had virtually no hope for a decent education, a job or a good marriage, that the creator of the universe loved them and wanted them to live eternally with them. And because Wayne followed Jesus’ example of caring for the whole person, he also started a tutoring program, then recreational services and then a health clinic, and job training and small business development. And after 20 years there was a congregation of 1,000 people who had come to faith in Christ in a community center that had a budget of $10 million dollars a year, transforming a whole section of Chicago.  

 Gabriel could see other committed Christians, hundreds and thousands of them scattered all around the world. Jesus was the center of their life and joy. Everywhere they were leading people to faith in Christ, they were throwing their arms around these broken people, walking with them as Christ brought them to wholeness. The ministries renewed broken families, empowered the poor, transformed violent neighborhoods. They corrected environmental pollution. They worked for freedom and peace and life and justice in society. And again and again, their goodness and their wholeness improved whole neighborhoods and whole countries. “Yes,” Gabriel concluded, “Jesus’ strategy really works when the people who claim the name are unconditionally committed to Jesus Christ.” Even a small percentage, Gabriel decided, of the 2 billion people today could easily change the world in dramatic ways. The ravages of divorce could end. Almost everybody could enjoy a decent job and adequate income. Violence, racism, war could recede if only a fraction of Jesus’ followers really practiced what Jesus’ preached. 

 And as Gabriel looked ahead into the next hundred years, thinking about Jesus’ astonishing game plan, the question he asked himself was this, “will there be enough Christians, like the first 120, will there be enough genuine Christians?”

A moment in God’s hand

It only takes a moment for me to fall from the mountain top.
It only takes a moment for me to blow out a candle.
It only takes a moment for me to break a piece of glass.
It only takes a moment for me to give up what I’ve been trying so hard.

It only takes a moment of uncertainity for me to forget all your promises.
It only takes a moment of doubt for me to question your thougths for me.
It only takes a moment of fear for me to question your presence.
It only takes a moment of failure for me to forget that nothing is accidental in your plan for me.

All that I can seem to be able to do in a moment is destroy.
Destroy what you have built in me over a period of time.
But that’s just a moment in my hands ,O Lord,that I want to give to you,
For a moment in your hands is all that is needed for you to turn things around.

IPL …. To see or not to see.

When there was so much hype about the players being auctioned, I have to admit that I wasn’t interested at all. It bothered me to see cricket becoming like this. I was not that mad about cricket but I used to follow all series that India takes part and being a loyal Indian, I supported India.

When the IPL started, I wasn’t very keen on following it.Thought I wouldnt be interested at all.But I was wrong. Its’ actually fun to watch. And it has become lot more exciting after I picked out my favourite team . Of course it’s my home team. N they’ve got 2 of my favourite players in it.

One thing that I hate in this is the cheerleading. I think its so in appropriate to bring in gals from other countries and make them jump around in those awful clothes. Actually its only their dressing that bothers me. That’s gotta change.

Gotta go…. My team’s playing rite now..And rocking tooo…

I’m gonna be OK.

Though things don work out the way I want them to,

Though plans are crushed and destroyed in a second,

Though dreams remain forever dreams,

I know, I’m gonna be OK.

Though the prize i wanted remains far from reach,

Though time never proves to be a good healer of wounds,

Though life forever is a struggle,

I know, I’m gonna be OK.

I’m gonna be OK ,for I know who is in control of my life.

I’m gonna be OK, for I know the one who is constantly in control .

I’m gonna be OK, for He said that I’m gonna be OK.

And because of Him, I know that I’m gonna be more than OK.

My guitar zeal is back…..

Did pretty much nothign today except going to church , sleeping for a while n playing the guitar for the whole of evening and night… Hmmm .. Fnally got my guitar tuned. Recorded a song…(I was that bored). came out pretty good i should say….

Another week..hmmmm .5 more days to go…

Waiting…………..

I hate waiting. I really hate waiting. Ahhhh….There is nothing as worse as waiting when you know you cant do any thing else except wait. I need to find something to do in my time of waiting. Its driving me crazy. Ahhhhh. Why cant it happen??? I cant wait anymore.

A new definition of family???

Till a couple of days back , it was common to have one parent working abroad and meeting the family once in a couple of yrs. n it was totally justified in our community , the most popular justification being , “they r only working to keep the family happy and provide for the needs of the kids”. But I guess times have changed and we have moved on. Now its both the parent working in different countries or places and the kids growing up with someone else.The kid has all the money he/she needs. The kid studies in the most costliest school . The kid gets everything it wants in life.The kid never hears the word “NO”. Doesn’t know what it means to be a family.

If i ask a kid like that , what his definition of a mom n dad is, i wonder what he will say.Will he ever love his parents??? I wonder if the parents love him in the first place… Its one thing if the family is in differnt places out of pure necessity for survival . But its totally different and sad when all this happens for the sake of money or even career interests.

How can we humans have come to this situation???? Have we totally forgotten what it means to be a family??? Have we totally forgotten what it means to love ??? Have we become even lesser than animals not to think about out own kids first?????? What will the kid be like when he grows up??? Will he ever know what the real meanign of love is??? Will he ever love his family and kids??? Or will they seem to him like part of a package???? Is that what life has become to us??? A package that comes along as we go??

Will things ever return to the way God meant for families to be like???

First working late day….

Work has been pretty hectic these days. And i had to work late on friday, We ordered pizza’s from dominos’. It was good. But that experiance made me think about so many things in life. About my life in general. what I’m doin in life. What i will be doin in the next couple of yrs… hmmm.

I had a hair cut laast week. For the first time in life, I have something other than the normal hair style. i’m totally loving it.

Went for elevate today. Have to go to office tommorow. I know. sad life.

Sunday Update

Hmm.. So wordpress had decided to change the look… Not a bad idea. This is definitely more easier than the old one.I remember when I first wanted to upload a pic in my post , I searched for a long time just to find the place to upload…

Sunday is over. CHurch was good.

Finally decided to give Facebook a try. N the recenlty being played game , text twirl is definitely very addictive. Sat up the last two hours playing it.  nice game.

Ok. I admit. Its pretty boring here . I mean its nice and relaxing to just stay in the room all day long . But on the other hand , I think I want a home. A place where I can go fom one room to another. Meaning I want more than just a room to call my own .I live in a PG. I have one room (that I share with 3 ppl) to call ‘my home’. Some how that thought is not very appealing.  Need to move into a house…