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The Golden Buzzer

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  There are no crown-wearers in heaven who were not cross-bearers here below. Charles Spurgeon The anxiety. The stage. The nerves. The audience. The ambience. The performance. The whistles. The claps. The howls. The standing ovation. It all becomes a blur once a judge presses that Golden Buzzer- the ultimate acknowledgement in platforms like America's Got Talent or Britain's Got Talent. Those who have seen video clips or actual reality shows like these know exactly why the Golden Buzzer matters- it is not only a life-changing moment, but also your ticket to fame and maybe even prosperity. After maybe months or years of planning, preparing and practicing, participants come to such stages with high hopes of being recognized. When their talents and back stories create a vibe, the spectactors, including those watching at home through the TV or social media, get worked up with excitement for the performer. Tears roll down, smiles turn into laughter, and our hearts pump a bit faster ...

The Distorted Rainbow

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  "I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth" (Genesis 9:13)   The time has come that I fear each time my child asks questions- questions that never even existed when I was growing up. The very symbol of God's promise given to Noah after the Big Flood has been bent and disfigured and misused that the very sight of it screams trouble rather than hope now. The present population in this world gives less and less thought for the very Being of God. The more they want to dwell in immoral ways, they keep moving away from the Creator. The more they think ungodly love is all they need, they would not feel the warm hug of their Heavenly Father. The more the holy institution of Family is torn down, the less need of a Saviour to protect your loved ones. The more we hear the voices of this world, there is no way we can hear Him calling. You go in search of love, or satiety, not knowing that running to God can solve all your ...

Be a Marigold Inspiration

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Behind every child that believes in themselves is a teacher that believed in them first.  Dedicated to my dear teachers, Mrs. Bev Koops and Mrs. Lavonne Roosendaal      Out of 92 students that passed out with me from school, twenty-two years ago, around seven of us only chose teaching in some way- whether in a school or college- while most of the others chose the 'popular' professions. Who wants to teach kids? Who wants to correct answer sheets all their life? This same pattern keeps happening even today, if you look into our communities and see how many choose to become teachers. Well, teachers are the least paid group universally, so nobody would turn to even consider this as a job option. Then how can you blame the education sector for not having quality teachers to teach your kids? How can you point your finger at them saying the teachers or professors of today lack expertise or subject knowledge? If the cream of the society chose not to opt for this most 'noble ...

The Dwindling Gasps

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The cold wind blows as we ring the bell- Which feels as if death lingers right outside the doorstep and knocks to come in.  We know there is a soul inside ready to join the Creator, Ready to leave this world of suffering. As we proceed to see that soul right now gasping- Gasping for the world's precious air- Holding on to loved ones and more living moments; The soul knows deep inside that the clock is ticking. The heavy breaths take me back to the hospital room 17 months ago- Where I got used to hearing that sound for a few days, And sat with my birth giver, looking at her mouth open and shut, Occasionally looking down to the Exam papers I was scoring. I never knew that the seventh day in that room would be the day to pack up- Yet go back home without its homemaker. How would I know that that day she raised her hand in Hallelujah  She would go to the realm of eternal praise and keep singing forever! The agony this infectious disease causes is unfathomable- Yet the sufferers ar...

For He Loves Us So

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Adam and Eve felt ashamed, disobeying that first time And you forgave their sins so deep For You loved them so. Jacob was the brother who cheated his way to his father's blessings But was ultimately blessed beyond measure For You loved him so.  Nobody was around when Moses killed that Egyptian So he ran to the wilderness but became a leader For You loved him so. You lifted up a Gentile prostitute Rahab to be worthy enough And enter the genealogy of Your Son For You loved her so. David led Your people and sang the psalms about Your love As he committed adultery, You pardoned his sins For You loved him so. Israel turned away from You and forgot You so many times You never lost hope in them or let them go For You loved them so.  You knew that woman from Samaria was a sinner in all ways But You accepted her and gave her the living water For You loved her so. Peter and Thomas denied and doubted Your very existence  Yet You chose them to build Your church For You loved them so....

Some December Thoughts

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Exciting it is to see the icicles and flakes outside my window To wear boots and make footprints in the snow. As we walk to the corner to catch the yellow bus  The wind blows on our noses to chilling temps. The sun visits occasionally- clouds cover up its space.  The trees are greenly bare, but laden with snow. The evergreen ones look just like Christmas trees Only void of ribbons and ornaments and lights.  Google Maps should change the green areas to white here As we drive around to see the parks and fields covered with snow.  It is picture perfect like a Christmas Card- God's most amazing canvas coming to life in winter.  The season is so cold, but makes you feel warm inside- Yet why do so many have bitter hearts and jealous minds.  It makes me wonder how this world can ever change for the better Not just in photos, but in reality too.  How can Christmas be more about Christ, and less about us? How can December be a month of change, and not about rig...

30+25+11 Bonus Years

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To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.                   - Maya Angelou  Ms. Susan Chacko/ Ponnu/ Sr. Susan/ Mrs. Susan Thomas/ Mom/ Ponnu aunty/ Ponnu Ammamma/ Ponnu Ammachi. Loved and was loved by so many- and I am proud to say she was my mother. She was that Wonder-Woman nurse + teacher + family person who could juggle her house work with her job, take care of her kids or pets and even do as much as possible in church too. She could still find time to do stitching or some craft work, watch her favourite Hindi serials and also connect to those who she loved. As the time has come to the day she breathed her last - and went to meet her Savior- 365 days ago- I have to relieve my heart a bit to keep it pumping more to live in the way she wanted me to.  She always had high hopes about me- patiently dealing with my struggles to make it till 10th ...