Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Jesus in my dream
Jesus is always in my heart but today I saw Jesus in my dream for a fraction of a second. In my dream, I saw that I am walking through some field or some ground and looking up towards the sky. I don’t really know whether it was cloud or water, but whatever it was; it was in the form of Jesus’ face. Like I said, it was hardly for a fraction of a second and by the time I realized it was Jesus’ face, the alarm in my mobile phone rang and it was time (5 am) for me to rouse myself. But I really cannot forget the beautiful face that appeared in my dream. I am feeling so nice today.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Ten years back…
Ten years back, on this day i.e. 15th April, 2001, I got converted to Christianity. From a Bengali Brahmin I had become a Roman Catholic.
Honestly, I wasn’t all that happy that day as I would have been today. Today I jump with joy at the slightest opportunity of serving the Lord and being close to Him. But at that time I didn’t have the same feelings. May be the circumstances…we were just thrown out of Jason’s house and we had no place of our own. We were staying at a friend’s place for few days and we had gone for this big occasion not-so-happy. There was no joy in our hearts but there was Jemimah (the messenger of peace) in my womb.
Or may be faith…! The kind of love and feelings I have today for Jesus Christ has taken a long time to come. Though I had no compunctions to go to church to attend mass, I wasn’t all that faithful to Jesus. The right kind of feelings was missing. It has taken 9 and half years to get that feeling of faith. I would pray, I would attend rosaries, I would attend mass, I went on a vegetarian diet every Lent, and I even enrolled myself in Bible study classes and became an animator in my SCC; but that feeling, that faith, that oneness with Jesus was just missing. I lacked the right faith.
That right faith came to me around seven months back in September 2010 when I actually started ‘speaking’ with Jesus. One day in ‘deep pain’ I looked towards the statue of Jesus in our bedroom and cried out, “Lord help me, I cannot take this pain anymore”. I swear that was the moment for me. I was born again. That was my calling. Jesus heard me and lifted me and embraced me in his outstretched hands. He washed all my ‘wounds’ by his blood and since then has kept me hidden (safe and sound) in his own wounds. I feel protected and loved in His embrace. He uplifted me and kept me going during my trying times.
I’ll be forever grateful to Him for what He has done for me and as a token of my love and appreciation, this Lent I decided to forego a lot things I love doing – shopping, coffee, FB, lunch, etc. – all because He loves me and has proved over and over again just how much.
I am glad NOW that Jesus came into my life ten years back…..I wasn’t glad THEN………..
Honestly, I wasn’t all that happy that day as I would have been today. Today I jump with joy at the slightest opportunity of serving the Lord and being close to Him. But at that time I didn’t have the same feelings. May be the circumstances…we were just thrown out of Jason’s house and we had no place of our own. We were staying at a friend’s place for few days and we had gone for this big occasion not-so-happy. There was no joy in our hearts but there was Jemimah (the messenger of peace) in my womb.
Or may be faith…! The kind of love and feelings I have today for Jesus Christ has taken a long time to come. Though I had no compunctions to go to church to attend mass, I wasn’t all that faithful to Jesus. The right kind of feelings was missing. It has taken 9 and half years to get that feeling of faith. I would pray, I would attend rosaries, I would attend mass, I went on a vegetarian diet every Lent, and I even enrolled myself in Bible study classes and became an animator in my SCC; but that feeling, that faith, that oneness with Jesus was just missing. I lacked the right faith.
That right faith came to me around seven months back in September 2010 when I actually started ‘speaking’ with Jesus. One day in ‘deep pain’ I looked towards the statue of Jesus in our bedroom and cried out, “Lord help me, I cannot take this pain anymore”. I swear that was the moment for me. I was born again. That was my calling. Jesus heard me and lifted me and embraced me in his outstretched hands. He washed all my ‘wounds’ by his blood and since then has kept me hidden (safe and sound) in his own wounds. I feel protected and loved in His embrace. He uplifted me and kept me going during my trying times.
I’ll be forever grateful to Him for what He has done for me and as a token of my love and appreciation, this Lent I decided to forego a lot things I love doing – shopping, coffee, FB, lunch, etc. – all because He loves me and has proved over and over again just how much.
I am glad NOW that Jesus came into my life ten years back…..I wasn’t glad THEN………..
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I always praise the Lord for all the good things He has given to me and also for all the blessings He has bestowed on me. I never fail to thank Him when I realize that He has given me more than I have ever asked for or expected.
Yesterday, while I was coming back from the TJF press conference, I had a friend with me. She was telling me about her various personal and professional problems and how she battles everything alone. I was praising the Lord in my mind for all the good things He has given me till now – my loving husband Golu, my wonderful daughters Jemimah and Jewel, a beautiful home, a swashbuckling red i10 – I was thanking the Lord for both the materialistic as well as immaterialist elements of my life.
Before writing this post, this song from an old Hindi movie (Amrit) came into my mind “duniya mein kitna gham hai, mera gham kitna kam hai….” My friend’s life has convinced me that I am indeed blessed by the Lord and my life is far much better than the lives others are leading. He has separated the sheep from the goats and blessed us abundantly.
"I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.” Jeremiah 1:4–5
Do I need to write more?
Yesterday, while I was coming back from the TJF press conference, I had a friend with me. She was telling me about her various personal and professional problems and how she battles everything alone. I was praising the Lord in my mind for all the good things He has given me till now – my loving husband Golu, my wonderful daughters Jemimah and Jewel, a beautiful home, a swashbuckling red i10 – I was thanking the Lord for both the materialistic as well as immaterialist elements of my life.
Before writing this post, this song from an old Hindi movie (Amrit) came into my mind “duniya mein kitna gham hai, mera gham kitna kam hai….” My friend’s life has convinced me that I am indeed blessed by the Lord and my life is far much better than the lives others are leading. He has separated the sheep from the goats and blessed us abundantly.
"I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.” Jeremiah 1:4–5
Do I need to write more?
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