Christmas

My Dog of 11 years died on Christmas day,
It was sad and kinda unexpected, we knew she was ill on the 24th so we decided that we would take her to the doctor the next day...but well, I guess we did underestimate how ill she was. Although I will miss her, Pity's Dying thought me sumthing...and well even if it is something that I have known, It is something I have come to experience now.
         On Christmas day when I was attending the morning mass with my family, I was wondering about how the people who have lost their loved ones may feel on days like Christmas, New year, Birthdays and special days they shared with their Loved ones. Loosing my dog made me feel so gloomy even when I was trying not to be , it got me thinking about how those others managed a smile on days like these. When those who made the festive season one to look forward to weren't here. The gloom in me was very small compared to what they must be going through.
So, I said a prayer.... for them.. and for me.
          I guess God heard my prayer, because after that whenever I thought about Pity; whether it was her lifeless being lying on the floor, or whether it was her running to greet us every time we came home, or the way she used to gently lick our faces when she was happy....I could do nothing but say THANK YOU. I still am thanking God for her...because we think of her every time, she was such a fixture in our family and while we do feel her absence, we are privileged to thank God for her presence.
           Losing pity has brought life to those words, "Mourn not but, Rejoice in the life that was lived."

To be able to lift up to God in Thanks, what would otherwise be a plea for help was a a special gift Christmas gave, a Gift that I could have only hoped for.

SMS Talk ;)

Zena:                     It’s funny you know it’s not like we are oblivious to the truth that we and those we know are going to go one day, yet we love.

Cheryl:                       We Love because we know we and those we know are going to go some day.

Still not the Brightest

Yellow, thats what she saw , Yellow, the brightness of the colour endeared her to it, with a frown she flicked a fly out of the pristine yellow sheet she was observing, Yellow.

 Staring didn't help at all soon all she was going to see around was fluorescent yellow , why she didnt believe in her self any more she Questioned, what was lost? what did die within?

Her Vibrant being was stripped ........................Yellow.

That's what is the colour of my soul now, It used to be Bright Orange first but now its Yellow without the Red.

Reflections on Faith and Life: The Trinity, Personhood, and Individuality

Reflections on Faith and Life: The Trinity, Personhood, and Individuality: "I do not know whether I am biting off more than I can chew; but I have been reflecting today on the wonderful mystery at the heart of the fa..."

Just Behind The Veil.

                      Today I attended the funeral of the father of a confirmation student.
He was a very well known man,  talented, composed many songs for various east Indian competitions and  lead the Marathi choir .... His passing away was sudden, this death was a shock even to me who didn't know him that well.

            It is difficult when people leave like this.

On my way to church I was thinking about the uncertainty of  our lives, there were quite a few unexpected deaths the previous year too. Its funny how we fool our selves into thinking that we don't face death every single day.
                    I spoke with my Dad about this a little later, his take on this amazes me. I am normally disturbed when such things happen coz I fear for my parents, I love them a lot. My Dad casually says, "We come we go we have to be prepared for it no one is here permanently". I know my father believes this because of the way he acts it out, he Isn't afraid to take our dogs on the road without a leash, I fear for them, he says what will happen will happen, and he is right. We cannot stop it or fight it. Yesterday I was disturbed when I heard this news, I prayed that God take care of my parents and keep them in good health, I also asked for strength to face such uncertainty. I realised I am no one to interfere with the will of God.
                     John Kinny was Loved, we know this. The amount of people grieving at his death stood as a testimony to his life. It is difficult to cope with the shock of suddenly losing a loved one, yet we need to realise, There is Hope.
                    This brings to mind a snippet from 'Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix' where Luna Lovegood talks about her deceased mother.

'Yes, It was rather Horrible said Luna conversationally.'I still feel very sad about it sometimes.But Ive still got Dad.And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see my mum again is it?'

'Er-isn't it' said Harry uncertainly.

She shook her head in disbelief.
Oh,come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?

                             
                              You mean..

'In that room in the arch way they were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.'

They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think: Luna believed in such extraordinary things....yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil, too.
....
She walked away from him and, as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.

                  
"In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me."
                                                                                                               - Jn 16:16
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Lookie Here !!!

I visited Nashik recently Look what I found there ;)

For those who don't know this is My Brother -Brother Dustin, he is a

Salesian and will be doing his first profession on the 24th of this month ... he was just trying on the cassock here. (Update 9/5/11: Had to take the pic of the Cassock Off coz my mum felt it wasn't right as he had not professed already, she compared it to releasing the picture of someones wedding Gown before the wedding,( this particular analogy didn't really work for me coz I have different views about weddings and wedding gowns.. )  However  I guess I should have been more sensitive about it. :)

I’m Not too sure whether he would be thrilled I have put this picture up ( Update9/5/11: Cassock or No Cassock, he wont be thrilled if I put up any picture of his on my Blog he feels awkward U c )(It takes 4hrs to reach Bombay from there any way).........................

This a real Big thing for him and for us too, I can’t believe that this is happening already, Dustu still feels unworthy because (m so glad for this) he realizes the responsibility he is taking up and has a desire to be true to it and wonders if he is capable of living up to it. I really don’t understand if we can ever be worthy, we need Gods Grace for that.

Really..... God sees and Knows what we couldn’t have seen and known in a thousand years :).