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A city on a Hill
Matthew 5:14 A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. The first time I had tried, I was not successful. I was half way there and then had to return. It was the middle of monsoon and the thick fog as well as the incessant rains had made it impossible for me to reach there. When I finally reached, I was awe stuck by its beauty. The hills, they never fail to mesmerise me. The winding road from the valley airport took us up the hill. There is was, clad with long furling gowns of greenery, studded with its little houses and crowned with the clouds...the city of Aizwal. I was there with a distinct purpose. I was there looking for a living light, a light of joy, a light of victory. I had been told that Aizwal had such a light. But, to my surprise, it had many. Lights, that glowed and showed the way. Living lights shining to dispel the darkness away. Lives that had been lit, and now were the lights of the city. A hill city of lights, that could not be hid. Four lights of ...
tears in heaven
John 11:35. Jesus wept. Did You not weep, when strappled by a listless shroud, were the lying remnants, of what was once me! Yet, in Your compassion, and on the stage of Your awesome purposes, You deemed it fit, that I should live! There like an earthen seed, I gave up my old vessel, and life emerged, that was renewed...in hope, in strength. Then, why today, do I look, for the shredded shroud; to cover all, that I want You, not to see? Somewhere within, amidst this, I feel again, Your broken heart and the falling of tears....in heaven.
Why do you not cry?
Paraphrased from the Hindi poem "Dil akhir kyu rota hai" written by Javed Akhtar. Moistened eyes, hiding the tinge of sorrow and element of lonliness... Unformed words, unspoken feelings and fears. Like the silence of your perfume, the wind wafts along your heaving breath and your heavy heartbeats. Your restlessness is measured by the rustling of the leaves. Yet, I hear you chiding yourself again, reminding that pain and joy are but two facets of our lives; and regardless of the moistness of your eyes, you shed no tear!