SOJOURNER

UA Glimpse Into Heaven. I was shocked, confused, bewildered As I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, Nor the lights or its décor. But it was the folks in Heaven Who made me sputter and gasp -- The thieves, the liars, the sinners, The alcoholics and the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade Who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor Who never said anything nice. Bob, who I always thought Was rotting away in hell, Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, Looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?' I would love to hear Your take. 'How'd all these sinners get up here?' God must've made a mistake. ''And why is everyone so quiet, 'So somber -- give me a clue.'' Hush, child,' He said, 'They're all in shock!' No one thought they'd see you.' JUDGE NOT! Remember... Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standi...

It was a perfect day for story telling. It was raining outside and it was warm and cozy in our bed room on our bed. We, my daughters Imman and Joe cuddling next to me, were enjoying our story time together. It was not a new story but our favorite. Jesus multiplying 5 loaves and 2 fish to a multitude. We had a great time, thinking of the all possible fine details of the event... How Jesus went up the hill, how He managed to tell the huge crowd with His still small voice, how the mother of the boy who gave his 'all' to Jesus, would have carefully packed his lunch for the picnic... so on... Imman filled me in with her imaginations... Joe was listening to the story. Though Joe has a limited vocabulary, she could connect my words with the pictures on the book. The incident came to an end as I told about the collecting the leftovers in the baskets. After the happy ending I asked what about the "moral of the story"... Moral of the story is ........

This incident took place long long back, when I was working for an Organisation, which asked me to travel, when I was supposed to be in the bed in the morning. I don't say my employer was cruel. Its just the fact that I was not married then and I didn't have kids... and I can sleep till 11 in the morning. :) Now I am on the bus at 8 o'clock in the morning... (now you know what I mean! about the time of course!!) Most of the time on the road is spent on the signals and the traffic jams. You are in no mood for a joke. You are busy looking out of the window and trying to avoid the person next to you or fiddling your phone. That day I sat in the front seat (just behind the driver). Here in Bangalore, there are buses that have the seats facing each other. A mother and a small girl sat opposite to me and a teacher next to me, who travel with me to her school. After 100 feet, the girl started to vomit, (Don’t feel bad), the teacher sat next to me, screamed and jumped o...