May 2026

Some pictures from the church before the monsoon arrived.

The e kiosk. :)

Not much crowded but hearty as ever. 

Destiny awaits. How can one expect the church to be this empty. Mind you, only for a minute. 

Miracle Sunday

There are seasons in life when a man feels abandoned by his own choices.

For me, the months after the tourism season often become such a wilderness.
From April to September, the roads grow quieter, the travellers disappear, and the income slows almost to silence. What was saved during the busy months must somehow stretch across the monsoon season. Many times it has broken my spirit. Many times I have questioned the day I chose tourism as my bread.

Yet life does not stop because money becomes uncertain.

The roof still has to be cleaned before the heavy rains arrive.
The garden must be prepared.
Vegetables must be planted.
Unfinished manuscripts wait silently on tables and shelves.
The house itself asks for attention.

This morning, as Sunday broke, I rose early, took a sickle in my hand, and walked toward the old mango tree hanging heavily across the gate. Thick green branches had overgrown everywhere. One by one I began cutting them down carefully, almost surprisingly, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

And perhaps that itself was grace.

Sometimes God does not begin by changing our future.
Sometimes He first asks us simply to begin the neglected work before us.

While I was finishing, a phone call came unexpectedly from a friend and senior manager from my earlier life in accounting. We spoke for nearly an hour. He spoke clearly, practically, almost urgently — about writing, about organising oneself in the modern world, about using opportunities wisely, even social media, and about not allowing gifts to remain hidden.

What moved me deeply was this:

In earlier years, he had always believed one should never leave the profession one had trained for. Yet today, it was he who encouraged me to continue forward.

I could not ignore the timing.

There are moments when encouragement arrives with such precision that it no longer feels accidental. It feels sent.

Later, when I reached — the shrine loved by generations, where even two hundred years ago women like Meenakshi came with devotion to Mother Mary — my heart felt strangely light.

Not because all problems had disappeared.
Not because the future had suddenly become secure.

But because, before reaching the shrine, I had already received something sacred:

the strength to work,
the courage to continue,
and the quiet assurance that God had not forgotten me.

Sometimes divine intervention does not arrive as thunder.

Sometimes it comes as a cleaned garden path,
a sharpened sickle,
an unexpected phone call,
and the strength to keep going one more season.

Sunday Thought

ജീവിതം കഠിനം. നമ്മെ വേദനിപ്പിക്കും. അങ്ങിനെയാണ് അതിൻ്റെ രീതി. ജീവിക്കാനുള്ള നമ്മുടെ ശ്രമങ്ങൾ തെറ്റി പോയത് കൊണ്ട് ആവണും എന്നില്ല. സന്തോഷം എന്ന പോലെ വേദനയും നമ്മെ കടന്നു പോകും. പക്ഷേ അത് കടന്നു പോകുമ്പോൾ ശേഷിച്ച ജീവിതം ജീവിക്കാൻ ഒരു ശക്തി തന്നിട്ടു പോകും. 

അത് ഉപയോഗിച്ച് പരമാവതി ആടി തീർക്കുക.

Picture: Stefan Lorent 'Our Lily' 1937

രണ്ടാഴ്ച കൂടിയാണ് പോയത്. ഒരു പരസ്യം. 

This man's success make us happy. 

ഈശോയെ Sanju Samson വിജയിക്കുമ്പോൾ ഞങ്ങളുടെ മനസ്സ് നിറയുന്നു..

മറ്റു ജീവിത പ്രശ്നങ്ങൾ ഉണ്ടെങ്കിലും സന്തോഷത്തിൻ്റെയും, സമാധാനത്തിൻ്റെയും ആ നിമിഷങ്ങൾക്ക് നന്ദി പറയുന്നു.

Sunday Prayer

Dear God, I pray that in all I do, may You see the love I have for You. May my thoughts, actions, and the words I speak be a reflection of the love I have for You. Father, may You keep me from being proud. I pray that I never think that my thoughts are above Your own. In Jesus' name, I pray. 

Amen.

"An angel adoring the Lord."

A painting by the artist who was also a Carmelite priest, Filippo Filippi, from the 15th century. 

Sunday

"Hand to Labour and heart to God. "

The motto of Ann Lee's Christian group from the 19th century. Though their presence have become less their social contributions while they were active still stands out. 

എങ്ങിനെ, എന്ന്, അറിയില്ല പക്ഷെ എൻ്റെ ദൈവമേ , എൻ്റെ രാജാവ് എന്നെ സഹായിച്ചു മുന്നോട്ട് നടത്തും.