Pilgrim's Ponderings

A few Sundays ago we had a church member share about the incredible work of Trans World Radio. As he recounted their work and ministry I was struck by the number of languages that were there and the number that this organisation had already managed to reach. I live in India - a country of over a thousand different dialects. It’s a monumentally staggering figure for a country that accounts for a small percentage of world landmass. I thought about that a bit but the conversations and itinerary for the day slowly pushed it out of my mind. Later that evening though I attended the missions conference finale held at our church building. My good friend and brother was leading worship there and for the first time I had the privilege of participating in a half hour powerful worship time that spanned three different languages. It brought me back to thinking about languages. What a beautifully colourful and diverse thing it is. Each dialect has its own beauty and can say something in a better w...

Winters are awesome for formal wear. I love the suits and coats that you can wear without feeling like parts of you were melting away in secret. Unfortunately though winter is ebbing away in Delhi and summer has already shown the tips of its heated tentacles. I decided I was going to get a few more suited days in before it became just plain silly. So, this Saturday I pulled out a nice coat and white shirt and went for service. Now if you know me you know that white shirts and me are not the best of friends - especially when it comes to meal times. Saturdays lunch seemed all too familiar and predictable in its unfolding of events. I was eating chicken curry and rice and sure enough towards the last bit of my meal I dropped my guard for that one regrettable moment and a blob of curry made its way to my lovely shirt. I dabbed it away as much as I could. I managed to make it smaller (miraculously) but it was not going to hide itself. I resigned myself to thinking “It’s so small no-one’s g...