Being a blessing, Needs hard work and humility

Music needs practice. And when you take time for music it turns out to be something blessed for the people who listen to those who play or sing. That's when you begin to feel like a dwarf in front of people who have spent time, rather taken time off to practice so that those who listen would be blessed.
I attended an evening service at the Christian Medical College Chapel a Bagayam. the service was beautiful, giving all praise to God and the choir, a breathtaking host (too small a group to use that word, still) of singers accompanied by a graceful pianist. The songs took a metaphysical tone once they started and all were led to praise God. I like to believe that, because I was.
Dr. Sujith Chandy, the choir master led the singing and read out one of the songs with the title, "Everyone needs Jesus". Besides a choir master, skilled and tasteful pianist, he is a humble and helpful man. We owe our internship to him since he was great help. His brother has been a blessed musician and my Guru. Sons of a priest. Yet another inspiring aspect about them.

The message was delivered by a surgeon who had no airs of being one and quite surprisingly gave a message summed up this way:

God created us to be a blessing rather than to be a popular person. That's why he created us and put us at the place we are. When we think fame and glory, we become arrogant.

It i in broken-ness that we are secure not in feverish effort to take control.
It is in being vulnerable that we find relationships.

People with great professions. Professional excellence. But none of that shown. Instead, hard work and lessons of humility.

Way to go, Y knot. you are not meant to be popular, but a blessing. I accept that.

rooting for fruiting

The youth camp was such a refresher. I hadn't gone for a camp for such a long time. It had been really long since I laughed so much with my friends. I must admit that I felt realy accepted and very much part of our youth group when they took liberties to pull a fast one at me very often, be it anybody. The boys, especially, were really cool and were wiling to get 'heard' for the stupid things they were doing and yet be friends with me. Another highlight of the fun part is nobody made me feel "so older than us" as I was being one among all. There was no difference. We played, messed around with each other and were still serious about Christian life. I loved it. But the drawback for which even I am responsible is that except one or two, our church frineds, including me hardly mixed up with people from other churches - something I had been vociferously opposing and disliking at other camps. This time, I was in and stayed in the group, except for the few but very good friendships I made. It neary felt like a parish camp to me, where I felt the need to get closer to my folks, so that certain things can be driven across, while even I kept learning various dimensions to the very principles I highlighted.And we played some awesome footbal. I realised my capabilities as a forward (Specially because of low stamina compared to others due to lack of play). We fought hard. he first day we lost 3-5. The second day, we change the strategy to ATTACk-ATTACk-ATTACk. We won 3-0 hands down. With some practie we can be a seasoned team as we coordinate so well on field. Spiritually, we dug our roots deeper. And that's what the camp what the camp was all about - Rooting for fruiting.