Offering God...

Yes my devotion to my books has increased rapidly. The books I read are all about the Bible, theology, church, liturgy…and about God! As I browse through the pages of my notes I ask myself, ‘can I really study God?’ I have no answer. All I know is that I can have the experience of God and in fact I am doing it. As St Ignatius puts it, “finding God in everything…” how true these words are… my struggles, my fear, my tension, my weaknesses, my shortcomings, my success, my temptations, my studies, my parents, my friends, my books, my room, my religious life, my three vows…God is there in everything! I offer them all to you…

ciao...Greek

A year has gone by…

A year has gone by! Today I have finished my first year of theological study. Its time to get ready for exams. Just study, study and study!

Ciao Greek!

At the end of Greek exams, the only words I could speak is, ‘Ciao Greek.’ Finally its over. I must admit it had been terrible. Thanks God its over! Now looking forward to Latin!

As we grow…

As we grow…


In the middle of our conversation my good friend asked, “Why do we have so many tensions? Why cannot be life simple?” I did not have any answer to give her. Then she began to tell that when she was studying she did not have anything to worry. Her parents looked after all her needs. But as she moved from the family and began to live separately while having a job, things have begun to change.

Nostalgia...

‘Nostalgia’ I must admit that I have a special affection for this word. When I learned this word for the first time, I simply loved it. For me this little word carries certain amount of emotion. I do not really recall if ever I had used this word in any of my writings! But time it comes within my heart…

It’s a problem or difficulty!

It’s a problem or difficulty!


This morning I had gone to the beatification ceremony of Pope John Paul II at the St Peter’s Square. It was a special moment for me as he would be the first blessed of the Catholic Church whom I saw. I had seen him as a young boy of six, when he came to visit my country. I always cherish that moment. If I begin to write on the impression he had left in me, I may pen a few pages, which I do not intend to do right now. Rather I would pen a simple thought which has been haunting me since morning.

Silently doing the God’s will

Silently doing the God’s will

For a day the festivity was all around our house. It was the occasion of the Diaconal Ordination of the third year. There were many guests, many unfamiliar faces. From my room I could hear the crying of children and laughing of women in our corridor. Later I heard from one of my companions that he got up from bed early in the morning as I heard the crying of a child. Initially he was not sure either he was dreaming.

At Easter: my thought…

At Easter: my thought…


Years ago, sometimes immediately after Easter, when I was doing my college studies in Calcutta, a Jesuit priest offered Holy Mass in our community. He was a pastor working among the tribal people. The simple but profound homily he preached for us touched my heart. The few sentences he spoke would be as follows: ‘I experience Risen Christ among the people with whom I work. They are poor, illiterate and in our modern sense uncivilized. They do not have many needs. They work hard, spend all the earnings in eating and drinking, respect each other and faithfully follow all the Church’s teachings. When they have any problem they come to me and ask for solution. Often I do not have any solution to their problems. Sometimes I take them to the Church, show them the Crucifixion and tell them that Jesus died for us because He loved us. But his life story is not ended with his death. He overcame the death to give us new life. If we believe in his resurrection we will have new life and he will look after all our needs. Theses simple often believe my words. They surrender their problems at the feet of Jesus. Some of them do come back to me after few days to thank me for the blessing and prayer.

I found the words very profound and up-lifting. Many years have gone by since I heard those words. But surprisingly every year at the time of Easter I remember these words. In my own life, when things are not in order, when I do not find the solution of many problems I remember those words of the holy priest. I look at the Risen Lord and draw inspiration for him.

What about you?