Our People in Missions

Bro. Jpaul & Julie - Ministering @ Tiruchengodu

Rev. Sam & Daphne - Ministering @ Gorakhpur, U.P

 Rev. Edwin & Nancy - Ministering @ Kishangarh, Jaipur

 Bro. John Paul & Jenifer - Ministering @ Odisha

Pastor. Mark & Priscilla - Ministering @ Kenya 

KEEP THEM IN YOUR PRAYERS AS THEY SERVE GOD.

C3 Photo Shoot for Calendar

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

This Sunday (10th Nov 2013), we have a photo shoot for our church calendar, I request you not to miss the church. Please be there in any one of the services.

God bless you,

Regards
Rev. Marcus 

Will I be Heard...?

My day starts at 6.00 in the morning, not that I am an early riser but my mom pushes me out of bed. She calls me with lot of love but eventually love fades since the food in the tava is getting burnt.

I am pushed to the toilet a temporary bed, I don’t know whether I pee or poo, but I hear my name being screamed many times. I am out, but then I had to be in my uniform. I get some hot stuff going in my mouth, don’t know if it is breakfast or drink. I am done.

I carry my burden sorry my bag with almost all the book, there is a timetable but it is never followed. Our teachers are trained in everything but not in love. PT periods it is not followed, it is just on the list.

Surprise tests—I am not surprised but my mom is surprised that she is unaware of it and my teacher is surprised because of my performance.

Rush out of class, head home but what waits is class, keyboard, singing, tennis, art and the list is big. I enjoy this since it is refreshing. Am home again—homework, misinterpreted it is not the home that works it is school work carried over to the home. I thought home is a happy place didn’t know that my mom makes my home another school. Wish dad comes home early so along with him I can have fun.

Dad comes home late and mom has questions to ask and things to be bought and dad goes wild, cause he never remembers anything.

Oh! My God, I don’t know what to do...can I say or not...with the house being heated up? If I don’t say then I will be fired. I had to tell them that I need to do a model of igloo. Will it cool my dad and mom, since teacher told me it is found in the coldest part of the world. I said it and it got hotter because they both had to do it for me. Mom gets angry why I didn’t share it earlier, dad is upset about the school being stupid.

I am in a fix. Is it fun...is it life...oops…

Can I smile or put a sad face… I don’t know? Can I cry?

I wish everyone around me understands me. I am not very big, I think I am still a child, I think like a child and I am wild like a child, I am messy, fussy and sometimes crazy.

Will I be heard of my troubles, can I still be like me.

In all this hard reality I love my mom, dad and sister, brother like crazy. That’s ME.

Strange but REAL...!

Some of us curl up under the blanket during summer because the room is quite chill with the air conditioner. (strange but true)

We feel bored in the church when sermon gets too long but not so when we wait in the restaurant for the starters.

We hate power cuts but we love expensive candle light dinners.

We are Christians we love to wear the suit for weddings even if it is peak summer.

As children boys always loved to wear full pants but as grown ups most men love to wear shorts and wish if people wouldn’t feel bad if we wear one.

We are so concerned about the hygiene but we often fail to cut our finger nails and we grow them and polish them, we call it style but it is source of all harmful infections.

Some are concerned about the footwear while the foot is cracked up badly.

We eat as much as we want and tell ourselves—this happens occasionally and this occasion is too often.

We are afraid to say, “I don’t know” but we are unafraid in contributing to any topic that has no relevance to us.

We are keen to know what the others are doing while we have so much do.

We try our best on self medication and then finally end up in hospital paying a lot.

We speak on the mobile but while speaking if we get a second call we put the first caller on hold and speak to the second caller, isn’t it strange that we give priority to the second and not the first.

Strange...but it is real…!