The Creator’s Touch.

Once there lived a man

Who made guitars

To earn his bread; for the day

One day! One day!

He decided to make 

The best guitar.

He made it with good timber

Wound them with fine wires.

Tightened it all

And then the man was so glad

For having made this guitar.

But then came this folk

Who had his eyes on this master piece

He roamed around the person day by day

To get a chance to place his hands on this fine craft.

And the day came 

When the person was away

Then the folk got his chance.

The folk strummed it once

Wa! Wa! The best music.

Indeed the best 

He looked around 

Saw that nobody’s around 

Took no time to steal and run.

Person came back to play the music

From the master piece

He didn’t find it

Searched everywhere

All in vain.

He felt dejected! 

And days and months passed by 

A lot of water flowed through the Thames

The folk had misused the masterpiece.

He made it to sing odd tunes

Its glam and shine got down

The strings got broken

Last the folk threw it away 

Off to the bush nearby and moved on.

A boy who had no food for many days saw this

He took the guitar

Stood in the middle of the market

And called out for a bargain.

1$, 1$ , and nobody turned up.

Then came the person

The person of the story,

The same master who had crafted this master piece

Took the guitar from the boy

Cleaned it with a cloth

Replaced the broken string

Tightened them all

And then… he strummed it again.

Came from it the song of the angels

It was best as ever

The person gave it to the boy

And asked to call once more

1$...people shouted 10$, 20$... and 100$

And some body in the crowd asked

Hey what’s that change in the prize of that guitar

The person whispered, “Creator’s Touch!”

And now, all around, Hearken!

Let thy Creator heal you…

This poem was published in Agape the journal of Madras Diocese, Malankara Orthodox Church. Originally written in 15/04/12 for the farewell to MGOCSM students of 2012 Batch at St. Luke’s Orthodox Syrian Church, Vellore, India.

Size of the Church and individuals

A priest took a photo while standing near a big church. As the church was so tall, the person who took the photo had to go back a long distance to incorporate the church and the priest in the same frame. Finally the photo was taken and later when the priest was looking into the picture he realized how small he was compared to the church. He also realised that each of the member in the church is too very small compared to the big church. Each member should humble himself in front of the creator.

Also, there are churches which took almost 400 years to be constructed. So generations have passed on without seeing the actual form of the church. But they did their part and the construction is still continuing. What we do for the Christ is actually like placing a block to build the wonderful mansion of Christ's body. May God bless us too in our gentle steps.

{ Based on excerpts from the speeches of  H.G. Alexios Mar Yousebios Thirumeni and the person who represented the Marthoma Church, Phoenix at the consecration of St. Thomas Orthodox Church, Phoenix}

Vivek - The Good Samaritan!

       Elizabeth is an English teacher in the St. Mary's School, Attappaadi. After her education in the best institutions in the country, Elizabeth kept her word that she gave to her brother Dr. Ken who died as a missionary doctor at Attappaadi. He had contracted malaria while serving at Attappaadi. And in his death bed, Elizabeth vowed to him, that she will go to Attappaadi and serve the innocent kids who were his patients. Ken and Elizabeth were the two loving kids which God gave to Chacko and Mary. The couple brought the kids up with a great love for God and all his creations. They had a beautiful garden and a lot of hens. They also had a cat named Pussy, a dog named Bruno and a cow named Mofy. They grew up among these animals and plants. Elizabeth grew up to become a teacher and as a righteous teacher, she always tried to pass the love for nature to her students too. 

         It was a pleasant day, when Elizabeth was travelling back to home from market along with her mother in her car. The road was so perfectly  tarred that the vehicles were rushing so swiftly. Elizabeth, too was riding at a fair speed. The car took a turn when she saw a little boy standing in the middle of the road and he was waving his hands asking to stop the car. When Elizabeth's car came closer, she understood that he was having an injured dove in his hands. There was blood in his hands too. The boy asked for help to save the life of dove. The dove was run over by a car some time before. The boy saw it and he rushed to it. He was panting and told that nobody was caring to admit him in to take the dove to a hospital. Elizabeth opened the door for him and they drove swiftly to the hospital were her brother Ken was serving. It was the only hospital in the vicinity and rushed it to the casualty. The doctor and a nurse present there were Ken's friends and they identified Elizabeth and Mary. The dove was observed by the doctor and it was found to have crushed its left wing and it was bleeding. The vehicle had actually missed the dove by an inch. They cleaned the wound and placed some medicine. Doctor told to Elizabeth that the dove will be fine, but needed some rest. Doctor congratulated her for her good deed. She told to the doctor that it was not her who has to be congratulated but the little kid. They looked around and saw the boy. He was brought near and was asked why did he save the dove lying on the road. Boy answered that he thought about the dove and thought himself in the dove's position. What would he want passers by to do for him then? This was a shock to all who were standing there. Elizabeth hugged the boy. Tears rolled down from her eyes. They gave the dove to boy and asked what his name was. He replied - Vivek.