Lets start at the beginning. Well - lets put to clock back almost a week ago. Sometime in the swirling past.
Take a look at the eyes of the man in the photo above. Yes, you are seeing correctly. They are barely open. The result of a good two months or so without adequate Sabbath-rest. The last few weeks were ones of chronic exhaustion. Of a lingering headache that felt like a monkey biting my brain - or something like that. Needless to say - I was not always sweetness and light to my colleagues (and dearest family members too).
Thank God for kids. And kids holidays. Diwali hols are 3 weeks long. Its criminal to spend all that time in Thane. It forces you to move.
With Sheba heading over to Raxual - absolutely immersed in the work at the Duncan Hospital - it is my special privilege to bring Asha and Enoch down to Vishakapatnam to spend a week with their Amamma and Thatha - and then have the 5 of us head back to Thane for the rest of the month that Sheba is using to re-immerse herself in clinic medicine.
I needed a clinical rest. And by God's abundant grace - I am getting excellent doses of it.
Start with the sheer joy of train travel.
In which aircraft can you do something like this? We spent a lovely day moving ever southward and eastward as we swapped the Arabian Sea for the Bay of Bengal.
And for all the ugliness that you do see from the train window - esp. in our wretched cities - once you get into coastal Andhra Pradesh - your eyes are soothed with green balm like this:
Photo courtesy Asha Eicher... who took tons of shots of paddy fields and coconut trees as we whizzed towards Vishakapatnam (which the Brits called Vizag).
The sea water revived Asha and it was all I could do to extract her from the briney joy of jumping in the waves and making the obligatoyr sand castles.
The next day we were in church - and participated in an after-service love feast. Amma and Appa fellowship at the Bethany Prayer House - a Telegu speaking fellowship that meets in the austere style pioneered by Bro Bhakt Singh and his associates.
I was given the pleasant task of speaking. Twice. An hour for the main message in the morning. And then another hour + in the afternoon with the young people (and young at heart). It was a joy to share what God has been teaching us over the past few months.
But do say a prayer. No, say a bundle of prayers. For my beloved Doctor who called up earlier today to report she has already seen scores of patients, has successfully done a lumbar-puncture procedure on a patient and has absolutely plunged into a maelstrom of care that the currently-understaffed folks at the Duncan hospital are dishing out!