Thanks to the movie Three Idiots the phrase All is well has become extremely popular. Do people know there is a beautiful Christian hymn called “It is well”? I have been singing the Hymn “It is well” since my childhood.But the "It is well" that I hear from my friend Clementina is heavenly.
For every adversity, problem, even in the face of death, Clementina ’s response is always, without fail “ It is well”. No matter how gruesome her situation is, my friend would invariably smile and say “It is well”,Rashmi. I have never seen her panic under any pressure. I have seen the power of God reflect through this wonderful lady who with her faith can even help you conquer mountains of doubts and despair. Her powerful prayer life, her unflinching faith in the word of God have been the reasons for her strength and force.
I have often wondered why does peace descend when she says “It is well”?Some people are at peace with God. They have no questions about the veracity and the soveriegnity of God. Clementina is one such person. Her reliance on God inspires me.She is the contemporary Esther, Hannah,Nehemiah all rolled into one personality. I am always in awe of her ability to surmount any odds thanks to her belief.It because of her steady faith in Jesus that enables her to be the person she is.She is a true Jesus Freak!! I am never tired of speaking about her. I think all my friends know Clementina because I have spoken to all of them about her.She is an inspiration.It is the spirit of God which binds our friendship- a truly loving bond between people of two different continents-Africa and Asia!!God be praised!
When unpredictable things occur, when life is tempestuous, Clementina’s words ring in my ears,in my mind.When my loved ones go through tough times,Clementina's phrase is what I use " It is well!" Oh what a joy it is to believe that however ugly and sqaulid one's circumstances may seem,God is above it all.God CAN!! Amen!! I am totally inspired by my God-given friend, to say, It is well.Believe it "It is well"Amen!!!Be blessed!!
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The sisterhood
A smile that is what I recall of that baby. A sweet-knowing smile that she gave me while lying in swaddling clothes. She still has that charming and disarming smile. Now she is no-longer that baby. She is the baby-girl-woman now. The apple of our dad’s eyes. The Kunju of our Mum. Our bacha for ever. Our beloved chuklumaav. Our sister. My sister. Mine and Renu’s. Reena!
An avid believer in the power of the one who turned water into wine. She vouches by the Jewish Carpenter. Always acknowledges the impact of this carpenter. His art as the master carpenter of her life is undeniable. She celebrates his goodness through music. She is the modern Mary and all generations shall call her Blessed. The Cross of the Carpenter is her favourite symbol. She is the quintessential cross-bearer, not her’s alone, but others’ crosses too.
Elizabeth Fry. Does that name ring a bell? Ms. Fry was an English prison reformer, social reformer and, a Christian philanthropist. Who would have ever thought that the 19th century reformer could have instilled some life-altering values in an eighth grade girl? Reena did not win any prize in that elocution competition. She however, won an ambition – a passion to undergird the cause of the prisoners.
A new chapter unfolds; a new world waits with open arms to embrace her. It’s an eyeful to watch her persevere to transform her dreams into reality. I have confidence and confidence alone. That has been Reena Mary Maria’s Song. She is marching to Vienna. Bhandup to Vienna. Wow! People asked what good could come out of Bethlehem. Well what good could have come out of Bhandup!! B.E.S. English High School. Central Government Servants Quarters aka C-Sector. The Water Tank. The Guava Trees. Bhandup East, Bhandup West, Bhandup Gaon!!! We even came to be known as The Bhandup Sisters.
Time to bid adieu to Bhandup has arrived. The hills of Vienna beckon and they are alive with the Sound of Music. Hope Vienna will enable you to strum new chords which will reverberate ,rejuvenate and revolutionise your world. May your world be free from prison bars always. May you surmount all impediments and always fly up high.
An avid believer in the power of the one who turned water into wine. She vouches by the Jewish Carpenter. Always acknowledges the impact of this carpenter. His art as the master carpenter of her life is undeniable. She celebrates his goodness through music. She is the modern Mary and all generations shall call her Blessed. The Cross of the Carpenter is her favourite symbol. She is the quintessential cross-bearer, not her’s alone, but others’ crosses too.
Elizabeth Fry. Does that name ring a bell? Ms. Fry was an English prison reformer, social reformer and, a Christian philanthropist. Who would have ever thought that the 19th century reformer could have instilled some life-altering values in an eighth grade girl? Reena did not win any prize in that elocution competition. She however, won an ambition – a passion to undergird the cause of the prisoners.
A new chapter unfolds; a new world waits with open arms to embrace her. It’s an eyeful to watch her persevere to transform her dreams into reality. I have confidence and confidence alone. That has been Reena Mary Maria’s Song. She is marching to Vienna. Bhandup to Vienna. Wow! People asked what good could come out of Bethlehem. Well what good could have come out of Bhandup!! B.E.S. English High School. Central Government Servants Quarters aka C-Sector. The Water Tank. The Guava Trees. Bhandup East, Bhandup West, Bhandup Gaon!!! We even came to be known as The Bhandup Sisters.
Time to bid adieu to Bhandup has arrived. The hills of Vienna beckon and they are alive with the Sound of Music. Hope Vienna will enable you to strum new chords which will reverberate ,rejuvenate and revolutionise your world. May your world be free from prison bars always. May you surmount all impediments and always fly up high.
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