by Prasanta | Dec 22, 2014 | Advent, Christ, Jesus
I hear the music, the familiar carols and melodies. And we sing it again, I sing it – “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.” When will he come? When will he come to this world that is continuously full of the grievous and the painful? I watch the battery drain...
by Prasanta | Sep 29, 2012 | Beauty, Creation, God's love, Journey, Perspective, Treasures
Colors emerge like hidden jewels, sparkling in the sun. The season is turning, and once again I contemplate the beauty and lesson of the deciduous Tree. Its branches are always lifted upward like arms in praise. With a dark, cold season approaching, Tree surrenders...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2010 | Freedom, God's love, Holy Spirit, Journey, Kindness, Love, Path, Poetry, Quotes
Here’s a little poem I saw posted on someone else’s blog and I really liked it, and wanted to share it with you: I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day I’d rather one would...
by Prasanta | Jun 28, 2010 | Beauty, Devotions, Treasures, Uncategorized
I love trees. It’s sad to me to live in a suburban house where there are only a few baby trees on the perimeter of the yard. I’m missing grand, stately trees with branches that stretch across the yard and provide ample shade, and with hundreds of leaves...
by Prasanta | Dec 3, 2009 | Christianity, Quotes
“To the extent that we remain pilgrims in this life, the gospel will remain strange even to us. Until the day we die, we will struggle to believe the bad news and Good News that God announces to us. We do not just naturally think that we are born in sin, spiritually...
by Prasanta | Jun 19, 2009 | Compassion, Faithfulness, God's love, Promises, Purpose, Shelter, Treasures
Who am I, that God should care for me? Who am I, that He cares to know my name? Who am I, that Christ should die for me? “I am a flower, quickly fading, a wave tossed in the ocean…” My life, my days, are like a vapor, quickly disappearing. …...
by Prasanta | Jun 17, 2009 | God's love
Recently I purchased a copy of The Message. Am I really enjoying it! It’s quite different, a breath of fresh air. Here’s a passage I like: God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness...
