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If I were to write an Autobiography? My opening line might go, “I am the daughter of a Lighthouse…” (That is too ambiguous?) Well its true and more.
I grew up at Lighthouse compounds in Indian coasts from Kanyakumari, to Gujarat 200 kms near our national border. I have some stories under my skin, that are in manuscript incubation, waiting! My greatest story would be how Yeshu found me first in a place I visit every time I can: where the seas are sapphire emerald, and they listen to Him:
this One Who loves beggars and saints alike, calls them His children. I never never recover from how He teaches me/us to be kind, loving, faithful, excellent, shining as the Light He was. From His Cradle to that Cross and His empty grave – every step He took still walks with me.
The Way of Jesus
I love how Jesus talked with fisher people and found some of the toughest of His disciples among them. The path He took reads like it is full of Light. Every step He took still fills With light. Seeds of Light. They bear witness to His stunning Words. The more I read them, the more They read me.
If you’ve ever lived among hard core fisher folk (try some of ours in the Indian coastline), you know they are not just hard working, they can be hard nosed. The few I’ve seen, the men and women smoke, drink, fight like bears, swear, dance drunk. They don’t seem to have hangovers or grudges that can’t be settled with spitting, betel leaf chewing, tobacco and worse. They fry fish at bonfires, they dry salted fish in Lines that greet you with varieties of flavors. They aren’t scared of storms, of high tides that can sweep out their huts, they aren’t afraid of lack. Their eyes don’t show it. Their faces can go like granite. They are brave and sweet, like a child when they are startled by a new disease they think the gods have cursed them with.
I love, love, how Jesus knew these dear folks truly represent every single one of us in shacks or castles, and how His Words are Timeless, they cut through barriers of pain, age, chaos, illness, ignorance, or excess, oh thru’ murder, hell, hurt, thru’ a Crucixion!
Above all, I am taken to tears, just thinking how He thinks on Us, this season…with the Light of His Life shining in Hands so eager to reach us in whatever attitude our day holds us in. He was, is, the True Fisherman of Souls.
As we read about the days before His final earth hour, I’m reminded of His focus, so intent on Forgiveness, even at the Cross. Especially there.
“Father forgive them, they don’t know what they do.”
How stunning is that for us all, tell me?
Wishing us a great day, spilling with His Light,
~Innerdialects.
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