Caricatures are a bit like my first-time country fair experience – you see the oddities and make exaggerated conclusions on matters that you only get to see or know for a very short span of time. Caricatures are interesting when you first make them, but then, if you’ve never seen the real deal, you mistake it for the worst or funniest representation of reality.
Author Archives: Sarmishta Venkatesh
Come child, you are welcome here.
About two months ago, something spectacular happened in our family (I’m still wondering how I failed to record this moment). On March 25, 2018, our son Abhi was baptised into the Church (Body) of our Lord Jesus Christ. That’s it? You may wonder. You call this spectacular? Ah, but wait. We know lots of thingsContinue reading “Come child, you are welcome here.”
The dying art of Biblical Counseling
This post was first published on GentleReformation as a tribute to my counseling mentor and erstwhile professor Dr. George Scipione. A few years ago, I was in the US going through my biblical counseling certification. Afriend opened up a question to me at that time, “So, what have been your observations counseling folks from ourContinue reading “The dying art of Biblical Counseling”
Thank you for not aborting
Everyday until his birthday, my son counts down the numbers on the calendar. His excitement knows no bounds. “When is my birthday coming?”, he would ask with bated breath. It seemed as if the only other day that would surpass that excitement in our home was the Lord’s second coming! His 8th birthday was probablyContinue reading “Thank you for not aborting”
Disability is a heart issue
I come from a country where someone sitting on a wheelchair is necessarily perceived as lower than the one standing. Literally, figuarately, socio-economically, whatever. He has no name, no significance, no identity save in that rusty wheelchair. He has already been written off as a loser, unfit for anything good. Some poor soul has to push his wheelchair and his life forward. Therefore ( and therefore ), someone walking by looks down upon him with pity. Poor loser. Almost instantly all of the beholder’s communicative devices begin to shrink and sink low. Eyes droop, smiles dip, heads hang low almost in shame for someone else’s estate.
I know that feeling. I used to do exactly the same. Until God took away a crib and placed a wheelchair into my arms