Category Archives: Adoption

Disability is Normal

One of the biggest hoops that the disabled and their caregivers have to hop through in the Indian landscape is the obsession for perfection. Since the time of our adoption, I have met several who have indicated this subconscious obsession, unbeknownst to themselves, one way or another.

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.”

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

The Gospel is not paralysed.

Adoption is risky. As someone who evaded this possibility for several years, I know how it feels. After losing our two children in the womb, I became somewhat withdrawn from children in general. Sure, I taught middle school children Sabbath school. Sure, I baby-sat for several of my friends. But that was all on the Lord’s insistence to heal me. Not once was I able to attach myself to any of these children whom I taught of shared life with. That would mean tearing open my womb again. Seeing the blood spill. The grief would be too much to handle. Adoption was a scary thing for me.