When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up... To more than I can be. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up: To more than I can be.

MY Suitable Boy was seven years older than I with a gentle Superman wave of hair at his forehead and broad shoulders that defied the reedy build of our South Indian heritage. The son of a family friend, he often visited us in our northeast Indiana town, a few miles east of the Dan Quayle museum. Affable with dinner guests and handy with sports scores, he was adored by my parents. And I realized quickly, despite my parents' denials, that they wanted me to marry him. . . . . "Suitable boy" is a term used by Indian families to describe a strong marriage candidate — someone who comes from the right religion, region, community and family background. Within my circle of American-born cousins, however, we used the term only to tease each other about our parents' marriage schemes.

Arranged marriages, until recently, have been normative in Indian culture. But now the number of love marriages is on the increase. Arranged marriages are an inconceivable idea for the westerners. Eventhough the eastern culture is considered to be too conservative, divorce rate is much less and family ties much stronger here. . . . . Eventhough love marriages are becoming more and more common in India, a recent poll in some of the major cities reveals that nearly 80% of the young people prefer arranged marriages. This is encouraging. However no two young people are alike. Even within a family one child differs so much from the other. 

God in my living, There in my breathing, God in my waking, God in my sleeping, God in my resting, There in my working, God in my thinking, God in my speaking, Be my everything, Be my everything, Be my everything, Be my everything, God in my hoping, There in my dreaming, God in my watching, God in my waiting, God in my laughing, There in my weeping, God in my hurting, God in my healing, Christ in me, Christ in me, Christ in me the hope of glory, You are everything, Be my everything, You are everything, Jesus, Everything

I am a computer professional and majority of the time, I am sitting working at my office desktop, if I am not in business or technical meetings. However, as soon as I reached my office, I had to work on some urgent technical issues and almost forgot about the website. At around 4:30 pm after fixing the issue, I had a chance to relax in my office and took a look at my “To Do” list. I realized my plan to visit the Benny Hinn Ministries website. I wasted no time and started browsing the site. As I browsed the site, I became excited about the various biblical places that were part of tour itinerary of Israel. My spirit immediately longed to be part of this tour but I knew that it would be very difficult for me to go as I had many pending work assigments. 

We note that like David, we too can find a special place in God's Heart. David was not perfect. Like all of us he fell again and again. Yet every time he fell, his response was immediate repentance. This act restored his relationship with God. God knows our short-comings. That is why He sent His Son Jesus. He has paid the price for all of us for all times. Once born again all we have to do is to learn to enjoy the very real presence of God in prayer, in the Word and in fellowship. I am confident that since God is no respecter of persons, He will make us people after His own Heart too as we learn to spend time with Him

No matter how fulfilling life becomes, there are always certain regrets when one looks back. My deepest sense of loss involves my father. So much has happened since his death. I often wonder what it would be like to share it all with him, and what his reaction would be. We never shared anything in our lives. Because of vows he had taken before I was born, not once did he ever speak to me or pay me the slightest heed. Just two words from him would have made me unspeakably happy. How I wanted to hear him say, "Rabi. Son." Just once. But he never did.

I am sixty year young, born and brought up in Punjab, India. I come from a very poor family who could not afford my education beyond the tenth standard. I attained my entire education through self-study, without coaching, tuition or correspondence courses. I visited the university only to sit in the examinations . . . . I came up from an untouchable family of India where religion has denied us a humane living for centuries. Caste system in India fixes social hierarchy. It perpetuates the law of inequality based on the tenet of reincarnation. The religious belief is that we are born into a low caste to pay for the sins of our past lives. We are told, “we have no relationship with God”. We are still denied access to certain Hindu temples . . . . They worship the animals but hate the human beings. For centuries we were told that we could not worship god, as we do not belong to Him.

India is basically a spiritual country, we yearn for something beyond ourselves. "God lead us from darkness into light, from death to life, from falsehood to truth," is a common prayer. This is our prayer, and God hears it. Sometimes I look around and wonder how it can happen . . . . The Indian missions movement is not yet as professional as I'd like to see it. I believe we'll see more go-getters in the next generation. I look forward to seeing this scenario: An IT guy climbs the ladder. He's a vice president by the time he's 30. He's traveled, enjoyed the world, then begins to think, "What should I do? Is there anything more to life?" Guys like this come to my class as brilliant chaps, running big companies. It would be good if we could see them bring that expertise into missions. 

The moment I was converted to Christ, I was plunged in to spiritual warfare about which I knew nothing about. Every redemptive work I did, I was attacked. Later, I learned I was worth being attacked because Christ has chosen me and I had a greater calling and responsibility than I had realized. . . . The visions of the Lord are usually for the appointed time. The hour of Christ's vision for Pakistan has come. This realization is taking place and its fulfillment has begun ( Habakkuk 2:2-3). Now is the time that we may write it on the walls (write it, print it, proclaim it and publish it on the hand bills as well as the Internet). The hour of God's mercy on Pakistani people and on the small Church rests now. Lord, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, O Lord. Renew them on our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy (on Pakistan) - Habakkuk 3:2