you never know what you might find when you start digging a Tunnel...

a little something that Grace and I collaborated on…

It was the 18th day of the Tamil month of Aadi…

And so begins Kalki's historic magnum opus - Ponniyin Selvan.

Grateful for the Breath of God…

Grateful for the gift of hymns…

Grateful for the life of dad…

Tracing Epiphany in the texts of today’s reading from the M’Cheyne Bible Reading Plan: Genesis 18, Mathew 17 and Acts 17.

two men wrestling with the divine
in the dark night of the soul;

…what does it mean to be black? Or white? Or wheat? What does it mean to be racially equal? What will it take to be racially equal?

Taylor’s book captivated me for the simple reason that he has put into beautiful, well-framed words, the very thoughts that keep swirling inside my head.

Fleeing from an empty tomb in the dark
with fear and trembling…

This brilliant book, written in the aftermath of the Tsunami of December 2004, attempts to explore a christian theological response to the subject of Theodicy. A much needed reading during these times.

Along with a test for Abraham, it seems to me that it was also a test for God himself…

At the very end of Genesis 16, occurs the most crucial epiphany of all…

The Forerunner, he exists not for himself, but only in relation to his “Other”, the Lord. The profoundest ontological significance of John comes to the fore as a Friend.

Derrida’s “messianicity without messianism” would be a “waiting without waiting”, which is to say “a waiting for an event, for someone or something that, in order to happen or ‘arrive’, must exceed and surprise every determinant anticipation.

To state that this is one of the most important theological books I have ever read would be an understatement.

…he carried a sweet, gentle and caring spirit that would embrace any soul. My Chithappa was Aragorn to me.

Dear Appa,

It's been a year; a very long year... Yesterday being the eve of your anniversary, I went to your grave side. It was like finding my place on your couch. I stood proud and sang your favorite hymn - “All the way my Savior leads me… Jesus led me all the way; ”. You lived this.’

I love you very much and miss you,

Your Little Girl

This past Sunday's lectionary gospel reading from Luke 16:1-13 is every preacher's nightmare. This parable is often titled "The Parable of the Dishonest Manager". What does one do with such a baffling parable.

In continuum of my exegesis on the classic book Lord of the Rings, the below passage struck a chord with me.

One of the most profound readings that I have read on the parable of the Good Samaritan is by one of my favorite Theologian, Karl Barth. He writes in Church Dogmatics I.2.

In Tolkien's classic novel, Lord of the Rings, there appear two of my favorite characters - Tom Bombadil and his lady Goldberry. They offer a much needed sanctuary to the four lost Hobbits. They play the perfect host by offering them bath, food, bed. They are a symbol of pure joy.

In an alternative reading of the parable of the Prodigal Son, I always wondered that there was something odd about this Father figure. A father who didn't raise his sons well. A father who forgets to invite the older son for the party...