Thatched House

This is home Now I'm finally Where I belong Where I belong Yeah, this is home I've been searching For a place of my own Now I've found it Maybe this is home Yeah, this is home.         -Switchfoot Front view of my house Rear view Kiwi fruits in the neighborhood Our new church building on dedication day, 13th July 2011. Why I was home and all these pictures in this post Natural green fence Neighbors.. The kid I was holding in my facebook profile picture lives here I googled to get the right spelling for this. But the pics in google image look different. I guess it is still Begonia It wasn't me. The fine gravels keep our house compound clean. Even after heavy rain and these Tyre marks, there's not much mud Not so far away from Pfutsero on the same day.. Paddy fields in my native village More Begonias And finally, our church bell

In a closed facebook group, someone asked, 'Do you think Compassion is above Justice? Below is my response. It's a mixture of thoughts from friends, books and reflections. Sometimes, I think we have to question the question and I have a problem with this question. Is it the case that we have to pitch ‘Compassion’ and ‘Justice’ one above the other or one against the other? The common understanding is that Compassion and Justice are antagonistic: Compassion is soft and tender while Justice is hard and harsh. I don’t think that is the case. I think Justice is such a sweet word which is full of love and compassion. It is the one who suffers injustice who is in need of compassion. The act of justice is here an act of compassion. What about punishment for the wrong doer when justice is done by punishing the wrong doer? Where do compassion and forgiveness come in here? If you forgive someone, you are condemning a wrong (this is not my idea, but theologian Miroslav Volf’s) because if

Church in Myanmar  A single US soldier’s life is more precious than the lives of a hundred Iraqi women and children. After all, the Americans are the good guys right? Like in the popular Hollywood movies, Osama was the villain who created trouble for a while but in the end; it was the good guys (USA) who won. Good guys always win. God likes some people more than others. He blesses the good guys and blesses them even more while the poor people continue to be poor because of their sins. If you are not sailing smoothly, probably something’s wrong with you. Remember God loves smart guys. Inside a church in Myanmar A church in Myanmar God also seems to be getting quite fussy regarding his dwelling place. He has become quite particular about how his house should be. His followers sensing the Boss’ increasing demands painstakingly undertake mega church building projects to appease him so as to maintain the perennial flow of his blessings. The followers know it’s