Friday, April 13, 2018

Jostling with Jesus ?

The Humdrum of life keeps us busy, preoccupied and distracted with the day-to-day goings-on. We scarcely have time to look up at the beautiful sunrise or pause to listen to the waking birds. We miss the breathtaking sunsets perhaps because fluorescent lights unnaturally prolong our day.





We get used to skimming through, touching the surface of most things as there are so many boxes to check off in a day. Life can be reduced to a list of boxes that need a tick mark. Everything is reduced to a task. 

We often fail to recognize the danger that belies us when we rush through everything without stopping to savor the moment, to go deeper in a discussion, to pause in our prayer, to take time to cultivate a friendship etc.

We could be in danger of dulling our souls and desensitizing our spirits to recognizing grace moments in our lives. We almost wish that life could be run on autopilot and hope for a cushy cruising and safe landing.

The sad thing I find is that when I allow myself to live like this, I can miss the occasion, miss the connection, or miss to hear the hearts unspoken words and be dulled to what is happening around me.
I could well brush past a divine moment and not realize it or because I am in such a tearing hurry to tick the boxes, I reduce the relationship to a lifeless religious routine.

I am reminded of one brave lady, who in the middle of all the crowds and chaos decided to push through to actually touch the Master and not brush past Him. The crowds were pressing in either wanting a glimpse of the local hero, wanting a miracle or just wanting a selfie moment with Jesus. Alternatively, maybe they were preoccupied with the scene at a  surface level or just looking for fleeting moments of pleasure.

The crowds were satisfied with a glimpse of the Saviour.The lady, however, was absorbed with a transformational touch that needed for her to persevere deeper, to push past people’s opinions, cultural chains, embarrassment, fear, and doubt. She had to go beyond a jostle with Jesus and tap into what only Jesus could give her. She perceived Him as a Life-giver- a Life transformer.

When I reflect on this, I think to myself how often I have been satisfied with just a glimpse instead of pushing through to actually touch Him, to actually relate and commune with him. I could be in His presence and not take that bold step of faith and push to plug into His power that could change my life!

Maybe sometimes we do not realize how desperate we are in need of that touch. All the people present that day could have tapped into that power if they were intentional about it their contact with Jesus. If only they knew!!

One lady dared to venture beyond and she walked into her miracle! The others settled for jostling while she was transformed.

It makes me think – how do I approach my quiet time: that time I spend with Jesus. Do I brush past his presence or do I stop to be with Him? Have I become so over-familiar that I have forgotten who He is and what he can do for me? There could be moments when His presence is so close, so tangible but I miss it because I am so distracted. I fail to recognize when He walks into the room.


I want to touch the hem of His garment and be changed forever! 

Navaz DCruz

Thursday, March 29, 2018

What Memories Will You Leave Behind ?

WHAT MEMORIES WILL YOU LEAVE BEHIND?

Life is full of memories – momentous and miserable. Memories are a part of our history. They can shape us or scar us. They can paralyze us or propel us forward. We build on them, we imprint on them.

Here is a question – do we want to erect mausoleums or build a movement that is always gathering momentum. Not static; not stuck in “‘em glory days”, but moving where God’s hand guides us.

For this old wineskins will not do. It has been shaped and aged by things that no longer have use or relevance.New ways of doing things for a new season need new methods.I need to have my ear to the ground – what is the Spirit saying? Where is the wind blowing? Do I recognize the season I am in?
I cannot harp on old memories and build monuments in my heart and mind around it. Worse still would be if it affects my actions.

I have heard that the ‘next generation ideas come from the next generation’. There is a lot of truth in that. Yet, I do not have to be left behind. If I can adapt, stay tuned to what God is doing I can be a part of the movement and not the old memories.


We all have the choice. That is what I am pondering today. I want to leave a legacy where I have left memories that live on, as they are the cogs on which the wheels of momentum turn.

Navaz DCruz

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Inertia



INERTIA

Caught in the sinking sand of inertia
Threatening to drown my dreams
Feeling paralysed
Feet stuck in mud
Eyes dulled to the vision
That is deep inside of me

Heavy feet
Stop the soar
Into higher skies
Preventing passion to roar
Like a blazing fire inside
A heart full of unspoken words
That have seeds of life
That could kill this inertia
That's choking on the inside

Then I lift my gaze
Toward the heavens
And see the ones gone before
A great cloud of cheerers
Egging me to run a little more
As I look at eternity past
I see what is to come
So I  break free from all that hinders
To run to the last

I tell myself
Dream a little longer
Keep up the good fight of faith
There is so much to be done
There is history to be made
A legacy to create
For  generations to come
So I break away from those fetters
And  to myself I say
Inertia shall not have its way.

Navaz D’Cruz 
June 2017

Monday, May 29, 2017

Flame of the forest



FLAME OF THE FOREST

Blazing sun
Oppressive heat
Scorching everything in it's wake
Creation groans
With dry boughs bent low
Yearning, longing for rain

Then suddenly comes 
Splashes of color
Flames of fire
Like torches on a tree
Signaling to the clouds
Come break out
Send showers upon me

Flame of the forest
Vibrant in hue
Like a silver lining
In dark grey clouds
Lighting up the dreary sky.

Navaz D’Cruz
April 2017

Friday, May 19, 2017

Through the lense of a friend | Desert Rose


Dessert Rose
Photo credit Lasya Vyakaranam


DESERT ROSE



Born in tough terrain 
You adapt and learn to live
In harsh heat
Storing in you what it takes to survive
In all that struggle
To stay alive
You still have beauty
Stored up deep inside

Then one day
You surprise
The whole wide world
As you burst into bloom
A dessert Rose

The scorching sun
Could not scar you
It could not stop
What you were ment to be
You burst out
Defying everything
Such beauty  speaking of Hope
Making my heart glad
Delightful dessert Rose.

Navaz D'Cruz 
April 2017

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Through the lense of a friend | What you tolerate dominates

                                             Photo credit : Padma Vyakaranam



WHAT YOU TOLERATE DOMINATES


Rack and ruin is what I see
A web of roots engulfing
A place that once was a home
A place of security, safety
Now overcome by
What should never have been
A telling tale of it's history

It's said you can't stop
The crow fly over your head
But you can sure stop it
From building a nest
It's the little foxes
That ruin the vine
These warnings we have heard
Time after Time

 What happened here
Why the neglect?
Did no one see
The little seed take root?
What seemed innocent
Grew silently
Spreading it's ugly tentacles
Over the facade

That tiny seed
Tolerated that day
Has come to dominate
Has come to stay
Choking life out of everything
Rack and ruin laid bare
For all to see.

Navaz D'Cruz

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Through the lense of a friend | Mangroves



MANGROVES


Mangled, mysterious
You stand alone
Facing the swells of the sea
Gnarled roots and branches
Speak of stories untold.

Not dainty in form
Yet a beautiful life giver
Breathing out sustainence for all
And with each passing tide
You will continue to be
Sinking your roots even deeper.

Navaz D'Cruz 

Photo Credit - Padma Vyakaranam