It was half past eight, and I was in the chapel yet again, to fight the power cut hour of the Kerala Electricity Board. There was none inside, except my family, so I stretched my hands and twisted my waist both ways, and then a deep bow, and cut the knuckles, palms locked and hands stretched upward. The warm up is over.
Then I placed my hand reverently on an English Bible, lying frayed, on a wooden stand. An old English edition of the Catholic RSV version. Slowly I flipped open Mark and went straight to the wilderness, where Jesus was tempted by Satan. He fasted for forty days, and that too, day and night, not like the Muslims, who only fast during the day. Haven’t you heard that some of the Indian Yogi’s are able to do it? Was Jesus a Yogi? An ordinary man would die in a week or two of hunger of thirst and how on earth Jesus could do it. Is it an acquired power, through a yogic regimen of life? There may be a possibility, like John the Baptist, Jesus also must have gone to the wilderness and spent long stretches of solitude to attain what you call a strong control over his manhood. His Father was very strict with him, and he would never give him anything for free. He had to earn his Godliness. That could be the reason, why Jesus never spoke a word, before the age of 33, lest he would make mistake. What a preparation?
Here comes my daughter, envelops me with both her hands, over my shoulders and rests her chest on the back of my thoughts. It’s time for her to go and I hardly achieve anything, prolonging my stay there. This is why lay people achieve very little, by way of spirituality as you have the hands of your kids weighing over your shoulders.