The Blog Of Dysfunction

“There is a limit to Human charity” Said lady Outram trembling all over.
“There is,” Said father brown dryly “and that is the real difference between human charity and christian charity…….for it seems to me that you only pardon the sins that you don’t really think sinfull. You only forgive criminals when they [...]

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I was with some of my friends from church the other day. We were meeting after a long time, and so we sat around and gassed for a long time talking about studies, future plans, work, football and how church politics was affecting growth. Just before we were going to disperse one of my friends, [...]

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Every medical student in India has to supervise and conduct at least ten normal deliveries all by him self during his training. This is a residential posting. Here’s something I wrote on the first day of my labour room residential’s.
I moved into my residential room today. It’s an exciting time; I live in the hospital [...]

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The Christian blog world out there is BIG and biased. I am getting increasingly frustrated and depressed at the limited number of issues and topics covered in the more prominent blogs. The trend of “this fellow wrote this and i disagree and so he is to be crucified and here’s why” is [...]

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Have you heard apologists compare the bible to its contemporary manuscripts?, have you heard them tell you how all those books and histories don't have one tenth the credibility of the scripture based on the famous three question tests, heard them compare the bible to the Iliad and the history of the roman empire to [...]

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When I stop to smell the flowers, or manage to rise up early enough to watch the sun rise, or when I go home and just sit in the garden and listen to the birds and the crickets, feel the wind in my hair and smell the damp earth, how can I help going “how [...]

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Jithvi Justin Ninan
Once a potter happened to make,
A jar so puny that none would take.
It was a creation of such poor taste,
That people thought it was a waste.
So the jar on its shelf grew old,
Despised, rejected & unsold.
But though it fetched its master no gain,
He still thought it was worth the pain.
Then taking pity on [...]

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