Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Jesus take my wheel- A song by Carrie Underwood that inspired me- a message for all women


“Jesus take my wheel…”


Sr Patricia Michelle Mathias FSP

The writer belongs to the congregation of the Daughters of St Paul (media-missionaries), popularly known as Pauline Sisters. She holds a Masters degree in Communications and is currently a lecturer in NISCORT MEDIA COLLEGE

A very popular song sung by Carrie Underwood (which I heard on you tube) tells of a story wherein a woman is travelling by a car along with her baby. Carrie says that the woman is both low on gasoline (fuel) and on faith in God as she has gone through a lot of suffering. As she keeps driving and no place to fill fuel, her car goes berserk, the steering wheel goes out of control and in this turmoil she calls out on God to help her out for she fears for the life of her baby who is sleeping on the backseat of the car. From out of nowhere, the car which had spun and was out of control comes to a halt and stands still. The baby in the backseat as the woman turns to see is safe, sound and sleeping. The woman with tears of gratitude and shock at witnessing a miracle that very day surrenders to the Lord. She is touched by the divine! It is hear that Carrie sings the beautiful words, “Jesus take my wheel, take it from my hand. Cause I can’t do it on my own. I am letting go, so give me one more chance.”

As human beings, we are weak, fragile and often a prey to sin or moments of temptation. Each one of us, young or old are in need of grace. Our pasts, our experiences often leave ghastly wounds that mar our being. At times, we ourselves allow these wounds to fester. It could be wounds of hatred, anger, ego, jealousy or pride. At other times, we are wounded due to painful circumstances, deaths, lack of love, loneliness, depression, hurt, etc.  In some other cases, we are simply in need of grace for simple reasons that life seems to be a cycle where the mundane routine goes on. Life seems to become a drudgery with nothing to offer. It is here that Jesus invites us to turn to him in prayer. ‘Jesus... take my wheel’ are words of prayer that appeal to anyone who is low in life and in faith.

This month is very unique as it celebrates the day of the girl child. Life for a woman was, is and will never be easy. No matter how urban or how modern the world has become, many of the problems relating to the girl child continue to remain the same. Dowry deaths, female foeticide, female infanticide, Domestic violence, Rape, Molestation, Eve-teasing, etc are problems that women continually have to face even today. Even in a modern country like America, the rate of domestic violence on women is very high. Who can solve our problems?

You must be thinking why ‘this nun’ has jumped from Jesus take my wheel to ‘Girl child!’ Nope, I haven’t jumped. And I relate the two topics for two reasons....Faith in a miracle and a transformation within us! While, the problems that women have to face are numerous, it is nice to ask ourselves, How can we solve these problems? Do we wait patiently for someone to come and lift us up? Who is that someone? The woman in the car surrenders to Jesus and experiences a transformation that helps her to accept her pain and face life believing in a God standing right next to her and help her. She does not give up on life nor to the situation that she is undergoing because she knows her God is at her side. The touch of the divine in numerous ways becomes a source of our healing and our transformation.

I strongly believe ‘this man’ who can take our wheel gives us enough grace to handle life’s situation ourselves. The Bible has strong evidences. Every time Jesus dealt with women in the Gospels, there was a massive transformation within them. None of them could depend on others human beings when they were in desperate situations. For instance; in the days when the bodily processes of a woman were considered as polluting, Jesus permits a woman with haemorrhage to touch him. She tries to quietly touch and escape. But Jesus asks of her to reveal her identity when he intentionally asks ‘who touched me?’ The woman who was low on self esteem and courage and was bent takes courage and accepts herself. She is transformed and healed simultaneously. But the victory is the personal transformation of a scared woman to woman who openly admits her touch. From being Scarred and Scared to Being Transformed and Redeemed!

In an age when adulterous women were caught and stoned, while men who committed adultery went scot free, Jesus questions the norms of justice used to condemn a sinner woman, just because she is a woman, while the man went absconding. He leads her to her transformation and strengthens her to face the perils of the world.

At a time when it was less known or rather considered wrong to speak to women in public places, Jesus spoke to the Samaritan woman and gifted her living water. She who came to the well to avoid people because of her weak past, boldly runs to the village and invites them to Jesus.

When Jesus’ disciple, Judas questioned the act of a woman who poured perfume on Jesus, He quickly defends the woman’s action as anointment. He prophesied that this act would be remembered for ages. It is indeed!

All said and done, we have the strength of a God backing us women. And if someone has to face the world it is us. Grace can work miracles. The problems of women have to be tackled by women themselves. It is high time to look at our personal transformation. The transformation of a woman can transform an entire society, given the fact that it is a woman who plays a major role in the upbringing of children in most cases. It is time we ask God strength for ourselves and face the challenges.

 If a woman is transformed then she as a mother can train her kids to respect and appreciate the life of a woman. She can raise her children with an esteem for woman, repugnance for eve-teasing, hatred for dowries and appreciation for the life of a girl child. A transformed Mother can raise both her boy and girl sibling as equals without discriminating in works. For instance, girls are asked to do in-house house chores while boys are often asked to do external jobs. It is here that a change should be encouraged. If the girl is asked to sweep , the boy too should be encouraged to wash the pots and pans and vice versa. 

We are never short of examples of brave women. It is through equality at a young age and proper teaching that we can atleast make this world a little better, especially for women. Examples of Saina Nehwal, who was an undesired baby and Mary Kom, winning laurels at are symbols of strength and Women Power. The change can begin and it has to begin within us!

I hope that after reading this article, each one of us (men and women) will close our eyes bring ourselves for two minutes before the Lord and in a spirit of surrender ask God to give us the grace we are in need of. In the journey of life, let us offer the vehicles of our life to Jesus who alone has full control and say, “Jesus take my wheel, take it from my hand. Cause I can’t do it on my own. I am letting go, so give me one more chance.”


Celebrating Christmas- Celebrating Love!


Celebrating Christmas- Celebrating Love!

Sis Patricia Michelle Mathias fsp

The writer belongs to the congregation of the Daughters of St Paul (media-missionaries), popularly known as Pauline Sisters. She holds a Masters degree in Communications and is currently a lecture in NISCORT MEDIA COLLEGE.

Story telling is a beautiful art. I am not very adept at it, but let me tell you that nothing captures my attention more than a beautiful story that drives home the message of the day’s reading or an effective moral or a value-based message.

Jesus was a wonderful story teller. His stories include those of the Good Samaritan, the women with the lost coin, the shepherd and his lost sheep, to name a few. Even his birth sounds so interesting when the scene of the nativity is enacted. It has every element of - Excitement: When the angel visits Mary at the annunciation); Anguish: A heavily pregnant Mother Mary has to travel with her husband on a treacherous journey; Pain and anxiety: Mary has no place to give birth to her baby; and the sweet finale: Jesus’ birth, Angels choir, visitors, etc.   This story does not end there. We believe Christ is amongst us and celebrate his birth with equal pomp. 

But, Christmas today has turned unique, we have added features into our celebration. These unique features include the Santa, Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer, Snow Flakes, Frosty the snowman, the Mistletoe, The gloriously lit Christmas tree, decorations and last but not the least, food and for ‘some of us’ wine!

All said and done, the added features make the celebration beautiful. But here lies the question, “Do these make our celebration meaningful?” Well, that reminds me of a story called ‘Marvellous Love’ retold by Bill Bright. It narrates an incident that occurred “On a cold Christmas Eve in 1952, when Korea was in the throes of civil war. A young woman struggled along a village street, obviously soon to deliver a child. She pleaded with the passersby to help her, but in vain. To add to her woes, a middle-aged couple walked by. The wife pushed away the young mother and sneered, "Where's the father? Where's your American man now?" The insensitive couple laughed and went on.

By then, her contraction doubled up. She had heard of a missionary living close by who was very helpful, but she just could not make it. Finally, wearied and unable to walk she saw a bridge. It was a freezing, cold, snowy, winter night.  Realising that the time was near to deliver her baby, she took shelter under a bridge. There, alone, her baby was born on Christmas Eve. She feared her newborn would die in the freezing cold. Having no other option, this mother took off her own clothes, wrapped them around the baby and held him close in the warm circle of her arms.

The next morning, the missionary set out on his errand to deliver Christmas packages. While closing on the bridge, He heard the voice of a baby. Under it, he found a young mother frozen to death, still clutching her crying new born son. The missionary tenderly lifted the baby out of her arms. When the baby was 10 years old, his now adoptive father told him the story of his mother's death on Christmas Eve. The young boy cried, realising the sacrifice his mother had made for him.

The next morning, the missionary rose early to find the little boy's bed empty. He followed the trail of footprints the boy had left on the snow and it reached the same bridge where the boy’s mother had died in order to save her little one. As the missionary approached the bridge, he stopped, stunned. Kneeling in the snow was his son, naked and shivering uncontrollably. His clothes lay beside him in a small pile. Moving closer, he heard the boy say through chattering teeth:  "Mother, were you this cold for me?"

What message does this story give? Perhaps, the first thing that strikes our mind is the mother’s supreme sacrifice. The second thing that stirs our heart is the son’s unique way of expressing his love and gratitude for his mother. But there is another message that shines through- the message that the couple that jeered at this woman gave us. To add to the misery of the woman, along with no help they gave her a generous dose of painful mockery.

At times, Christmas becomes a celebration, fun, feasting and partying the whole night. And we fail to look beyond. This story reminded me of my maternal uncle who had a unique way of celebrating his Christmas. Uncle Francis would invite one poor man to his house and feed him a sumptuous lunch on Christmas. He would tell me, “Michelle, I want him to know that I am celebrating the birth of Christ.” This was followed by a gala bursting of crackers at night.  I was amused as a little girl by his noble gesture. But, today after so many years, I have realised what he meant. The young couple lost out on an opportunity to allow Christ to be born in their hearts and not just in their external celebrations.

Well, please I am not a spoil sport and I am not telling you to not celebrate and have fun. My Uncle had fun too. But he shared his joy with someone, and that doubled his joy! His was the joy that the angels witnessed to, on the night of Christ’s birth. I end with a question for you and for me, “How am I going to make Christmas special this time: ‘Cakes and parties or A witnessing of Love?’

Wish you a grace-filled Christmas! 

WISH YOU LOVE…😍😍😍

An Hour to Live, An Hour to Love


An Hour to Live, An Hour to Love

Sr Patricia Michelle Mathias fsp

The writer belongs to the congregation of the Daughters of St Paul (media-missionaries), popularly known as Pauline Sisters. She holds a Masters degree in Communications and is currently a lecturer in NISCORT MEDIA COLLEGE.

Once in a while it happens that unknowingly a treasure that falls into your hands influences you, challenges you and changes your perspective towards life. One such treasure was a book sent to me by one of my friends when the person found me running endlessly with no time to spare. This little treasure was titled, ‘An Hour to Live, An Hour to Love’ by Richard and Kristine Carlson. I wish to share in a nutshell this treasure with you.

This little treasure enumerates the thoughts that Richard had when he knew his life was ebbing away and his journey on earth was ending. He reminisces over his past life and realises that all that he fretted over and was worked up about were actually trivial matters of least importance. What he actually treasures is the time he spent with his wife and his daughters. He leaves you with a question, “If you had an hour to live, and you had to inform that one person in your life, who would that person be?” Indeed...my dear friends reading this article, ask this question to yourself, it makes a difference. You have one call to make, who would it be? Who is the most precious one to you?

Richard beautifully explains in his book, “If I had an hour to live, I’ll tell you who I wouldn’t call. It wouldn’t be my stockbroker, my financial planner, my banker, or my CPA. Don’t get me wrong. They are all great people, but the last thing on my mind would be how much money I had made during my lifetime or, for that matter, how much I had left.”  

He further explains, “We spend so much of our lives collecting achievements and then identifying ourselves with them, Yet, with an hour to live, those achievements don’t seem very relevant. I wouldn’t be looking at my trophies.”

Richard further highlights what he treasured most was the time he spent with his family- his wife and his darling daughters. He says the last call would be inevitably to his beloved wife, who stood by him through thick and thin and loved him unconditionally accepting him as he was.

While, reading this book, I had my own anxieties as I was going through a conflict with someone who happened to be a very close friend of mine. The conflict was such that it was gnawing me from within. I realised, that ultimately, whether the other person or me, our egos would take us nowhere. We have a tini-mini life and that life had to made worth living. And if it were not filled with love, then a life where there was a pile of worldly accomplishments, work, satisfaction, etc, would be meaningless. Thanks to Richard, I felt like, reconciliation was required. My perspective changed. I felt so relaxed. I did reconcile. I knew humbling myself and reconciling with the other would only bring me peace and make life better for me and for the other as well.

Richard Karlson told his wife, “If I could live my life over, I’d be more loving to you and to everyone else as well-and I’d expect far less in return. I see now that life is all about love, sharing, compassion and kindness.” Mother Teresa once said, ‘We cannot do great things on this earth. We can only do small things with great love.’ Towards the end of his life Richard realised how life should be lived.

The daily grinding for job, security, insurance bills, etc, are part of life but let that not become a reason for you to avoid your family. Let not your property or your greed for money and power rob you of the bliss that a life ‘lived in love’ brings. 

Let your work not become a reason for you to not have time to say those three magical words, 'I Love You', to your parents, to your brothers and sisters, to your wife/ husband, to your kids or for that matter even if you are a Religious Nun or priest...say it to your community members. It may sound funny, but love is contagious. Expressions of love, a kind deed, an assuring smile, a warm hug, a debt forgiven spreads love. If a life is lived well, then even towards the end we will not make hasty decisions, we will depart in a spirit of love that emanates from us to those around.

So then, if you had just an hour to live, who would you call and what would you do?

‘127 Hours’ – a zest for life


‘127 Hours’ – a zest for life



What is ‘127 hours’? Well, I loved the movie that bears this name and I think you will too, if you see it in the light in which I saw it.The movie is a brilliant source of inspiration for anyone who struggles in life. The movie leaves with you a feeling of a zest for life. It sends a strong message of standing courageously in times of trials.


The movie is a true story based on the life of Aron Ralston, a canyoneer and mountain climber. A young Aron goes for a mountain trek. During his trekking, he slips and falls due to a loose rock in between a crevice. The rock plunges along with Aron into the crevice and his hand is smashed between the mountain and the rock. Aron’s agony begins here as he realises that he is unable to free his hand and that he is stuck in the crevice.

Aron tries every antic to save himself, but the huge rock does not move. His hand is badly smashed and no matter what he does his hand does not come out. Aron realises that he is low on both food and water. He then recalls the various incidents of his past. His tryst with life makes him realise the blunder in not having informed anyone before he left for trekking. He repents for not having responded to his Mother’s phone call.

The story basically reveals how a struggle in life leads Aron to learn new lessons; Lessons on the importance of relationships, lessons to inform people about his whereabouts, lessons in valuing people who loved him, etc. The movie also reveals the courage of an individual to survive in all odds. The final scene has Aron chopping his own hand so that he can free himself from the stone and survive. The scene is gruesome and cringing.

The movie is filled with beautiful messages. A very striking element of the movie is at the very beginning Aron is shown getting ready for the trekking wherein he just leaves his bottle under the tap to fill. The water overflows. The same Aron who wastes water is compelled to count the drops he is drinking and worse still is forced to save his urine as his water source to survive in the crevice. Aron’s trauma lasts for almost five and a half days. You must be wondering why Aron chopped his hand, “NO, it was not for suicide!” His hand was stuck in the crevice. He wanted to LIVE, he wanted to regret for his procrastination of things and relationships. He wanted to begin afresh.

Life is beautiful. But it has its own share of pain and sorrows. And we end up thinking, this pain is so much, I can never move ahead in life. The pains and sufferings that cripple us like the stone that crippled Aron could vary. For a little child, it may be a troubled childhood; For a youth, the pain may be a broken relationship, or a betrayed friendship or the tensions of an exam; for an adult, the pain could be from a tragic marriage life, death of a loved partner or even a long-term sickness; for a senior citizen it could be loneliness! Indeed, like Aron, we are hurt, or we have to go through pain and give up some things in life, but life becomes more beautiful and more meaningful after facing life’s tests.

There are many things in life that pull us down and make us stuck in a crevice. We can choose to stay there or walk ahead. Aron chose to walk ahead! It is when we suffer pain and face it with courage, that we are able to understand the pain that others undergo. It is when we suffer loneliness, that we understand the meaning of love and friendship and we can make an effort to be a comfort to someone.  

The canyon is a nature's glory. The shimmer of the dusky, brown mountains with its crevices, ruggedness, sharpness and magnificent splendour makes it a dream visit. However, it holds unknown and unforeseen dangers. Life is just like it. Ups and downs, joys and pains, glories and failures form an intricate tapestry that makes life zest filled. It is up to each one of us to take up a challenge or allow ourselves to play the victim cards.

My pain helped me to understand the pain and sorrow of others. It is because I suffered, that I understand when my friends shared about their suffering. And they love me because, they know that just like me, they too will overcome pain. It was when I failed in my first test in college that I said to myself, I will not give up. I was crying but I did not allow my pain to become my handicap.

A parent with a child who died in young age identifies with another parent who is going through the same trauma. An adult who undergoes loneliness could nourish friendships and the habit of visiting other senior citizens who face the same trauma. I do not say, that all our pain will go. No! that will be exaggeration. But at least, the fact that I have brought a smile on someone else’s face will make the other happy. That will also bring peace and joy to us. Isn’t that becoming God- like to others? We will live far more meaningful lives, in this way than to be stuck within the walls of our house with a pain that is hurting and blocking us.

Let me continue this true story of Aron! Well, Aron continues to be a canyoneer in his real life today. He does not have one palm but he still treks, swims and leads a happy life full of zest. He married the same friend whom he had betrayed and whose feelings he had hurt when he was enjoying life before this tragedy. His pain helped him to see the beauty and value of every human being. His pain became a mirror for him to change his arrogant, ‘Don’t care’ attitude! Life is beautiful, the challenge is, ‘Do I stand still and allow pain to stagnate me or do I take the challenge and walk ahead with courage?’

Happy living!