Ten days I have been back home in the states for ten days now with the 14 th looming as I start to ready my journey back to India.  It has been a jammed pack going here and there visiting relatives and friends.  Actually, these last days I still have to visit my mother and a second visit to a friend.  I am enjoying their company, catching up on four years of gossip, good and bad news.  Much has changed in family and friends dynamics some shocking and some expected however, more than not sad.  Decisions made are not always wise and border on selfish causing much unrest, struggles and pain. I am staying with my son and family and I am queen for the time here; pampering feels good.  It does a mother’s heart good to see my son successful, with a very loving and supportive wife.  They both work hard, had times of struggle but now reap in abundance their sacrifice.  Their home is peaceful.  Those I have seen cook me the many dishe...

In the Twenty-First Century we are seeing many individuals/families displaced with the wide spread of wars and dramatic weather changes. As heart wrenchingly tragic this is there is even a more devastating disaster that is at the forefront of homelessness, rejection. Every country has their homeless the ones that are shunned and invisible to the naked eye. The ones who are side step or walked over and we know them well perhaps they are our mothers, fathers, relatives and friends. We seemingly cannot make room in our lives to help them. This we feel causes a disruption in our lives that we are unwilling to endure. The felt distain refrains one from asking for help because the facts are eminently clear. Rejection is demoralizing and it crushes the mind, body and spirit and yet the homeless of our lives are just that homeless. If we say we are Christians are we not called to be Good Samaritans? Are we not called to help the homeless (read the Psalms)? If we claim we are Christi...