Being Imitators of Christ

Ephesians 5: 6-11

Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of such things God’s wrath comes on those who are disobedient. Therefore, do not be partners with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.

Even though salvation is acquired once, it requires constant effort to keep working out our salvation. In order for our bodies to be fit, we eat healthy food and exercise regularly. Likewise, we must eat the Bread of life that was broken for us and drink the Blood of forgiveness that was shed for us while exercising our faith on a regular basis. In doing so, we will remain constant in faith and in reliance on Jesus. Just as Christ lived and loved, so must we live and love imitating Him as long as there is breath in our lungs.

In our current world, in our churches, in our work places and even in our own families, we have allowed the devil to sneak in by compromising our beliefs, morals and faith all in the name of blending in, or keeping peace or being politically correct. Numerous times we compromise so we could please others in our lives. Even with guilt gnawing at us, we choose to stand with the world and not stand firm with Jesus. We don’t take a stance against sin or evil for fear of being ostracized. Knowingly and willingly, we allow ourselves to be deceived by the darkness of this world.

Jesus asked us to be in the world but not part of the world. He asked us to shine light on the dark world around us. He commanded us to live like children of light, bearing witness of the light of Jesus that shines brightly within us. How dare we then, snuff this Light by compromising! Churches have compromised their values just so they remain popular and welcoming. They fear losing members of the congregation rather than fearing God’s wrath that comes on those who are disobedient. In doing so, the churches have become inept in maintaining a high moral stance. Instead of exposing the darkness around them, they have entertained the darkness within their walls. 

True Christians must make their stance in remaining uncompromised when it comes to being imitators of Christ. As children of light, our lives, actions, and words should reflect our faith. We must denounce and avoid any kind of ‘fruitless deeds of darkness’ at all cost. We should dare to expose such deeds of sin, instead of remaining timid, which can also be interpreted as approval of sin. We must condemn the people who not only make excuses for their bad behavior, but also encourage others to follow suit. In doing so, we will reflect God’s love and goodness to the world around us. As bearers of true light, we must lovingly, speak out what is true and right.

Ephesians 5: 13, 14

But everything exposed by the light becomes visible, for it is light that makes everything visible. This is why it is said: “Wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”

Beloved Saints, let us wake up from our laid-back attitudes and slumber. Let us allow the Holy Spirit to stir up the flame within us, so we will stand boldly defying the compromised bride of Christ. In this effort, let us remain firm in steering the Church towards the true Light of Jesus. For on that Day, she will be presented to the Bridegroom as a flawless bride.

Official Formalities

Vandana took another ten minutes imagining sleeping in the big bed, enjoying early morning sun rises from her patio, composing letters sitting at the large oak desk and the list was endless. Maybe she doesn’t want to move to cramped hospital living quarters. As long as she is here, she might as well revel in this luxury. God knows when she will ever be able to enjoy such luxurious comforts. Not in my life time, she thought.

She quickly showered, thankful for the running hot and cold water. She wore a light yellow and pink floral cotton dress keeping in mind the heat during the mid-day. With a light touch of makeup and a dab of lip gloss, she loosely braided her hair as it was still damp. She left the room imagining returning later that day and sinking into that inviting bed.

As she walked the long hall, she took her time looking at the pictures. She noted that the Kumar family was well acquainted with several politicians, musicians and some celebrities that she didn’t even know. As she made her way into the large living room, she noticed that it was empty. She didn’t know if she should sit in one of those couches or just wait standing there.

“Namaste, Dr. Mittur,” said a female voice from behind. Vandana spun around to find an old lady standing with a tray of coffee and tea.

“Namaste,” greeted Vandana.

“Babu will be right over after his phone call. Please take a seat,” urged the old lady.

“That is alright, umm… I didn’t catch your name, amma (mother),” smiled Vandana, sitting down at the edge of the sofa.

“Sorry, Dr. Mittur. My name is Satyamma. I am the caretaker of the Kumar residence. If you need anything, just holler my name,” declared Satyamma, setting down the tray on the coffee table.

“Nice to meet you, Satyamma. I must say that you have done an excellent job of taking care of this house. The house is so beautiful,” admired Vandana, relaxing a little bit into the sofa.

“I hope everything in your room is to your content. I mean, if you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask us. Forgive me doctor, but I sincerely hope you decide to stay here and not at the hospital quarters,” beseeched Satyamma.

“The room is perfect as it is and I think I have everything I need at least for now. I might change my mind about moving to the quarters. I really love it here,” decided Vandana.

“So glad to hear that, Dr. Mittur,” boomed Prashanth’s voice from behind them. “I was dreading that you will insist on moving to the hospital quarters.”

“If you had offered me anything less, I would have moved out,” teased Vandana.

“Thank you, Satyamma,” smiled Prashanth, taking his cup of tea from her.

“Babu, breakfast is ready. Whenever you are ready, I can serve,” said Satyamma.

“We will be there in ten minutes, Satyamma. Thanks again.” Prashanth sat across from Dr. Mittur.

As Satyamma quietly left the room towards kitchen, “I honestly hope you like our guest room, Dr. Mittur.”

“I was quite sincere, when I said I like the room, Mr. Kumar. I promise you until you fire me, I plan to be here. Even in my father’s house, I was never in such luxurious quarters. Who knows if I will ever live like a princess in the future! While I am given the opportunity, I plan to take full advantage,” stated Vandana, looking at Prashanth over her cup of coffee.

“I like that,” said Prashanth, mightily pleased that Dr. Mittur is loosening a bit. He liked that sense of humor and that twinkle in her eyes when she smiled. “Now coming to the important part of your stay here, Dr. Mittur,” said Prashanth, moving to the edge of the seat. He placed his cup on the tray, picked up a file that was on the sofa next to him and pulled out a pen from his shirt pocket.

“We have some formalities to fulfill before you officially start your work at our hospital. It is just our agreement, some background checks and referrals, etc. You can take this file, please read through carefully and I have inserted copies for you, me and my lawyer. So, you can practice your signature while you are at it,” advised Prashanth, winking again.

Vandana leaned forward to take the file.

“Thank you, Mr. Kumar. I will go through the documents and will sign and return them to you by tomorrow,” said Vandana, flipping through the documents.

“Shall we have our breakfast, Dr. Mittur?”

“Yes, of course,” said Vandana as she stood up. She placed her empty cup on the tray.

As she leaned forward, her braid fell forward, which she promptly tossed back as she got back up, catching Mr. Kumar staring at her. As she raised an eyebrow in question, he snapped out of his ogling and blushed slightly.

Vandana smiled as she followed Mr. Kumar to the dining room. She looked around the place wide eyed as more antiquities caught her attention. Two colorful embroidered tapestries adorned the main hallway.

“These are the prettiest embroidery work I have seen in years,” remarked Vandana, stopping to study the intricate design much closer.

“Ahh..these! My wife’s handiwork, I must boast,” raved Prashanth, running his fingers tenderly on the design in one corner.

“I must say, it must have taken a long time for her to finish these,” added Vandana.

“Sure did. These embroidered pieces took six months to finish and she used to sit late in the nights to work on them. She was quite obsessed about finishing them. Memories, they are the only ones you are left with,” sighed Prashanth, looking at her, misty eyed.

“Forgive me, Mr. Kumar. My intention was not to bring back painful memories,” consoled Vandana, gently touching his arm. “Forgive you, Dr. Mittur? I am left with beautiful memories of my Pratima. I am glad to be reminded of her. That is why I surround myself with all her things. Makes me feel she is still within arm’s reach,” assured Prashanth, pointing towards the kitchen.

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