I am in the centenary hall of Marthoma Church parish in Kurianoor. The time is 7 PM. Outside the hall is decked in the furor tinsel lights and glittering pentagrams to celebrate Christmas.
I enter the hall like stray sheep with no attitude of Godliness. When the Bishop his grace KP entered, all the people stood up. I refuse to bow to authority. I felt mildly jealous seeing him eject from his brand new Volvo luxury car.
The Bishop’s speech was lackadaisical. He exhorted to find the value of Christmas far from commerce and in a personal an intimate connection with Jesus. This is dead cliché for me.
I sometimes lament at my fate, I should have been attending literary and philosophical symposiums and also seeing art for real in art galleries.
My gaze shifted to His Grace Abraham Marthoma, a diseased head of the Church whose only available memory is a picture hanging on the wall.
I asked: “Are things alright in heaven”?
He uttered a loud shriek and fell flat on the ground.
I hear angels singing: Heaven is a lovely place filled with Glory and Grace…..
I wiped my eyes with tears…..I really don’t whether to be happy or sad. I guess I am both. Am I really God’s sculpture to have a good laugh? On earth I am like Sisyphus as said by Existential Philosopher Camus. Sisyphus rolls a boulder uphill with great effort, to his tragic fate, the boulder is rolled by God’s laughter downhill. The greatest pleasure of God is to laugh at human Angst.