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114. Smile
113. To All The Teachers
112. Id Rather See a Sermon
111. Programmers Fate
110. The 23rd channel
109. School prayer
108. The most beautiful flower
107. Just remember
106. Jims prayer
105. I AM
104. God, are you real?
103. A garden
102. Two boxes
101. A disciple, but…
100. If Jesus came
99. Did Jesus use a modem?
98. The Dash
97. What are you counting?
96. Today
95. It is between you and God
94. Happy Mothers Days
93. On your terms
92. Tears of joy
91. Your choice
90. God's daughter
89. All in
88. Kingdom dating
87. God knows
86. Twice a year
85. Blame God
84. Good enough
83. Desire Vs Need
82. Woman
81. An Ordinary Man
80. Eternal Valentine
79. Uvalde, etc…
78. Viral Racism
77. Deadly date
76. I do
75. Drifted away
74. GOD CANt
73. Beg & plead
72. Pretty or handsome
71. Reap whats sown
70. Memorial Day
69. Stifled dreams
68. Affairs of the heart
67. Easter… No eggs
66. Eternal love
65. Define love
64. Hell bound
63. Seasonal
62. A break from God
61. The ultimate father
60. Heroes
59. Mothers
58. Single focus
57. Repentance required
56. Perfectly flawed
55. Salvation Vs Salary
54. #1 Dad
53. Perfect love
52. Dating - Christian or not
51. Divine Dining
50. Love you
49. Satans gifts
48. Divorce - 4
47. Happy New Year
46. Ex-life
45. Façade
44. Pews Blues
43. Sharing is caring
42. Marital Motives
41. Ripple effect
40. Relationships
39. Kneel
38. Divorce - 3
37. Divorce - 2
36. Divorce
35. Dating… Again
34. Leaving for Love
33. Dear future wife…
32. Encouragement Dating - 2
31. The love left behind
30. Encouragement Dating
29. Sacrifice
28. Are we part of the building or wrecking crew?
27. Empty Words
26. Deathly Fellowship
25. Divide And Conquer
24. Challenging Times
23. Merry Christmas
22. More Or Less
21. Step Down
20. Prideful Silence
19. Be A King
18. You're Worth It
17. Deadly Date
16. The Morning After
15. 9-11
14. More than a month
13. Stronger
12. Who Are You
11. Tag… You're It
10. Virtues Exposed
9. Valentine's Day
8. No Title Required
7. Everyone's Losing Something
6. Young And Old
5. Only whats done for Christ will last
4. When I say… I am a Christian
3. Speak, Lord, in the stillness
2. My dying conscience
1. On a day like this

 
My Dying Conscience
 

Sometimes in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open
And quickly I shrug away that thought
It dies a little

When I buy vegetables from the vendor
And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school
I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I am decked up in a designer dress
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing
In tatters, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity
And I immediately roll up my window
It dies a little

When at Christmas I buy expensive gifts for my children
On return, I see half clad children
With empty stomach and hungry eyes
Selling Santa caps at red light
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little

When I give my son the freedom
To come home late from a party
And yet when my daughter asks
I tell her it is not safe
I raise my voice when she questions why
It dies a little

When I hear about a rape
Or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it’s not my child
I can not look at myself in the mirror
It dies a little

When people fight over caste creed and religion
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs
I blame the corrupt politicians
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little

When my city is choked Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Delhi
I take my car to work daily
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool
One car won’t make a difference, I think
It dies a little

So when in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I bury it.