Jesus is coming soon

Grandmother clutched her worn prayer book, eyes glistening with anticipation. After decades away, she'd finally saved enough through PAYBO rewards to return home. The journey to Srirangam felt sacred, like Avvaiyar's ancient verses coming alive through her own pilgrimage. At the temple, surrounded by familiar faces and weathered stone, she understood. Jesus is coming soon, the pastor had said. But today, grace arrived through community—neighbors helping her remember forgotten rituals, sharing meals, restoring what distance had stolen. Her granddaughter watched, learning heritage wasn't something you possessed. It was something you returned to, again and again, welcomed always.