A Look Into the Life of Drummer

This morning I woke up to find an email from my father in my inbox. On most accounts his emails bring me Great amounts of joy in the morning. In this case it was something completely different. This mornings email was filled with sadness. A good friend/member of the family had died in the night. Unfortunately his heart was unable to keep up with his body.

His name, Pastor Philip Pababathini. His life’s work was to plant churches and raise up shepherds to lead those churches in India. A nation where to become a Christian is costly. Philip was an amazing man of God with an even more amazing testimony.

I first met Philip when I was around 12 years old. He gave me the nickname of “Buffalo”, for many reasons I am sure, I was quite pudgy back then. But it wasn’t that I was the only “Buffalo” he was a “Buffalo” with me. We were buds, I remember on one occasion I had a multicolored ‘Cat in the Hat’ style hat, this was in the 90′s when those hats were thought of as cool, and he loved it an wore it with pride around our house. He thought it was the most fun hat in the world. We continued being “Buffalo’s” for 14 years. It was not until the last time that I saw him that the title of “Buffalo” was removed. I was married now and had a child of my own therefore I was now a man and no longer running aimlessly around like a “Buffalo”.

Even though the title of “Buffalo” was stripped from me by THE “Buffalo” himself, I say ‘Once a “Buffalo” always a “Buffalo”‘!

Philip you will be missed but I can’t wait for the day when I see you again. We will be “Buffalo’s” again.