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Sunday, June 23, 2019
MOTHER MARY, MOTHER OF THE CHURCH: PICTURE BY www.wallsave.com
WHERE JESUS IS, MOTHER MARY IS
THERE! MOTHER MARY, MOTHER OF
CHURCH.
Outstanding Adult Artist: Anjana Jose
Anjana Jose had painted several works of art for New World. Preetha and Anjana has different styles. Anjana’s works are contemporary while Preetha’s are more abstract. Nevertheless, both painters are achievers in their own ways.
Congratulations Anjana, Adult Artist of the Year and Preetha, Young Artist of the Year 2019. Well done!
Cynthia Abegail
Co-Editor, Posting for New World
“I am with you, thus says the Lord: Reflection by Prayer Aid
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” Is 41:10
“Do not fear for I am with you” Jesus wants us to find comfort in these words, Yet things we fear can happen to us, situations we fear can come upon us, and our imagination will run wild. We try to rationalise things but cannot! If you have felt like this, I offer to you the one short “power pause” that works for me. For 1 minute clear your mind of all negative thoughts….. let your mind be blank. For the next minute fill your mind with positive thoughts about the situation you are afraid of….. For the third minute praise and worship God. Do this many times during the day. With this exercise I have learnt not to give into fear but to fill my mind with thoughts of blessings. I pray the same will happen to you. (Thanks Jane Pimenta for this beautiful reflection about God’s presence at all times, so we should not fear nor be sad. Excellent). Cynthia Abegail for New World.
THE WILD LILY AND THE RARE HYACINTH/CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN
THE WILD LILY AND THE RARE HYACINTH
(SHORT STORY)
There was once a beautiful garden called DewFall.
As you visit this garden at the edge of two hills, you will
see all types of flowers who walk with their stems during
the day but return to their habitat during the night. Out
of all these lovely flowers, the wild lily stands out in her
exquisite beauty and breathtaking features. During the day,
she will walk with her head up high because she knows that
everybody will look at her. All the male plants will oogle at her
but she is not interested to be tied up yet. She needs a lot of time to pamper her supple skin.
Then, the pink tulip greeted her, "Good morning, Lily! How are you?' She replied with haughtiness, "What is good in the morning?
You must have greeted me, "Good morning, fairest flowering the land!"
The poor tulip was hurt. She turned sideways and said, "I am sorry,
I did not even affirm your loveliness. Good morning, fairest flower in the land." The wild lily replied joyfully, "Very fine! it is good that you notice. Good day!
As she passed by a green fern, she scowled, "What an ugly duckling! This type of plant should never have been in DewFall in the first place." Day in and day out, she does nothing but shower all of them with sarcasm. At the end of the year, nobody would like to greet her anymore. But there is an
exception, the pure hyacinth. She patiently endured her tirades and ill comments
along the way. She thought, "She may change, one day."
One rainy day, the wild lily strutted beyond the hills to a bustling river. Many flowers are on the side washing their beds of leaves, so soiled last summer. Hyacinth was there, too pounding the stubborn stains on her blanket of moss. Suddenly, the wild lily slipped her foot because the rock where she stood broke. She was carried by the raging current. "Help, help! she shouted. Those flowers close by did not bat an eyelid and in chorus shouted, "Let her drown."
Hyacinth quickly jumped to the river and saved her. The others were not happy at
all. She spoke to them, "Flowers, you have not done the right thing. Although, she had not been good to you, she is still a part of God's creation.
Lily, embarrassed and shaken spoke, "Flowers, I am deeply sorry for all of the hurt that I have caused. From this day on, please give me a chance to change for the better.
One by one, the flowers embraced her with forgiveness. Tears were flowing from Hyacinth's eyes. She pondered, "Thanks God that she was enlightened." Then she kissed Wild Lily tenderly!
Morale of the story: No man is an island unto himself. What we sow, we will also reap. Forgive others as the Father has forgiven us!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
(SHORT STORY)
There was once a beautiful garden called DewFall.
As you visit this garden at the edge of two hills, you will
see all types of flowers who walk with their stems during
the day but return to their habitat during the night. Out
of all these lovely flowers, the wild lily stands out in her
exquisite beauty and breathtaking features. During the day,
she will walk with her head up high because she knows that
everybody will look at her. All the male plants will oogle at her
but she is not interested to be tied up yet. She needs a lot of time to pamper her supple skin.
Then, the pink tulip greeted her, "Good morning, Lily! How are you?' She replied with haughtiness, "What is good in the morning?
You must have greeted me, "Good morning, fairest flowering the land!"
The poor tulip was hurt. She turned sideways and said, "I am sorry,
I did not even affirm your loveliness. Good morning, fairest flower in the land." The wild lily replied joyfully, "Very fine! it is good that you notice. Good day!
As she passed by a green fern, she scowled, "What an ugly duckling! This type of plant should never have been in DewFall in the first place." Day in and day out, she does nothing but shower all of them with sarcasm. At the end of the year, nobody would like to greet her anymore. But there is an
exception, the pure hyacinth. She patiently endured her tirades and ill comments
along the way. She thought, "She may change, one day."
One rainy day, the wild lily strutted beyond the hills to a bustling river. Many flowers are on the side washing their beds of leaves, so soiled last summer. Hyacinth was there, too pounding the stubborn stains on her blanket of moss. Suddenly, the wild lily slipped her foot because the rock where she stood broke. She was carried by the raging current. "Help, help! she shouted. Those flowers close by did not bat an eyelid and in chorus shouted, "Let her drown."
Hyacinth quickly jumped to the river and saved her. The others were not happy at
all. She spoke to them, "Flowers, you have not done the right thing. Although, she had not been good to you, she is still a part of God's creation.
Lily, embarrassed and shaken spoke, "Flowers, I am deeply sorry for all of the hurt that I have caused. From this day on, please give me a chance to change for the better.
One by one, the flowers embraced her with forgiveness. Tears were flowing from Hyacinth's eyes. She pondered, "Thanks God that she was enlightened." Then she kissed Wild Lily tenderly!
Morale of the story: No man is an island unto himself. What we sow, we will also reap. Forgive others as the Father has forgiven us!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
ALL WISDOM COMES FROM THE LORD BY MARIA CASSIA
ALL WISDOM COMES FROM THE LORD
The sunset and sunrise from day to day, And fresh breeze as of south and north The dew at dawn and the rain that lay And waves that frolick, such a delight! O' flowers of irises, hyacinths and lilies, And humming bees that seeps nectar, Butterflies of myriad colors aloft nadir In metamorphosis and slumber to life! See the waves of the seas by so fickle-- Once gentle as a deer suddenly rises! Out of the blues rises beyond heights, Curly waves meaning darkness or life! The height of the sky, bounds of stars, And depth of the abbys, limits of earth Who master it all but only the-- Lord! The One who created, the Almighty... The mountains steep as the Everest, And rainforests that teems of greens With does and antlers bow and leans And rain unendless such as Amazon? The days of eternity, years and dashes Love expressible by blood on the Cross Solidarity in sin, now renewed in Spirit! All Wisdom comes only from the Lord... Bestowed wisdom to those who love Him, To all who has fear ...for it is the beginning Of Wisdom! That never fades and lasting All Wisdom comes from the Lord. Praise Him! (Inspired by the Book of Ecclesiasticus) All rights reserved: Maria Cassia Austero
TRUE LOVE (ELIZABETH BARRET-BROWNING) FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI
TRUE LOVE
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barret-Browning
(Thanks to Thomas Philip Ranni for sending this
poem of one of the greatest poetess of all time,
Elizabeth Barret-Browning. Excellent choice).
New World
CHEERS FROM TAL BONHAM:CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN
Jokes CornerA missionary heard about a native who had five wives.
"You are violating a law of God," said the good missionary.
"So you must tell four of those women they can no longer
live here or consider you their husband."
The native thought a few moments, then said,
"Me wait here. You tell 'em."
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A minister answered his telephone to hear a woman's voice request, "Send six cases of vodka, please."The pastor recognised the voice as that of one of his parishioners. Gently he replied, "I am your minister."He expected an apology by her for dialing the wrong number.Instead she retorted, "What are you doing at the liquor store?"
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The evangelist for a country church high up in the mountains was out visiting prospective members one day. He had spotted a house up in a mountain range that required a least a two mile walk.He discovered a man rocking back and forth on the porch."Howdy, friend, my name is Evangelist Jones, What's yours?'"Calloway's the name. What can I do for you?"The minister said, "I would like to ask a few questions.""Shoot! replied the mountaineer."
"Mr. Calloway, have you made peace with God?""Peace with God?" questioned Calloway, Me and God ain't never had no argument!""Mr. Calloway, are you a Christian?""I just told you, my name is Calloway, the Christians live four mountains up the road."Mr. Calloway, I am having a hard time getting through to you. Are you lost?"No I ain't lost. I've been living here all parts of my life!'"Well, Mr Calloway, what I really wanted to know is, are you ready for judgment day?"Judgement Day? When's its going to be?" The young minister replied, "Well, Mr Calloway, it could be today or it could be tomorrow.""Well, land sakes alive, parson, don't tell my wife.She'll want to go both days!"
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Tal Bonham
Source: The Treasury of Clean Church Jokes
"You are violating a law of God," said the good missionary.
"So you must tell four of those women they can no longer
live here or consider you their husband."
The native thought a few moments, then said,
"Me wait here. You tell 'em."
******************************
A minister answered his telephone to hear a woman's voice request, "Send six cases of vodka, please."The pastor recognised the voice as that of one of his parishioners. Gently he replied, "I am your minister."He expected an apology by her for dialing the wrong number.Instead she retorted, "What are you doing at the liquor store?"
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The evangelist for a country church high up in the mountains was out visiting prospective members one day. He had spotted a house up in a mountain range that required a least a two mile walk.He discovered a man rocking back and forth on the porch."Howdy, friend, my name is Evangelist Jones, What's yours?'"Calloway's the name. What can I do for you?"The minister said, "I would like to ask a few questions.""Shoot! replied the mountaineer."
"Mr. Calloway, have you made peace with God?""Peace with God?" questioned Calloway, Me and God ain't never had no argument!""Mr. Calloway, are you a Christian?""I just told you, my name is Calloway, the Christians live four mountains up the road."Mr. Calloway, I am having a hard time getting through to you. Are you lost?"No I ain't lost. I've been living here all parts of my life!'"Well, Mr Calloway, what I really wanted to know is, are you ready for judgment day?"Judgement Day? When's its going to be?" The young minister replied, "Well, Mr Calloway, it could be today or it could be tomorrow.""Well, land sakes alive, parson, don't tell my wife.She'll want to go both days!"
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Tal Bonham
Source: The Treasury of Clean Church Jokes
MONTREAL GARDENS BY MATTHEW ZACHARIAH
WHAT A REAL BEAUTY IN
MONTREAL GARDENS, CANADA!
THANKS FR. MATTHEW ZACHARIAH
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Abraham G “Journalist of the Decade 2019” by Cynthia Abegail
On the death anniversary 2019 of George Kurian, we would like to acknowledge Abraham’s contributions to the richness of New World’s literature. We will notice that Abraham is an all-rounder! He can write poems, short stories, jokes and many more. At the same time, he is a creative artist and painter. His brilliance is only overshadowed by his superior, George Kurian, RIP.
Abraham G, we would like to congratulate you as the Journalist of the Decade this year 2019. Sr Elsie Baby was the Journalist of the Decade 2018.
Abraham G is the toast of New World this year! What can we say but our most sincere Congratulations. You deserve it after several years of writing.
BEAUTIFUL JOG FALLS FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G
JUST BEAUTIFUL! KARNATAKA FALLS IN
INDIA. THANKS TO: ABRAHAM G
Ref: Boban and Molly Group
INDIA. THANKS TO: ABRAHAM G
Ref: Boban and Molly Group
THE FLOWERS IN A MEADOW: POEM BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
THE FLOWERS IN THE MEADOW: ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
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THE FLOWERS IN THE MEADOW
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A LIMERICK
ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
I WAS WALKING IN THE MEADOW
AND I SAW A FLOWER THAT WAS YELLOW
IT STARTED TO RAIN
AND IT FELT LIKE JELLO
THEN THE RAIN STOPPED
AND ALL NEW FLOWERS POPPED
AND ON MY WAY HOME
I THOUGHT OF A FUNNY FELLOW
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Copyright: Arianna Rose Philip
A poem with a scent of freshness and innocence! A young gifted poet, Arianna is granddaughter of
Chief Editor of New World publications, George Kurian and she is also the daughter of Anisha Kurian- Philip and Mr Philip. Excellent poem). Cynthia Abegail
ARIANNA LOVES TO DEDICATE THIS POEM TO ANIL KURIAN, HER UNCLE
ON HIS BIRTHDAY FEBRUARY 22nd. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR UNCLE.
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