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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

A WONDERFUL STORY: FORWARDED BY DR ANISHA KURIAN - PHILIP

A WONDERFUL STORY

( This is a beautiful story from Dr. Anisha Kurian All of our writers and Editors are eminent, professional and very talented. They have made our Publication very rich in literature and art. Now we have another talented writer and professional to join our team. Anisha has a Phd in Psychology from Temple University, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania State,USA. This is a heart touching story...really a wonderful one.)First Published on 06/28/09 One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough !! Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St . Louis and was only just passing through.. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.' He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger... Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.' Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.' There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.' Today I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. Don't delete it, don't return it. Simply, pass this on to a friend. Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. ~GOD BLESS!~

(The author is unknown, but when Dr. Anisha has received this story from her friend she has been kind enough to forward it to us for our respected readers.) New World) Labels: Anisha's Short Story

"FRUITES" POEM BY ARIANNA ROSE KURIAN- PHILIP


ARIANNA'S NEW POEM "FRUITES" BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP






(Arianna's new poem. She is now a little more than 10 years old.  Our respected readers have welcome her poems and short stories with great enthusiasm. We have only corrected the spelling mistakes on the words written.Thank you)
Editorial Board

**THE FRUITES**
POEM
BY
ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

DELICIOUS FRUITES
SITTING IN THE BOWL
ALL DIFFERENT KINDS
STRAWBERRIES, BLUEBERRIES
EVEN PEACHES LOOK SO DELICIOUS

ALL RIPE
I TAKE ONE BY ONE
AND NOW THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF THEM
BUT A BOWL !!



(Arianna Rose Philip, the youngest brilliant poet
in New World exudes a striking, natural ambience in
her latest poem, The Fruites.
It is interesting to note that Arianna chose logical themes of
nature and everyday encounters of life. This is superb because we can connect with them perfectly.
Arianna could be envisioned to be a great poetess in her own time; she is truly a promising poet, one to reach heights in the field of literature. Outstanding young poetess! Arianna, we love your poems!)
Cynthia Abegail Bernardo


 I liked the innocence and simplicity of the contents of young Ariann's poem Fruities and other poems which you had forwarded. It seems the frame of her mind is brimming with ideas on subjects which she observes around her. It is also evident that she minutely observe things. A bowel full of fruits and an empty bowel without them ! A common thing of everyday life has been depicted meaningfully and beautifully, I send my best wishes and congratulations to Arianna.
by SUDHIR PANAKKAVEETTIL

The Riches of God according to His glory in Christ Jesus

Only God will meet all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.  Phil 4:19
Negative words or attitudes and someone’s thoughtless behaviour cause pain and sometimes anger.   This is true even of us!   Today let us bless others by praising them for something, let us place our hands on a friend or colleague who may be down and encourage them, Let us WhatsApp our spouse, kids, a dear friend and just say “I was thinking of you, I love you”  People welcome blessings in the face of their troubles and busy day…..the Lord is blessing us, let us in turn bless others and increase our joy. 

(Thanks Jane for this reflection full of insights and practical approach in living one’s life)  Cynthia Abegail in behalf of New World.

Monday, June 17, 2019

A FEW MOMENTS IN HEAVEN FORWARDED BY DR. ANISHA KURIAN-PHILIP

A FEW MOMENTS IN HEAVEN

I wanted to share this with you if you would like to put it on your blog. I do not know who wrote it.
This is one of the nicest e-mails I have seen and is so true:
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.'
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.
The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the persons who asked for them.' I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.
Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. 'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed 'How is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.
'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments .'
'How does one acknowledge God's blessings?' I asked.
'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, Lord.'
'What blessings should they acknowledge?' I asked.
'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy .'
'And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.'
'If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .'
'If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... you are ahead of 700 million people in the world.'
'If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world '
'If your parents are still alive and still married ....you are very rare .'
'If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.'
You just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.
Have a good day, count your blessings, stay happy!
Difficult things take a long time, impossible things a little longer...
(Thanks Anisha for sharing this meaningful and lovely story) New World



Labels: Anisha's Short Story 3/29/12 by cynthia abegail

POEM : THE FALL OF BABYLON BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL




The Fall of Babylon
The traders had cried; mourning and weeping, Anguish for city, no more silk, pearls and gold Thought she was a queen, but plagues devour, Lord God --- condemned city of debauchery... Jewels, linen and spices burned to the ground, Seafarers watched with horror as ivory is gone Tears and groaning for no more of vast riches, No more myrrh, wine, chariots; ruined as dust! No more music of the trumpet, no more sorcery, Lavishness ruined by the mighty Hand above-- No more harps but just famine, the queen fell The doom has to come, for sins soars the sky ! Nations drunk of the wine of the harlot in her, But everything has an end, no more scarlet--- Babylon has fallen, the great city met its match, The finery has paled; sunk to the depths of the abbys!
 Inspired by Book of Revelation All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail ( Always anything goes up very high has a limit. The vices of the people were so much that God had to put a limit and alas the City of Babylon was crushed and fallen.A very good example that we should not be proud and vicious but be humble and love one another. Good example and a great poem. Thanks Cynthia) New World

EQUINOX: PICTURE FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G


EQUINOX:  A FASCINATING OCCURENCE IN NATURE!
THANKS ABRAHAM G!  EXCELLENT!

THE UNCOOKED EGGS (A HAITIAN FOLKTALE) BY GEORGE KURIAN (RIP)


THE UNCOOKED EGGS (A HAITIAN FOLKTALE)
Once there was a poor woman who offered lodging to a passing soldier.In return, he offered her three eggs.The woman did not cook the eggs, but decided to hatch them instead. From the eggs,three red roosters hatched.The poor woman, when they grew big took them to the market and sold them. With that money, she bought pigs.. When the pigs were grown, she sold them for a goat, then the goat for a calf and the calf for an ox. Finally, she had enough money to buy some land. A few years later, the same soldier passed by and asked for refuge in the night. The woman gladly welcomed him and gave him the happy news about her fortune. "When you were last here, you gave me three eggs. I will never forget, what a good fortune that brought it to me." The good old woman made him a sumptuous meal and told him her story.She gave him a tour of her large fields,with ripe carrots,tomatoes and other vegetables growing, and her herds of cattle. The soldier stayed almost a week in the woman's house, and she treated him like family. Sometime after he left, the woman began getting notices to appear in the Court. She finally walked five hours to town.The Soldier was waiting for her at the Courthouse. He told her that because he gave her three eggs, she was no longer poor but amassed a lot of wealth. He demanded a share of her wealth. The woman told the Judge that the Soldier was wrong." He did not give me rooster,but only the eggs.!" But Soldier argued ,"Did not those eggs give you all that you have now ?" The woman hired a lawyer and the battle continued between the Soldier and the woman. She was so much tired from the Court battle that she was almost ready to give up half of her wealth to the soldier. A few days before the final decision was to be made, an old beggar knocked at the woman's door.He asked her something to eat. "Charity for an old man." The woman replied that she was not giving out charity. "I do not know what will bring out tomorrow.." She also told him about the fight in the Court about the property. Then the beggar told her not to worry. She scoffed at his words, but gave him some rice and beans. He told her to eat well and rest before she goes to the Court next day and he would wait for her at the Courthouse . He promised to help her. The old man was there as promised. The lawyers of both side went on and on for a long time and finally the old man cried out to the Judge that he came to hear the Verdict. The Judge asked him why this old man was interested in the case and the verdict. The beggar replied,"This good old woman offered me charity of rice and beans. I saved the beans to plant after, after eating the rice. I have space in a field a friend saved for me for planting the beans. I want to know if it is worth it to plant the beans." Everyone laughed.The Judge asked, "What is this,cooked beans being planted ?" The beggar replied, "Thank You. When this good woman told me the court believed that eggs could produce pigs, goats and eventually land. I thought I should also make the effort. After all, if the eggs can give that, what can the beans do ?" Everyone in the Court cheered. The Judge dismissed the case and the woman won the case. ... by George Kurian (Thanks to our former Chief Editor, the late George Kurian for this beautiful story with moral) New World

A Beautiful and Touching Prayer: Picture


BEST POEM IN THE WORLD FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

BEST POEM IN THE WORLD

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Bob, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said,
they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'

JUDGE NOT!!

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Now it's your turn.. Share this poem. Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil...
It has no point!

Gayretta L.V. Beckrum
People don't care how much you know,
until they know how much you care.

(THANKS TO SR ELSIE BABY, A BRILLIANT WRITER FOR THIS POEM!)
NEW WORLD

SPENCER'S STORY PART-111 ---George Kurian (RIP)


SPENCER'S STORY III By GEORGE KURIAN






SPENCER'S STORY PART-III


( We are sure that you have read Part I & Part II of "The Adventures Of Mr. Spencer, The Cat:"Three Days Under The Bush"If you have missed it please click the 'OLDER POSTS' at the end of each page to go back to read the missing ones.Hope you have enjoyed it. Here is the Part III and the story concludes with a great message)New World.

THREE DAYS UNDER THE BUSH: PART-III


When I got inside the bush, very soon I smelled out the hiding place of the rat family behind your garage and under the Mulberry tree. The rats were clever and they did not want to come out. I decided to wait. That is why, when you, my parents and neighbors tried to find me you all failed. When you all called me ‘Spencer, Spencer . . . Meow . . .Meow’ I did not respond.
Surely, I did not want to fail my mission of catching and destroying the rat family.”
“It was comfortable outside and the cool breeze with the sweet smell of flowers was so soothing. I slept on the grass. When I woke up I saw all of you having dinner in the dining room. Grandma’s beef curry must be so delicious, I thought. I was even tempted to return. Then I heard the rats trying to come out of the hole but their mother stopped them. I knew besides the mother rat, there were three young ones.

Mother called each of them by name and stopped them by warning that the cat outside would eat them up. I was proud of my mission.
They must be hungry, I thought.
Finally the rats could not resist their hunger anymore.
The mother rat came out first. I leaped upon her, and I took her by the throat. She cried and begged me to spare her children. I said, ‘No . . . no . . .!’
All of a sudden, something happened. The rat children surrounded me and started to beg me to spare their mother. They told me that they did not have a father and if their mother were killed, they would become homeless and face a harsh life!!
Suddenly, a thought came to my mind. I was homeless once - I really had a harsh life and it’s not fair to make others face my same fate.
Finally, I knew I found the hard truth of life. I spared all of them.
They were so happy and danced with joy. They agreed not to come inside our house but would eat from the garbage can outside.”
“I wanted to return home, but knew it was night time and you were all sleeping. I had forgotten to hide a key, so I decided to wait. Then I saw our good neighbor walking her dog, and I appeared before her. She was happy to call you and safely return me into your hands.”
“Even though I was tired, I was so excited with the love you all showed me. I felt that I was the luckiest cat in the whole world, because no other cat could get so much love. I promised myself and all of you I would not to go outside alone again leaving you anguished.”
“Since I know we have a truce with the rat family I do not have to burden myself by watching guard anymore.”
“Oh Spencer that is a great lesson you learned. A moral, we could all learn from,” I said.
“Thank you Grandpa for your love and patience and for listening to my adventurous story of three days under the bush.

Oh . . . Oh . . . This is snack time. Please give me a couple of snacks more, Grandpa!!! My Grandpa !!!!
END
(We have a great moral to learn. If the cat and rat are the lifetime enemies who can make a truce to live and let to live.... why can't us, the super intelligent species can't make peace with one another
among COUNTRIES ! AMONG FAMILIES !! AMONG CHURCHES !!!AMONG ASSOCIATIONS!!!! After all.... who are we....we are the humblest creation of GOD ALMIGHTY.! DON'T YOU AGREE ?
(All rights of the story are reserved by the author )
(Thanks to George Kurian, Chief Editor of New World for this great story with morale.
George has a gift of creative imagination and superb handling of stories with lessons to learn for daily living.    Moreover, George is an advocate of peace in humanity and most of all
has great faith in God Almighty.  Brilliant story).  New World

SPENCER'S STORY--PART-11 BY GEORGE KURIAN, FORMER EDITOR OF NEW WORLD


SPENCER'S STORY- PART-II By GEORGE KURIAN


(Adventures Of Mr. Spencer-Three Days Under The Bush-Part-II. Hope you have read the Introduction and the part I of the story.) New World

“Grandpa you might not believe me when I tell you that I was on a very important mission outside. By the way, can you give me a snack before I start my story?”
“OK.” I took interest in hearing the story. A packet of cat snacks lay on my nightstand, so I gave him a couple of pieces. After cracking them as if they were hard nuts, he lay on my shoulder and began his story.
“Grandpa, I have always been thankful to all of you for giving me shelter and food. I was proud to be loved and not homeless. So I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to do my duty. You know rats haunt our house. I took guard watching their movements and curtailing their activities. One day Grandma put a trap to catch them. I saw a big rat coming near the trap. As soon as I thought I had the golden opportunity to catch her, I got ready to pounce; but she smelled out the danger and made a u-turn. I slipped and got caught in the trap. Oops . . .! I tried to escape but I was stuck. I wanted to free myself before you all came in. I got out somehow, but I had to lick and lick my paws. How on earth you knew I was caught in the trap . . . I wondered. You were laughing and you started teasing me. Naturally, I got mad, but my anger was towards the rat. Even after Grandma wiped my paws with lotion, I had to lick my paws for three days in order to get them cleaned.”
“Out of my anger and frustration, I decided to wipe out the whole rat family. One day I got the chance. When the door was left open, I snuck out and ran into the bush.

(The Story Continues in Part III- Mr. Spencer The Cat finds the Rat and her family.
Please imagine what happens next !!!)
*All Rights reserved By The Author.
(Thanks to George Kurian for sharing with us this very interesting story about
Mr. Spencer, the Cat.  A brilliant fable, remember the stories of Aesop, the
literary great).  New World

“You are my Hiding Place” from You Tube (Thanks)


Ps 35:22 “Do not keep silent O’Lord” Reflection by Jane Pimenta of Prayer Aid

You have seen it, O LORD, do not keep silent; O Lord, do not be far from me.    Ps 35:22 
When our prayers are not answered for weeks or even months, we tend to get disappointed – maybe even depressed?   However, the Lord has heard our prayer, He knows our circumstances, He will not stand by and watch us destroyed by the evil one.   Let us have faith that He is working something out for us, He is keep guard over us, and nothing we fear is going to happen.   Let us find hope in what the Psalmist is saying “you have seen it”  If He has seen it, He knows, if He knows He has compassion on us.  Deuteronomy 31:8  “He will never leave you.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU? POEM BY ROY CROFT FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI

WHY DO I LOVE YOU ? FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI
WHY DO I LOVE YOU ?
BY
ROY CROFT

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For ignoring the possibilities
Of the fool in me
And for laying firm  hold
Of the possibilities for good.

Why do I love you?

I love you
For closing your eyes
To the discords-
And for adding to the music in me
By worshipful listening.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
And out of the words
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a word,
Without a touch,
Without a sign,
You have done it
Just by being yourself.

After all
Perhaps that is what
Love means.

-ROY CROFT

Sunday, June 16, 2019

I LOVE JESUS