Saturday, March 28, 2015

IT'S A SECRET FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G










 

  

WHAT A SECRET!
RARE AND BEAUTIFUL...

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PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT: REV FR JOSE VETTIYANKAL, VC


PRAYER TO THE HOLY SPIRIT (ST. AUGUSTINE)
Breathe into me Holy Spirit, that my thoughts may all be holy. Move in me Holy Spirit, that my work too may be holy. Attract my Heart Holy Spirit, that I may love only what is holy. Strengthen me Holy Spirit, that I may defend all that is holy. Protect me Holy Spirit, that I may always be holy.
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PRAYER TO HOLY SPIRIT
Come Holy Spirit, Replace the tension within us with a holy relaxation. Replace the turbulence within us with a sacred calm. Replace the anxiety within us with a quiet confidence. Replace the fear within us with a strong faith. Replace the bitterness within us with the sweetness of grace. Replace the darkness within us with a gentle light. Replace the coldness within us with a loving warmth. Replace the night within us with your light. Replace the winter within us with your spring. Straighten our crookedness, till our emptiness. Duff the edge of our pride, sharpen the edge of our humility. Light the fires of our love, quench the flames of our lust. Let us see ourselves as you see us, that we may see you as you have promised and be fortunate according to your word. "Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God". .

Thanks to Rev Fr Jose Vettiyankal for the meaningful prayers to
the Holy Spirit.  Excellent prayers to start our day!)  New World
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WHITE KANGAROO AND HER BABY FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY


                              IT IS A RARE PICTURE!  THANKS TO
                    SR ELSIE BABY.

A CHILD IN PRAYER (FB)

                                

                             THANKS TO FB FOR THIS

                             TOUCHING IMAGE OF A CHILD

                             IN PRAYER.  NEW WORLD

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A BEAUTIFUL AUTUMN DAY BY www.hdwallpaperstop.com






                            UNPARALELLED BEAUTY


 

INFANT JOY: POEM FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI

INFANT JOY# FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI

QUOTES FORWARDED BY THOMAS PHILIP RANNI

QUOTES: Forwarded By Thomas Philip Ranni

Quotations from The Poems of Emily Dickinson

( Our Senior Editor Mr. Thomas Philip Ranni has sent this important quote)
IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain
Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in vain

JOKES ONLY BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL


Juanita, a mother of three who lives in a remote village rang
her son Pedro who had recently sent a package.

Juanita:  Son, next time when you send a package, please do
not put N. moisturising liquid.  Just coffee and coffee-mate please!

Pedro:  Why Mum?

Juanita:  Your brother Michael had diarrhea, it is not compatible
to his stomach!

Pedro:  Lol!!!

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Girlfriend:  Tell me, George.  Why are you leaving me
despite of everything!  What have I done wrong?

Boyfriend:  Fatty acids?

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John:  How can you prove that Samantha is a bad driver?

Peter:  The look of her car, the gashes everywhere and the way
she park.  Oh boy, I have never seen one parked at that angle!
The screams of other drivers, the list of her fines...No Standing
No Parking, Overextended parking, beating red lights,..

John:  Stop it!  I could not bear anymore...
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Wife:  Darl, could we dance tonight!  I have seen the Pres and
his wife danced.  How sweet!

Husband:  Allright, put on the yellow CD now to practice! 

Wife:  Aerobics?

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HUMOR: DEFINITIONS OF DESIGNATIONS # FORWARDED BY CHERIAN VARGHESE

HUMOR: DEFINITIONS OF DESIGNATIONS# FORWARDED BY CHERIAN VARGHESE, CANADA

Definitions of Designations:


Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.
A Team leader is a person who thinks a woman can deliver a baby in 4.5 months.
Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.
Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.
Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.
Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.
Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.
Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.
Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with a delivered baby.
Tester is a person who always tells that this is not the right baby.
HR Manager is a person who thinks that... even a Donkey can deliver a Human Baby - if given 9 Months !!!

And what about the worker ; that is you and me ?
Labels: Cherian Varghese 6/18/11 by georgekurian republished

"GREAT FOOD MYTHS BUSTED" from Herald Sun newspaper

Myth busted:

"Sugar makes kid hyperactive.  

In 1994, a double blind research study found that eating sugary 

foods didn't affect the behaviour or cognitive skills of the 

children involved."

Source:  Herald Sun. (28 Mar 2015).


STREAMS IN THE WASTELAND: REFLECTIONS FORWARDED BY PRAYER AID

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland. The wild animals honor me, the jackals and the owls, because I provide water in the desert and streams in the wasteland, to give drink to my people, my chosen, the people I formed for myself that they may proclaim my praise. Is 43:18-21


Our Father says to us, ‘forget the past and do not dwell on it’ By dwelling on the past, we miss the wonderful blessings that God wants to give us today. Blessings of peace, unity, good relationships, and much more. If the animals know God, and know Who provides for them, how much more should we His chosen ones not desire to know Him? Let us begin this year with that decision: that we will try to the best of our ability to know our Father more and more.

by Jane Pimenta

(Thanks Jane for this meaningful and excellent discernment of God's Word. Excellent). New World

STUNNING PICTURE OF A FOREST (DREAMSTIME)


                What a stunning picture of a forest !                 www.dreamstime.com!  Thanks. 

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WHEN I SEE YOU: BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL






pic credit: www.dailymail.co.uk    Thanks





WHEN I SEE YOU
When I see you, the moon bursts with light
The sun shoots glades of auroras with might
And rivers flows gently with graceful waves
The aroma of the air seems scented to rave!

When I see you, the flowers seems to bloom
And parades it's beauty as the bees so loom
And the leaves issues dew by dawn too soon
As the breeze rivals the rhymes that swoon.

If not, the moon is drab, cold and even stark,
I see the sun and hides so bleak even at day
The rivers rage so sullen, mean and breaks
The scent of the air seems stale and bleak!

If not, the roses wilt and dry as in desert sun,
Loses it's loveliness and bees run in vain---
And the leaves wrinkle as drought creeps
And the wind evades the songs that dims!

Come my love, let my eyes envision you,
Every moment, every minute in bayou__
Needless to say, my heart tells the truth,
When I see you, my eyes twinkle in mood!

All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail

SAINT AND SINNER: STORY FORWARDED BY ANJALI DIWAKAR

SAINT AND SINNER: BY ANJALI DIWAKAR, INDIA Anjali Diwakar( The following is a beautiful story for our readers written by Anjali, an eminent writer from India. She has adored our site with beautiful stories before.This wonderful story has a great moral.Thanks Anjali.)
New World

Saint and Sinner
Anastasius was abbot of a monastery in Egypt. The monastery had a large collection of books, one among them being a rare volume, worth a fortune.
One day a visiting monk chanced upon the book and succumbing to temptation walked away with it. The theft was discovered the same day and it was not hard to guess who the culprit was but Anastasius refused to send anyone after the monk for fear that he might say he had not taken it and add the sin of perjury to that of theft.
The monk meanwhile was trying to sell the book and eventually found a buyer, a rich man who asked him to leave the book with him for a day so that he could get it evaluated.
When the monk had gone, the man hastened to the monastery and showed the book to Anastasius. The abbot recognized it instantly but did not say anything.
“A monk wants to sell it to me,” said his visitor. “He’s asking for a gold sovereign. You are knowledgeable about books. Is this book worth that much?”
“It’s worth much much more than a sovereign,” said the abbot. “It’s a valuable book.”
The man thanked the abbot and left. The next day when the monk came, he informed him that he would like to buy the book and was prepared to pay the price he had mentioned. The monk was overjoyed.
“Whom did you show it to?” he asked.
“Anastasius, the abbot.”
His visitor turned pale. “A-And what did he say?”
“He said the book was worth a sovereign.”
“And what else?”
“Nothing.”
The monk was both amazed and touched. He realized that the abbot had refused to reclaim his lost treasure so that he, the thief would not get into trouble. Nobody had ever shown him such love; nobody had ever behaved so nobly towards him.
“I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to sell it,” he said and took the book from the man.
“I’ll give you two sovereigns,” said the customer.
The monk walked away without answering. He went directly to the monastery and handed the book to the abbot, tears brimming in his eyes.
“Keep it,” said Anastasius. “When I learnt you had borrowed it I decided to give it to you.”
“Please take it back,” pleaded the monk, “but let me stay here and learn wisdom from you.”
His wish was granted. He spent the rest of his years in the monastery modelling his life after that of the saintly Anastasius.
Labels: Anjali Diwakar draft by georgekurian (Republished)

FAREWELL TO MY FAMILY: SHORT STORY BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL


As Jessica stepped on her holiday land, she mused..."A few days to relish in
my homeland."  Then one of her favourite sisters yelled, "Sister, how you
have changed after two years.  You have gained a bit of weight!"  She chose
the right words because Jessica is particular of her weight."  She embraced
her sister and tears rolled from her eyes.  This is such a wonderful reunion.

They travelled through the parklands and rolling hills till they reach the
town of Poti in the community of Libra.  She loved the banana trees which
sways as if to greet a foreigner.  Jessica whisked off the idea!  "I am not a
foreigner, this is my native land!"

The brothers of her husband were so joyful to meet their eldest brother.
Jessica could feel the deep bonding of love among them.  Even on the first day,
the brothers went out for a stroll in the nearby city.

Jessica went out also with her sisters.  Join hand by hand, they seemed to
be lovers who were love struck and who have never seen each other for
heaps of years.  Jessica kissed them tenderly knowing that they were only
there for a few weeks.


Day in and day out,  Jessica savoured the moments as if the days will run
out quickly.  She visited all of her families in a roster.  They enjoyed their days
shopping, visiting the church and eating at their favourite restaurants.
Now the time has come, the final night before her return to her place.

That night was a memorable night.  The brothers of her husband prepared
a farewell party for them.  It was a night of singing that made it a joyous
night.  They sang for them with gusto and even Jessica and her husband
David sang to the delight of their families.  Jessica mused, "This is
a memorable night for me.  Thanks to all!"  It was a bonding par excellence.
Jessica thought, "How I wish I could come back soon again."

Jessica said at the airport: "Farewell to all of my family and friends. 
 I love you all!"

Morale:  The bonding of family and friends could never be measured in material
things.  It is a great feeling of solidarity and love.  Moments of joy are etched
in memories, never to be erased but relished in moments of recollection.