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Saturday, July 22, 2017

Isaiah 66:1-2 "Humble and contrite spirit" ---Reflection by Cynthia Abegail


Thus says Yahweh: With heaven my throne and earth my footstool, what house could you build me, what place for me to rest, when all these things are made by me and all belong to me? ---declares Yahweh.  But my eyes are drawn to the person of humbled and contrite spirit, who trembles at my word.



Awe of God!  Obedience of his Word!  Sincerity of ❤️ hearts!  These are lost in this generation.  When the mention of the Almighty to some people do not ring a bell.  And they will say, Ahh!  When it become so casual to talk and deal with God Almighty?  Respect and love Him and everything associated with Him!



The simple, not that high flying intellectual who thinks he or she knows God by heart!  The one who suffers, the one rejected by the world with true and contrite spirit, the one who looks up with so much love for God...



The poor who waits for His blessings, the ones who live day by day who do not know where to get his next meal!  The depressed who longs for caring and loving, the good homeless who bears the cold and heat with newspapers as their beds!  The mentally ill who became like this of no fault of their own, who was dejected by stigma, the leprous who never be dared to be touched and many many more.  The widows, the divorced who are so lonely, the sick and the dying.



Generally, they are the ones closest to God's heart as they have a predisposition to be of humble and contrite spirit.  Let us pray for all of them and let us pray for ourselves that we may stop to be proud and haughty, to be humble and to obey God's Word, to attend Mass for the Holy Eucharist to have the fullness of life.  Through the intercession of Mother Mary, St Michael the Archangel, St Joseph, all of the angels and saints.  In Jesus Name, Amen.


LUKE 2: 14 "GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST"

The Will of the Father from The Passion: Messages to Catalina (Katya Rivas) ---Bolivia


"Jesus does the Will of the Father:  Prostrate yourselves humbly as creatures in the presence of their Creator and adore His designs over you, whatever they maybe, committing your will to the Divine One.  In this way I offered Myself to fulfill the work of redeeming the world.  Ah!  What a moment it was when I felt all those torments come over Me, the torments I was to suffer in my Passion:  the slander, the insults, the scourging, the kicks, the Crown of Thorns, the Cross... All that passed before My eyes at the same time that an intense pain hurt my Heart; the offenses, the sins and abominations that would be commuted in the passing of time.  And I not only saw them, but I felt reinvested with all those horrors, and in this way I presented Myself to my Celestial Father to implore Mercy."


Source:  The Passion:  Reflections that Jesus makes on the mystery of His suffering and the value it has on Redemption.  page 9, Messages to Catalina (Katya Rivas, who has borne the stigmata), with imprimatur of her Bishop.

WILLIE THE WOLF: SHORT STORY FORWARDED BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP












SHORT STORY:

"WILLIE THE WOLF"
BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

(Surprise. New World has the youngest story teller. We are happy to introduce Arianna Rose Philip,our youngest author and we welcome her to the esteemed team of writers. The following story was told by Arianna who is only close to 5years old and the story was written in words by her mother Anisha Kurian Philip. As you know Anisha is also a writer of our Publication.Arianna used to tell a lot of imaginary stories and this time her mother helped to write one of the stories in words and send for publication. Thanks to Arianna and also her mother Anisha for helping her to write and edit it.)New World

**WILLIE THE WOLF
**Short Story By Arianna Rose Philip

One day when I was looking through the window of my grand parent's house I saw an animal walking across the street. I became very curious because it was a wolf and I recognized him easily. I had seen him. Last week I had gone to the Animal hospital.My mother was with me.We had taken our Cat Mr.Spencer to the doctor. There we saw Willie the wolf there.Hum... I had never seen a wolf before.I was curious. I smiled at him. He too. He told me his name. Across the street poor Willie was limping. Oh! he may be in pain,I thought. So I ran to him and said "hello,Willie". He was very happy to see me there. Hellow "Arianna,how are you ?" He asked." I am fine. Are you in pain ?" He replied with a sad look. " Oh!..Ya...a little pain."He answered. I wanted to help him.His owner was walking behind him. I asked permission from him. "I have a fireman friend,Mr. Johnson.He can help Willie."I told the Owner. "Please help,thank you Arianna." The owner replied. I called the fire station and requested Mr. Johnson to help Willie.He immediately came and took Willie to the Animal Hospital.I went with my Mother to visit. Willie had a thorn on his pam. The Doctor took it out. He put a bandage too. Oh! how happy he was. How happy I was too.The owner thanked. Willie embraced me and told "Thank you Arianna. You are very helpful."My parents and grand parents thanked me. Please help others when they are in need. Thank you for reading my story. love to all of you Arianna

Labels: Anisha's Short Story 6 comments 4/10/12 by georgekurianrepublished

GOD'S ROSEBUD FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY
















GOD'S ROSEBUD

A new minister Was walking with an older, More seasoned minister In the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure About what God Had for him to do, He was asking the older preacher For some advice. The older preacher Walked up to a rosebush And handed the young preacher A rosebud and told him To open it Without tearing off any petals. The young preacher Looked in disbelief At the older preacher And was trying to figure out What a rosebud Could possibly have to do With his wanting to know The will of God For his life and ministry. But because of his great respect For the older preacher, He proceeded to try to unfold the rose, While keeping every petal intact. It wasn't long Before he realized How impossible This was to do. Noticing the younger preacher's inability To unfold the rosebud Without tearing it, The older preacher Began to recite The following poem...


"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine."

"The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"

"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way."
"The path that lies before me,

Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."
Please share this poem With a friend if you enjoyed Being reminded to let go And let God unfold your life. Labels: SR. ELSIE BABY 1/29/11 by georgekurian Republished

 (Thanks Sr. Elsie Baby; melodious and full of meaning!) New World

POWER OF POSITIVE TALK: FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM, G.

(VERY INTERESTING THEME,
THANKS, MR.ABRAHAM, G)
A man was lost while driving through the countryside .As he tried to reach for the map, he accidentally drove off the road into a ditch.
Though he wasn't injured, his car was struck deep in the mud.
So the man walked to a nearby farm to ask for help.
"Warwick can get you out of that ditch," said the farmer, pointing to an old mule standing in a field.
The man looked at the decrepit old mule and looked at the farmer who just stood there repeating ,"
"Yep, old Warwick can do the job."
The two men and the mule made their way back to the ditch. The farmer hitched the mule to the car.
With a snap of the reins,he shouted,
"Pull, Fred! Pull, Jack! pull, Ted! Pull, Warwick!"
And the mule pulled that car right out of the ditch.
The man was amazed.
He thanked the farmer,patted the mule, and asked,
" Why did you call out all of those names before you called Warwick?"
THE FARMER GRINNED AND SAID, " OLD WARWICK IS JUST ABOUT BLIND. AS LONG AS HE BELIEVES HE'S PART OF A TEAM, HE DOESN'T MIND PULLING"
Abraham G

SONG FOR ST CECILIA'S DAY (EXCERPT)

SONG FOR ST CECILIA'S DAY


From Harmony, from Heavenly Harmony
This Universal Frame begun:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arise ye more than dead.

Then cold and hot and moist and dry
In order to their stations leap,
And MUSIC'S power obey.
From Harmony, from Heavenly Harmony
This universal frame began:
From Harmony to Harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

                                                           JOHN DRYDEN
                                                              (1631-1700)

John Dryden is a famous English poet whose other
works such as Achitopel and Zimri had been recognised
in World Literature.

Source:  G. B. Harrison.  A Book of English Poetry. 

LOVELY PINK ROSES BY www.all-free-download.com

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WE ARE PRECIOUS IN GOD'S SIGHT BY PRAYER AID

Since you are precious and honoured in my sight, and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life. Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. Is 43:4-5

We are precious and honoured in the sight of GOD!

No matter what situation faces us presently, or that we have no control over it or the people involved, what we DO have is control over our minds! By the way we choose to react to our negative thoughts and feelings, in the same way we can choose to put them out of your mind and focus on what the Lord is saying to us! It’s as simple as that! Let us not let the words of negative people be the last word in our life and control us, rather let us make the Words of the Lord control us. Rejoice we are precious and honoured in His sight!



(Thanks Jane for the reminder that we are all precious in the sight of God. This is
already enough for us to rejoice in happiness or in sorrow, in good or in dark times. Excellent!)


New World

Tips on Writing by Cynthia Abegail/ Reference: Write it Right by John Peck and Martin CoyleW

"If it looks wrong and sounds wrong, it probably is wrong

---Writing is like driving a car. It's relatively easy, but a lot of people write carelessly, even recklessly."

Thanks to Mr Peck and Coyle for this useful tip in writing.

Source:  Peck, J and Coyle, M.  Write it Right.

STUNNING PHOTOGRAPHY BY SCREEN SAVERS












BEAUTIFUL VIEW! THANKS TO
SCREENSAVERS. NEW WORLD

DON'T QUIT FORWARDED by THOMAS PHILIP RANNi



Quit (Forwarded by Thomas Philip)

Don’t Quit! 

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but do not quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victors cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
-Anonymous


Forwarded by Thomas Philip

THE BEAUTY OF MALTA: PICTURE BY RCI VENTURES


MALTA, A COUNTRY OF RICH CULTURE!

pic credit:  www.rciventures.com

Friday, July 21, 2017

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

Thursday, July 20, 2017

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL: REFLECTIONS BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL











LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Who said that life is drab, sullen and unimaginably
dark? Let us face it squarely! I understand--for there are moments when your car breakdown in the middle of a searing hot day or on a blizzard-filled morning. Many times that some people may have trouble meeting both ends. At times, our loved ones did not even care or annoying people just get to our
nerves!
We may not have found the rosy jobs we have dreamed
of or we may not have the house of our dreams. We
may have stumbled over people who have hurt us
in one way or another.
All of those things are passing! Have we looked at
the other end of the spectrum? How about those
days that you are relaxing by the beachside and
saw the frolicking waves and the bustling life below
the surface? How about those days when your
beloved just out of the blue brought you those nice,
robust red roses or chocolates? How about those
days your partner whisphered to you sweet-nothings?
How about those months you have visited any part
of the world and you said, "How relaxing!"
How about those nights your son or daughter hugged you
tightly while you snuggle inside those white fluffy blankets
and felt so cosy? How about those years you have met
your best friends and have dinner after a long, long time.
And the smile, yes, the of your beloved friend and
relatives or even strangers.
What more, look at the sky! There can be nothing as fiery
as those skies except probably women! At times, it could
be serene as a child, then suddenly thunder, lightning...
heavy rain or snow! How fascinating...
Life is beautiful especially if we love God and our neighbors.
What we can do for our needy and poor brothers and
sisters, we have done for God.
 Life is beautiful!
Cynthia Abegail