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Sunday, December 16, 2018

INDIANA SUNSET: PICTURE BY www.scripturesongs.net



“The heavens declare the glory of God,
And the firmament shows His handiwork,
Day unto day utters speech,
Night unto night reveals knowledge.” Psalm 19.1, 2





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I LOVE MY MOTHER FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G















A VERY TOUCHING PICTURE!

“Make disciples of all nations:” Reflection by Prayer Aid (Jane Pimenta)

All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me.  Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.  And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”  Matthew 28:18-20
Jesus is commissioning His 12 to teach, baptise and make disciples …. It’s a difficult ministry He is giving them, they will face hardships, persecution and be put to death because this ministry.   The 12 realised that what is given to them by the Lord, will finally be worked out through them by the Lord, because He is going to be with them.   Is there something the Lord is asking of us?  To do something?  To give up something?  To reach out, to forgive?  If He is asking it of us, He will be with us while we experience difficulty to obey.   Let us not look at what we do not have, rather let us keep our focus on the fact that He is with us to the very end and obey Him

FACTS ABOUT INDIA FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

FACTS ABOUT INDIA # FORWARDED BY SR.ELSIE BABY

India never invaded any country in her last
100000 years of history.
India invented the Number System.
Aryabhatta invented zero.
The World's first university was established in
Takshila in 700BC.More than 10,500 students from
all over the world studied more than 60 subjects. The
University of Nalanda built in the 4th century BC
was one of the greatest achievements of ancient India
in the field of education.
Sanskrit is the mother of all the European
languages. Sanskrit is the most suitable language
for computer software reported in Forbes magazine,
July 1987
.

ARTWORK BY ANJANA JOSE #A MAVELLOUS ART WORK




BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK! 

THANKS ANJANA.  NEW WORLD

QUAIL EGG SALAD: RECIPE FORWARDED BY CHARMINE ILAGO

Quail Egg Salad

Ingredients:
24 pcs quail eggs (hard-boiled and shelled)
1 medium cucumber (pared, seeded and cut into chunks)
1 can pineapple chunks (drained)
1 medium red bell pepper (diced)
1/2 cup mayonnaise


Here's how:
Combine first 4 ingredients. Season with 1 tsp. fine salt and 1/8 tsp pepper. Toss until well blended. Add mayonnaise then mix well. Chill until ready to serve.

THE MEMORY LINGERS: SHORT STORY BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL


Semester 1 starts again and as usual, Jessamine looks like a 
victim of a war-torn country.  With rollers on her hair and with
jersey-pyjamas, she rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Why not, it is winter on that side of the world and she would like
to go back to bed.  Although she could not afford it, it is the 
first day of school.

With her new notebooks, usually coloured burgundy, I do not
know why she fancy that colour.  With eyes still half-open,
she manage to cool off by the bench in the university grounds.
She was only 30 seconds seated when this nerd-looking guy
approached her.  "O' Jessamine, good to see you here!"  Jess
replied with annoyance, "Do I know you?"  Craig smiled and
said, "Well, you may not know me but I know you, your name
is all over the bulletin board."  Jessamine smiled because she is
campaigning to be a dux!  She has to be sweet to everybody.
Craig said, "I did not realize how pretty you are at close-up."
Jessamine curtly replied, "Well, I do not like to be known for
beauty but for intelligence."  Craig replied, "No argument!"
I am impressed...

In the afternoon, Jessamine bumped with Craig again.  Jess
blurted, "What a coincidence, you are always where I am."
Craig boldly replied, it is not a coincidence, I am looking for you!"
"Why?, said Jessamine.  "Well, I have 2 tickets for a concert this
weekend, hope I could invite you"  Craig replied.  O' that is a 100 dollar
ticket, so expensive.  Craig, Yes, so that you will not refuse.  Jessica
replied, "And if I do?"  Craig said, "I will have to invite Reisha!"
Jessamine does not like Reisha so much because she is arrogant."
Jessica said, Fine!"

At the concert, Craig is all smiles.  His date is the most beautiful lady
in the campus.  What more, she is so smart.  Jessica is wearing a red
with blue flowers chiffon and how lovely she is!
The concert was a sell-out.  It is a lovely night with all the fantastic
music and Jessica is just so happy. The memory will linger...
 

Saturday, December 15, 2018

FOR THINE GLORY ALONE: PICTURE


A POEM TO MOM FORWARDED BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP

A POEM TO MOM: BY ARIANNA ROSE PHILIP
(The attached is our ARIANNA'S Poem. Arianna is a 9 year old
writer at the time she wrote her poems (now older) who has published two short stories in our New World
already. She has written the following poem on her own and it
is below without any editing, except the spelling.

Happy Mothers Day!


**A POEM TO MOM**

DEAR MOM

You are as sweet as an Easter Bunny
And Your hugs are so fluffy
You smell like daisies and the best part
is when you are with me
And I am with you
You fly in your imagination like a butterfly
You land on a flower.
You get nectar from the flower you go into your coccoon
When it stops, there is a rainbow in the sky
I see unicorns on the rainbow

love
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Art work: Abraham G

(This poem touches our hearts. It depicts the love of Arianna for her Mum, Dr Anisha Kurian-Philip. A very promising poet! Brilliant!) New World

Jokes only by Cynthia Abegail

Mary:  What are the food I should not eat?  I have diabetes, cholesterol and high blood pressure and extreme weight.

Dietitian:  Nothing high carbs, no fatty foods, not much meat especially no red meat, no fruits coz high sugar!

Mary:  Then what should I eat?

Dietitian:  Nothing!


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Roma noticed that whenever she invite people personally for an event, only 5-10 attend.  She used reverse psychology.  She did not invite personally but just advertise in public.  She also asked Don to invite others.  Then, 100 came.  


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Tutor:  Hi, I am Donna, your Tutor for Physics.


Mother:  Do you think Sally will pass by the end of the year?




Tutor:  Well, it depends upon a lot of factors, my tutoring, the school’s teacher, the environment, heredity and your child!




Mother:  Then, she has great chances!





Tutor:  I forgot to tell you, her factor is 90 percent!😊

BEAUTIFUL JOG FALLS FORWARDED BY ABRAHAM G

















JUST BEAUTIFUL! KARNATAKA FALLS IN
INDIA. THANKS TO: ABRAHAM G

Ref: Boban and Molly Group

RED MARBLES: STORY FORWARDED BY SR ELSIE BABY

STORY: 
RED MARBLES:

BY SR. ELSIE BABY
HI I think this is a very good one and is very true too.
Please if you can spare a few minutes do go through this.

This is a beautiful story that helps put into perspective what should be
 important in our short life!
 RED MARBLES
 I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed
 a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily
 apprizing a basket of freshly picked green peas.
 I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green
peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation
 between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
 "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure
 look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"; "Fine. Gittin' stronger all the' time."
 "Good. Anything I can help you with?"
 "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
 "Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
 "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
 "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
 "All I got's my prize marble here."
 "Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
 "Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
 "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of
 go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.
 "Not zackley but almost."
 "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this
 way let me look at that red marble". Mr. Miller told the boy.
 "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
 Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to he lp me. With a
smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all
 three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them
 for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red
 marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he
 sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one,
 when they come on their next trip to the store."
 I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man A short time
 later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the
 boys, and their bartering for marbles.
 Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently
I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I
was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation
 that eve ning and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany
 them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives
of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the
 other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very
 professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and
smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed
her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
 Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man
 stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the
casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to
meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and remin ded her of the story from
those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering
for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the
casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I tol d you about. They
just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at
last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to
pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided,
"but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ." With
loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband.
Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take
our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you
didn't make yourself...An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green
stoplights on your way to work...The fastest line at the grocery store...A
good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left
them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did...
If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry
to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND
OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!

Labels: SR. ELSIE BABY draft 1/10/11 by georgekurian Republished

LOVE'S COMING (John Shaw Neilson)







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( New World Publication thank Cynthia Abegail for introducing John Shaw Neilson who has contributed a beautiful and meaningful poem for our Publication. Our readers will love such a wonderful poem. Thanks again) New World

LOVE'S COMING
Poem

Quietly as rosebuds
Talk to a thin air,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he was there.

Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle moon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;

Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there...

Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.



John Shaw Neilson

Source: Mark ' Connor, Australian Poetry.

Hope in the Lord is vital: Reflection by Jane Pimenta of

Those who hope in me, will never be disappointed.  Is 49:23
Hope is vital for us more so since life is constantly challenging our faith.  No matter what is going on with us, let us keep our faith in Jesus alive.  Let us keep saying “Jesus you are my hope”  He is an anchor for our worried soul, He will keep us firm and secure.  We need His help continually and when we live with hope we ask Him for His help all the time.  He has power to change the most hopeless situation into a great victory, and that IS what He going to do for us.   Those who hope in me, will never be disappointed

AN AUTUMNAL STAIRS: PICTURE BY www.mi9.com

COLOURFUL HUES IN AUTUMN!