Monday, June 10, 2024




*In his book, A Spiritual Clinic, J. Oswald Sanders wrote about the lasting family legacies of two families from New York.

Two families from the state of New York were studied very carefully. One was the Max Jukes family and the other was the Jonathan Edwards family.

The thing that they discovered in this study is remarkable: like begets like.

Max Jukes was an unbelieving man and he married a woman of like character who lacked principle.

And among the known descendants, over 1,200 were studied.

Three hundred and ten became professional vagrants; 440 physically wrecked their lives by debauched lifestyle; 130 were sent to the pen for an average of thirteen years each, 7 of them for murder.

There were over 100 who became alcoholics; 60 became habitual thieves; 190 public prostitutes. Of the 20 who learned a trade, 10 of them learned the trade in a state prison. It cost the state about $1,500,000 and they made no contribution whatever to society.


In about the same era, the family of Jonathan Edwards came on the scene. He was a man of God, who married a woman of like character. The study yielded the following concerning Jonathan Edward’s descendants:


Three hundred became clergymen, missionaries, and theological professors; over 100 became college professors; over 100 became attorneys; 30 of them became judges; 60 of them became physicians; over 60 became authors of good classics; 14 became presidents of universities.


There were numerous giants in American industry that emerged from this family. Three became United States congressmen and one became the vice president of the United States.

Never forget the impact your life decisions will make—in yourself, your marriage, and on your children.

In ways you will never know in this life, you are building a legacy that will last for generations

“Therefore know that the LORD your God, He is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love Him and keep His commandments; and He repays those who hate Him to their face, to destroy them.
Deuteronomy 7:9-16 












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Wednesday, April 17, 2024

 



A man stayed  near a hill for holidays for few  days. Every day he put a lamp in front of his home. He was writing a book staying in that home.. 

After some days when he was about to leave, he went to say good bye to the old woman staying opposite to his house. 

The Old woman said:"Whenever I see the lamp in front of your house, I feel I am not alone. "

The man started crying. 

The writer  told  his servant to keep the burning lamp every night in front of his house. 

Let us put some burning lamps. ( small deeds of kindness, smile, visit, small help, phone call,... ) 

Let the light of the world Jesus reflect His glory and love through our lives.... Reminding others they are not alone and Jesus loves them.

Put the lamp now  wherever you are. .. Let the light spread.... 


You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.Matthew 5:14-16 

Sunday, March 31, 2024

Lord i need you, Every hour..

 


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Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem.  As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him.
But they urged him strongly, “Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.” So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight.
Luke 24:13,14,29,30


*The two disciples reached the dead end of their life journey. They were discouraged, tensed, lost all hopes in their life.


Jesus knew they were discouraged. He could have sent another disciple to them..He could have sent atleast one angel to them...He could have sent a letter or a note of encouragement..

Jesus didnt do any of the above, He walked Himself beside them, talking...
Why?
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Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Psalms 23:4(a)

 
When the road seems to be difficult, Jesus walks with you.
When the questions seems to be difficult , Jesus talks to you.
When the hearts seems to be weary, Jesus refreshes you.

The two disciples may watched Him from distance, during His arrest, trial, death on the cross....

But now the ressurrected Jesus walked with them very close....7 miles.....

 
Are you the one walking from Jerusalem to Emmaus.??. To a long distance.....
Through these words you are reading,May Jesus speak  to you.....

 
Tell Jesus ...Abide with me.... And He will prepare a table before your enemy...
Run back to Jerusalem.. Be a witness of Jesus . 
Jesus loves you.....


๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต
He was born in an obscure village,
The child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in still another village,
Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty.
Then for three years
He was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never had a family or owned a house.
He didn’t go to college.
He never visited a big city.
He never traveled two hundred miles
From the place where he was born.
He did none of the things
One usually associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three
When the tide of public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away.
He was turned over to his enemies.
And went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross
Between two thieves.
While he was dying,
His executioners gambled for his clothing,
The only property he had on Earth.
When he was dead,
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone,
And today he is the central figure
Of the human race,
And the leader of mankind’s progress.
All the armies that ever marched,
All the navies that ever sailed,
All the parliament that ever sat,
All the kings that ever reigned,
Put together have not affected
The life of man on Earth
As much as that
One Solitary Life.































*selected.... Arun Andrews

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

 


God's servant journeyed through the jungles of Africa, sharing the love of God .

There is no way to the next village in the dense forest. He asked the village tribal leader: “Could you send a guide to the next village with me?” The village tribal leader agreed.

With an axe, the guide walked along the road ahead clearing the way: Cutting away the vines and bushes which were full of thorns.

A very arduous journey.

After quite some time, God's servant asked the guide:

“I've been following you for a long time. Which is the way to the destination?”

The guide said “As far as you are concerned, I am your way” 

“Follow me.”

The servant of God is once again asked a question

“What's the evidence?”

"These wounds.

The servant of God stared at the wounds on the guide's body without blinking.

He's my way...

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You know the way to the place where I am going.” Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, except through me. John 14:4-6

Yes: Jesus is the only way.

What's the evidence?

Look at the nail marks on Jesus' hands and feet.

We can also say...

O my Lord!

Oh, my God!


Monday, March 25, 2024

 


เด†เดซ്เดฐിเด•്เด•เตป เด•ാเดŸുเด•เดณിเดฒൂเดŸെ เดฆൈเดตเดญൃเดค്เดฏเตป เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคിเตป്เดฑെ เดธ്เดจേเดนം เดชเด™്เด•ുเดตെเดš്เดšു เด•ൊเดฃ്เดŸ് เดธเดž്เดšเดฐിเดš്เดšു .

เด•ൊเดŸുംเดตเดจเดค്เดคിเดฒുเดณ്เดณിเตฝ เด‡เดจിเดฏുเดณ്เดณ เด—്เดฐാเดฎเดค്เดคിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เดตเดดിเดฏിเดฒ്เดฒ. เด—്เดฐാเดฎเดค്เดคเดฒเดตเดจോเดŸ് เด…เดฆ്เดฆേเดนം เดšോเดฆിเดš്เดšു .เด…เดŸുเดค്เดค เด—്เดฐാเดฎเดค്เดคിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เด’เดฐു เดตเดดിเด•ാเดŸ്เดŸിเดฏെ เด…เดฏเดฏ്เด•്เด•ാเดฎോ? เด—്เดฐാเดฎเดฎുเด–്เดฏเตป เดธเดฎ്เดฎเดคിเดš്เดšു.

เด’เดฐു เด•ോเดŸാเดฒിเดฏുเดฎാเดฏി เด—ൈเดก് เดฎുเดฎ്เดชേ เดตเดดി เดตെเดŸ്เดŸി เดคെเดณിเดš്เดšു เด•ൊเดฃ്เดŸ് เดจเดŸเดจ്เดจു. เดตเดณ്เดณിเดš്เดšെเดŸിเด•เตพ, เดฎുเดณ്เดณുเด•เตพ เดจിเดฑเดž്เดž เด•ുเดฑ്เดฑിเดš്เดšെเดŸിเด•เตพ เดตെเดŸ്เดŸി เดฎാเดฑ്เดฑിเด•്เด•ൊเดฃ്เดŸിเดฐുเดจ്เดจു.

เดตเดณเดฐെเดฏเดงിเด•ം เดช്เดฐเดฏാเดธเดฎുเดณ്เดณ เด’เดฐു เดฏാเดค്เดฐ.

เด•ുเดฑെ เด•เดดിเดž്เดžเดช്เดชോเตพ เดฆൈเดตเดญൃเดค്เดฏเตป เดตเดดിเด•ാเดŸ്เดŸിเดฏോเดŸ് เดšോเดฆിเดš്เดšു.

เดตเดณเดฐെ เดธเดฎเดฏเดฎാเดฏി เดžാเตป เดจിเด™്เด™เดณെ เด…เดจുเด—เดฎിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจു .เดเดคാเดฃ് เดฒเด•്เดท്เดฏเดธ്เดฅാเดจเดค്เดคേเด•്เด•ുเดณ്เดณ เดตเดดി ?


เด—ൈเดก് เดชเดฑเดž്เดžു 'เดจിเด™്เด™เดณെ เดธംเดฌเดจ്เดงിเดš്เดšเดŸเดค്เดคോเดณം เดžാเดจാเดฃ് เดจിเด™്เด™เดณുเดŸെ เดตเดดി' 

เดŽเดจ്เดจെ เด…เดจുเด—เดฎിเด•്เด•ുเด• .


เดฆൈเดตเดฆൃเดค്เดฏเตป เดตീเดฃ്เดŸും เด’เดฐു เดšോเดฆ്เดฏം

เดŽเดจ്เดคാเดฃ് เดคെเดณിเดตു്?

" เดˆ เดฎുเดฑിเดช്เดชാเดŸുเด•เตพ "  

เดฆൈเดตเดญൃเดค്เดฏเตป เดตเดดിเด•ാเดŸ്เดŸിเดฏുเดŸെ เดถเดฐീเดฐเดค്เดคിเดฒെ เดฎുเดฑിเดตുเด•เดณിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เด‡เดฎเดตെเดŸ്เดŸാเดคെ เดจോเด•്เด•ി .

เด‡เดฆ്เดฆേเดนം เดคเดจ്เดจെ เดŽเตป്เดฑെ เดตเดดി...

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เดžാเตป เดชോเด•ുเดจ്เดจ เด‡เดŸเดค്เดคേเด•്เด•ുเดณ്เดณ เดตเดดി เดจിเด™്เด™เตพ เด…เดฑിเดฏുเดจ്เดจു.  เดคോเดฎാเดธ് เด…เดตเดจോเดŸ്: เด•เตผเดค്เดคാเดตേ, เดจീ เดŽเดตിเดŸെ เดชോเด•ുเดจ്เดจു เดŽเดจ്เดจ് เดžเด™്เด™เตพ เด…เดฑിเดฏുเดจ്เดจിเดฒ്เดฒ; เดชിเดจ്เดจെ เดตเดดി เดŽเด™്เด™เดจെ เด…เดฑിเดฏും เดŽเดจ്เดจു เดชเดฑเดž്เดžു. เดฏേเดถു เด…เดตเดจോเดŸ്: เดžാเตปเดคเดจ്เดจെ เดตเดดിเดฏും เดธเดค്เดฏเดตും เดœീเดตเดจും เด†เด•ുเดจ്เดจു; เดžാเตป เดฎുเด–ാเดจ്เดคเดฐเดฎเดฒ്เดฒാเดคെ เด†เดฐും เดชിเดคാเดตിเดจ്เดฑെ เด…เดŸുเด•്เด•เตฝ เดŽเดค്เดคുเดจ്เดจിเดฒ്เดฒ. เดฏോเดนเดจ്เดจാเตป 14:4-6

เด…เดคെ: เดฏേเดถു เดฎാเดค്เดฐം เดเด• เดตเดดി.

เดŽเดจ്เดคാ เดคെเดณിเดตു്?

เดฏേเดถുเดตിเตป്เดฑെ เด•เดฐเด™്เด™เดณിเดฒേเดฏും เด•ാเดฒുเด•เดณിเดฒേเดฏും เด†เดฃിเดช്เดชാเดŸുเด•เดณിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เดจോเด•്เด•ുเด•.

เดจเดฎുเด•്เด•ും เดชเดฑเดฏാം...

เดŽเตป്เดฑെ เด•เตผเดค്เดคാเดตേ!

เดŽเตป്เดฑെ เดฆൈเดตเดฎേ!





Friday, March 22, 2024

 



Samuel Logan brengle blessed many through his writings.
How he began his writing ministry?

As a young newly married man he was sent to slums of Boston to share God's love. The place was dangerous. One night he was returning home after ministry a drunken man threw a brick. it hit his head and heavily injured him.


Brengle stayed in hospital for six weeks. Returning home he was unable to resume his schedule for a further period of eighteen months.
During this time he began writing in a magazine  named war cry. Later the articles are printed as a book named 'Helps to holiness ".it was translated to a dozen different languages and sold record number of copies.

 
For the rest of his life wherever he went people thanked for him for the writings. His response always was " Well if there had been no little brick, there would have been no little book"!!

One day brengle went back to his home and asked his wife about the brick that had almost killed him.

She handed him the brick.. She had written the words of Genesis 50:20  on that brick.
"As for you, you meant it for evil ;but God meant it for good to keep much people alive"..

 
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Now let us thank God for all the bricks in our life.... Remember God's Word..
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And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

Thank You Lord Jesus.....

๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต

I come  before You today

And there's just one thing that I want to say

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord


For all You've given to me

For all the blessings that I cannot see

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord


With a grateful heart

With a song of praise

With an outstretched arm

I will bless Your name





Thursday, March 21, 2024

FATHER OF COMPASSION AND GOD OF ALL COMFORT

 


            Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out--the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry." Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. Luke 7:11-15

Two deaths had shattered her life. First was her husband’s. Now it’s her only son’s.

An empty house… loneliness…They reached the town gate. Just a few steps to the burial place. Those who mourn and those who play the pipes and the relatives, are all there. But there is none that could comfort her with words.

There comes another crowd towards them.

That was none other than Jesus of Nazareth and his disciples!!! She didn’t fall at His feet. There weren’t even words of great faith. 

Just two words to the widow… CRY NOT.

And to the dead man just eight words… YOUNG MAN, I SAY TO YOU, GET UP…

A never drying fountain of mercy and grace…The river of compassion is overflowing its banks… Streams of comfort flowed into her shattered heart….

Here are the mother and her son going happily to their home.

Mourning turned into dancing

Sack cloth was taken off and happiness was put on

While weeping endured for a night in that house, joy has come in the morning…

Now, can’t you put even one step forward?

No more hopes… All grown faint?

Is your life a valley of tears?

Open your eyes of faith and behold Jesus, once…

That’s all!!

Let the streams of grace overflow!













Courtesy: incredible moments with Saviour.. 



เดฎเดจเดธ്เดธเดฒിเดตുเดณ്เดณ เดชിเดคാเดตും เดธเตผเดตാเดถ്เดตാเดธเดตും เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดจ്เดจ เดฆൈเดตം..

 


เดชിเดฑ്เดฑเดจ്เดจാเตพ เด…เดตเตป เดจเดฏിเตป เดŽเดจ്เดจ เดชเดŸ്เดŸเดฃเดค്เดคിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เดชോเด•ുเดฎ്เดชോเตพ เด…เดตเดจ്เดฑെ เดถിเดท്เดฏเดจ്เดฎാเดฐും เดตเดณเดฐെ เดชുเดฐുเดทാเดฐเดตും เด•ൂเดŸെ เดชോเดฏി. เด…เดตเตป เดชเดŸ്เดŸเดฃเดค്เดคിเดจ്เดฑെ เดตാเดคിเดฒിเดจോเดŸ് เด…เดŸുเดค്เดคเดช്เดชോเตพ เดฎเดฐിเดš്เดšുเดชോเดฏ เด’เดฐുเดค്เดคเดจെ เดชുเดฑเดค്เดคു เด•ൊเดฃ്เดŸുเดตเดฐുเดจ്เดจു; เด…เดตเตป เด…เดฎ്เดฎเดฏ്เด•്เด•് เดเด•เดœാเดคเดจാเดฏ เดฎเด•เตป; เด…เดตเดณോ เดตിเดงเดตเดฏാเดฏിเดฐുเดจ്เดจു. เดชเดŸ്เดŸเดฃเดค്เดคിเดฒെ เด’เดฐു เดตเดฒിเดฏ เดชുเดฐുเดทാเดฐเดตും เด…เดตเดณോเดŸുเด•ൂเดŸെ เด‰เดฃ്เดŸാเดฏിเดฐുเดจ്เดจു. เด…เดตเดณെ เด•เดฃ്เดŸിเดŸ്เดŸു เด•เตผเดค്เดคാเดต് เดฎเดจเดธ്เดธเดฒിเดž്เดž് เด…เดตเดณോเดŸ്: เด•เดฐเดฏേเดฃ്เดŸാ เดŽเดจ്เดจു เดชเดฑเดž്เดžു; เด…เดตเตป เด…เดŸുเดค്เดคു เดšെเดจ്เดจു เดฎเดž്เดšം เดคൊเดŸ്เดŸു เดšുเดฎเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจเดตเตผ เดจിเดจ്เดจു. เดฌാเดฒ്เดฏเด•്เด•ാเดฐാ, เดŽเดดുเดจ്เดจേเดฒ്เด•്เด• เดŽเดจ്เดจ് เดžാเตป เดจിเดจ്เดจോเดŸു เดชเดฑเดฏുเดจ്เดจു เดŽเดจ്เดจ് เด…เดตเตป เดชเดฑเดž്เดžു.  เดฎเดฐിเดš്เดšเดตเตป เดŽเดดുเดจ്เดจേเดฑ്เดฑ് เด‡เดฐുเดจ്เดจു เดธംเดธാเดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดตാเตป เดคുเดŸเด™്เด™ി; เด…เดตเตป เด…เดตเดจെ เด…เดฎ്เดฎเดฏ്เด•്เด•് เดเดฒ്เดชിเดš്เดšുเด•ൊเดŸുเดค്เดคു. ‭‭เดฒൂเด•്เด•ൊเดธ് 7:11-15 


เดฐเดฃ്เดŸു เดฎเดฐเดฃเด™്เด™เตพ เด…เดตเดณുเดŸെ เดœീเดตിเดคം เดคเด•เตผเดค്เดคു. เด’เดจ്เดจ് เด…เดตเดณുเดŸെ เดญเตผเดค്เดคാเดต് เด‡เดช്เดชോเตพ เด‡เดค് เด…เดตเดณുเดŸെ เด’เดฐേ เด’เดฐു เดฎเด•เตป.


เดถൂเดจ്เดฏเดฎാเดฏ เด’เดฐു เดตീเดŸ്... เดเด•ാเดจ്เดคเดค... เดชเดŸ്เดŸเดฃเดตാเดคിเดฒോเดŸ് เด…เดตเตผ เด…เดŸുเดค്เดคു. เดธെเดฎിเดค്เดคേเดฐിเดฏിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เดเดคാเดจും เดšുเดตเดŸുเด•เตพ เดฎാเดค്เดฐം. เดตിเดฒാเดชเด•്เด•ാเดฐും เด•ുเดดเดฒൂเดคുเดจ്เดจเดตเดฐും เดฌเดจ്เดงുเด•്เด•เดณും เดŽเดฒ്เดฒാเดตเดฐുเดฎുเดฃ്เดŸ്. เดชเด•്เดทേ เด…เดตเดณെ เด†เดถ്เดตเดธിเดช്เดชിเด•്เด•ുเดตാเตป เด†เตผเด•്เด•ും เดตാเด•്เด•ുเด•เดณിเดฒ്เดฒ...


เด…เดคാ เดฎเดฑ്เดฑൊเดฐു เด†เตพเด•്เด•ൂเดŸ്เดŸം เดŽเดคിเดฐെ เดตเดฐുเดจ്เดจു.

เด…เดค് เดฎเดฑ്เดฑാเดฐുเดฎเดฒ്เดฒ เดจเดธเดฑാเดฏเดจാเดฏ เดฏേเดถുเดตും เดถിเดท്เดฏเตปเดฎാเดฐും !!!

เด…เดตเตพ เด…เดตเตป്เดฑെ เด•ാเตฝเด•്เด•เตฝ เดตീเดฃിเดฒ്เดฒ. เดตเดฒിเดฏ เดตിเดถ്เดตാเดธเดค്เดคിเตป്เดฑെ เดตാเด•്เด•ുเด•เตพ เดชเดฑเดž്เดžിเดฒ്เดฒ.


เดตിเดงเดตเดฏോเดŸ് เด’เดฐു เดตാเด•്เด•്.. เด•เดฐเดฏേเดฃ്เดŸാ.

เดฎเดฐിเดš്เดšเดตเดจോเดŸ് เด†เดฑു เดตാเด•്เด•ുเด•เตพ...เดฌാเดฒ്เดฏเด•്เด•ാเดฐാ, เดŽเดดുเดจ്เดจേเดฒ്เด•്เด• เดŽเดจ്เดจ് เดžാเตป เดจിเดจ്เดจോเดŸു เดชเดฑเดฏുเดจ്เดจു...

เด•เดฐുเดฃเดฏുเดŸേเดฏും เด•ൃเดชเดฏുเดŸേเดฏും เดตเดฑ്เดฑാเดค്เดค เดจീเดฐുเดฑเดต.. เดฎเดจเดธ്เดธเดฒിเดตിเตป്เดฑെ เดจเดฆി เด•เดฐเด•เดตിเดž്เดžൊเดดുเด•ുเด•เดฏാเดฃ്'... เดคเด•เตผเดจ്เดจ เด…เดตเดณുเดŸെ เดนൃเดฆเดฏเดค്เดคിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เด†เดถ്เดตാเดธเดค്เดคിเตป്เดฑെ เดจീเตผเดš്เดšാเดฒുเด•เตพ....


เด‡เดคാ เด…เดฎ്เดฎเดฏും เดฎเด•เดจും เดธเดจ്เดคോเดทเดค്เดคോเดŸെ เดญเดตเดจเดค്เดคിเดฒേเด•്เด•്....

เดตിเดฒാเดชം เดจൃเดค്เดคเดฎാเดฏി

เดฐเดŸ്เดŸ് เดฎാเดฑി เดธเดจ്เดคോเดทം เดงเดฐിเดš്เดšു

เดธเดจ്เดง്เดฏเดฏിเด™്เด•เตฝ เด† เดตീเดŸ്เดŸിเตฝ เด•เดฐเดš്เดšിเตฝ เดตเดจ്เดจു เดฐാเดชാเตผเดค്เดคെเด™്เด•ിเตฝ เด‰เดทเดธ്เดธിเตฝ เด†เดจเดจ്เดฆเด˜ോเดทം เดตเดจ്เดจിเดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจു ..


เด‡เดจി เดฎുเตปเดชോเดŸ്เดŸ് เด‡เดฐു เดšുเดตเดŸ് เดชോเดฒും เดตെเด•്เด•ാเตป เด•เดดിเดฏുเดจ്เดจിเดฒ്เดฒേ?

เด‡เดจി เดช്เดฐเดคീเด•്เดทเด•เดณിเดฒ്เดฒ.. เดŽเดฒ്เดฒാം เด…เดธ്เดคเดฎിเดš്เดšുเดตോ?

เดœീเดตിเดคം เด•เดฃ്เดฃീเตผ เดคാเดด്เดตเดฐ เดฏോ?


เดตിเดถ്เดตാเดธ เด•เดฃ്เดฃുเด•เตพ เดคുเดฑเดจ്เดจ് เดฏേเดถുเดตിเดจെ เด’เดจ്เดจ് เดจോเด•്เด•ുเด•.....


เด…เดค്เดฐ เดฎാเดค്เดฐം !!

เด•ൃเดชเดฏുเดŸെ เดจീเตผเดš്เดšാเดฒുเด•เตพ เด•เดตിเดž്เดžൊเดดുเด•เดŸ്เดŸെ!























เด•เดŸเดช്เดชാเดŸ്: .. เด•െเตป เด—െเตผ


Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Have Thine own way Lord


* A hymn that talks about our being the clay and God the potter is "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" 

The text was written by Adelaide Addison Pollard, who was born Nov. 27, 1862, into the Presbyterian family of James and Rebecca Pollard. After attending the Denmark Academy , she taught in several girls’ schools.  she was a talented writer of both prose and poetry and produced many religious articles and hymns.

   Miss Pollard’s main interest was sharing God's love. Throughout her life, her frail body was plagued with weakness caused by diabetes, but she travelled all over the United States and spoke to numerous groups about Bible teaching. 

In 1902, at the age of forty and still single she made plans to go to Africa as a missionary teacher under the leadership of a man named Sanford. When she was on the verge of preparing to sail, at the last minute her funding failed and she was forced to cancel her trip.

 The discouraged woman attended a prayer meeting and while sitting quietly heard someone make the following statement: "It’s all right, Lord! It doesn’t matter what you bring into our lives. Just have your own way with us." Thinking about these words on her way home, she put the hymn on paper before retiring that night.


After failing to go to Africa, Adelaide taught for several years in a missionary training school at Nyack-on-the-Hudson, NY. However, when she was nearly sixty, she did make a short trip to Africa just prior to World War I, but with the outbreak of hostilities she was sent to work in England and Scotalnd.

  After the war, she returned to America and resumed her speaking tours, despite failing health. On Dec. 20, 1934, at the age of 72, she became ill while waiting to board a train in New York City, NY, to go to a speaking engagement in Philadelphia, PA, and died soon afterward that same day. Her body was buried at Ft. Madison in her native state of Iowa, not far from her hometown.

Too many people spend their whole lives pursuing their own goals and doing what they want to do rather than taking time to seek what God would have them do. But the Christian’s life must be one of complete submission to the will of God. And this attitude is well exemplified by the plea, "Have Thine Own Way, Lord."

The song suggests the way to develop the characteristic of submission to God. 


But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.   Isaiah 64:8

๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต

Have Thine own way LordHave Thine own wayThou art the potter I am the clayMold me and make me after Thy willWhile I am waiting yielded and still
Have Thine own way LordHave Thine own waySearch me and try me Master todayWhiter than snow Lord wash me just nowAs in Thy presence humbly I bow
Have Thine own way LordHave Thine own wayHold over my being absolute swayFilled with Thy spirit till all can seeChrist only always living in me


เดจിเดจ്เดจിเดท്เดŸം เดฆേเดตാ! เด†เดฏിเดŸเดŸ്เดŸെ
เดžാเดจോ เดฎเตบเดชാเดค്เดฐം เดจിเตปเด•เดฐเดค്เดคിเตฝ
เดจിเตปเดชാเดฆเดค്เดคിเตฝ เดžാเตป เด•ാเดค്เดคിเดฐിเด•്เด•ും
เดจിเดจ്เดจിเดท്เดŸംเดชോเตฝ เดจീ เดฎാเดฑ്เดฑുเด•െเดจ്เดจെ










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Thursday, March 14, 2024

 



*THE SILENCED BELL

The poem, ‘Curfew Must not Ring Tonight’ by Rose Hartwick Thorpe written in 1867 is based on an incident during the reign of Oliver Cromwell (1599-1658) 

 It describes the deep love of Bessie, a young and beautiful girl, with the young soldier, Basil Underwood. The soldier was charged with a crime and imprisoned. He was tried, found guilty and condemned to be shot dead at the moment when the bell rings to signal the evening curfew.

The executioners were waiting to hear the curfew bell to carry out the execution. Exactly at the prescribed moment, the bell-ringer grabbed the large rope and pulled it with full force to sound the huge bell. The bell moved but there was no sound. He pulled several times but the bell was silent. Cromwell sent soldiers to investigate why the bell did not sound.

 They found that Bessie, the soldier’s fiancรฉe had climbed to the top of the bell tower and tied herself to the huge clapper hanging in the heavy bell to prevent its striking against the bell. She was knocked back and forth and smashed between the bell and the clapper with every pull of the rope. Her head, hands and ribs were crushed. 

She was produced before Cromwell with a bruised and bleeding body. Cromwell was deeply impressed by her willingness to suffer for love. He appreciated her heroic and courageous action and immediately pardoned the prisoner. He said to the lady, “Your lover shall live because of your sacrifice. Curfew shall not ring tonight.”.. 


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 Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? Just as it is written,“For Your sake we are being put to death all day long;We were considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans‬ 8:35-39












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Thursday, March 7, 2024



The Lord is my shepherd,I shall not want.Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalms 23:1, 6


Beside me... My Shepherd

Beneath me.. Green pastures

Near me......   Still Waters

Ahead of me.. Righteous Paths

Within me.... Restored spirit

For  me........ His rod and Staff

Around me... Table land

Upon me.....   Anointing Oil

Above me.. Overflowing Blessings

Behind me.. Goodness and Mercy

Before me... My Father's House



Blessed day with our Good Shepherd Jesus Christ. 


 

Saturday, March 2, 2024

 


‭‭
And Jesus went with him; and a great multitude followed him and thronged him. And a certain woman, who had an issue of blood twelve years and had suffered many things of many physicians and had spent all that she had and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse;Mark‬ ‭5:24‭-‬26‬ ‭

*She was a bruised reed. 

Suffering for 12  years


.spent all money she had..


getting worse.

 
Not allowed to enter the  synagogue..

 
Physically exhausted. 


Socially out from society.

 
'instead of getting better she grew worse'


But Jesus was surrounded by people...

 
"If I can touch His clothes... " I will be healed.
Risky decision. She may be rebuked by people.

 
You may have nothing to give Jesus., only hurts and pain. Just offer Him your hurts, pains and tears.

 
Just take a step of faith. A touch ..

 
When the garment of Jesus' is touched- whether by the hand of a broken hearted woman in Galilee or by the prayers of any one in the world... Jesus stops and responds...


This is your time.... Touch Him by faith.. Right now....





*Max Lucado


Monday, February 26, 2024

 


Advisory Note: Suicide is not the solution to anything. Seek help from mental health professionals and try to live.. 

What you read above is a footnote found in newspaper reports. We see this every day. Following the suicide news, the phone number for counselling is being published for the help of everyone.

Suicide is not the solution to anything. Only God, who gave the life, has the authority to take it back.

Speak this word to God in any situation: Jesus, help me. He is near to those whose hearts are broken. He saves those whose hearts are broken.


Two songs in Malayalam come to mind in this connection.

Note: The Malayalam song has been translated to English in Prose style here.


Never has a rain remained unstopped

Never has a wind remained tempestuous forever

Never has a night passed without a morning following

Never has a pain remained aggravated forever


                     .................................................................................

Beyond the fall season

Remember the spring season arrives

Beyond tears running down your cheeks

Remember you have a smile


Of course it's very true. Look at God's face without looking at the circumstances.

Those who looked to Him were radiant. Their faces were not ashamed.‭‭Psalms‬ ‭34:5‬ ‭‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

But now, this is what the Lord says—

   he who created you, Jacob,he who formed you, Israel:

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;

    I have summoned you by name; you are mine.

 When you pass through the waters,

    I will be with you;

and when you pass through the rivers,

    they will not sweep over you.

When you walk through the fire,

    you will not be burned;

    the flames will not set you ablaze. ‭‭Isaiah ‭43:1‭-‬2‬ ‭‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

      God, help me.

Heal me. Please save my family. Get me out of this state of total destruction. Do a miracle in my life now. In the name of Jesus hear me, Father, Amen."

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Beyond the fall season

Remember the spring season comes

Beyond tears running down your cheeks

Remember that you have a smile

If you look to God with hope,

Know that you'll be answered

Know that you will be answered


Beyond the fall season…


*Beyond those bitter pains

There’s a sweet healing

Beyond the dark clouds in the sky

Remember there’s a sunshine

If you look at God with faith 

   Know that you'll be answered

Know that you will be answered


Beyond the fall season…


Beyond the darkest nights

Remember there’s the radiance of morning

Beyond the raging stormy waters

There’s Jesus the giver of peace

Behold your God in faith

Know He would answer you

Know He would answer you


Beyond the fall season…


https://youtube.com/watch?v=d4K_36bO9xs&si=FrXRTYf61TRtGwW1

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*Never has a rain remained unstopped

Never has a wind remained tempestuous forever

Never has a night passed without a morning following

Never has a pain remained aggravated forever

In a canoe upon stormy waters (2)

He is with me on the board


                      The fog the rain and sweltering heat

                          His precious gifts are all these

                          My Father prepares these for me

                          For the wellbeing of my life


            On the road strewn with stones and thorns

                           He walks with me all the time

                           When I stumble and fall down

                         There He carries me up on His shoulders


https://youtube.com/watch?v=B8I3oK68_Vc&si=V_G9oh3GGDOwnGX6







*Song lyrics in malayalam.. Peter cheranallur, fr sajan


Saturday, February 24, 2024

 



เดถ്เดฐเดฆ്เดงിเด•്เด•ുเด•: เด†เดค്เดฎเดน‌เดค്เดฏ เด’เดจ്เดจിเดจും เดชเดฐിเดนാเดฐเดฎเดฒ്เดฒ. เดฎാเดจเดธിเด•ാเดฐോเด—്เดฏ เดตിเดฆเด—്‌เดงเดฐുเดŸെ เดธเดนാเดฏം เดคേเดŸുเด•, เด…เดคിเดœീเดตിเด•്เด•ാเตป เดถ്เดฐเดฎിเด•്เด•ുเด•

 
เดชเดค്เดฐ เดตാเตผเดค്เดคเด•เดณിเตฝ เด•ാเดฃുเดจ്เดจ เด’เดฐു เด…เดŸിเด•്เด•ുเดฑിเดช്เดชാเดฃ് เดฎുเด•เดณിเตฝ เดตാเดฏിเดš്เดšเดค് .เดฆിเดตเดธเดตും เด‡เดคു เด•ാเดฃാം. เด†เดค്เดฎเดนเดค്เดฏ เดตാเตผเดค്เดคเด•เตพเด•്เด•് เดถേเดทം  เดŽเดฒ്เดฒാเดตเตผเด•്เด•ും เดตേเดฃ്เดŸിเดฏാเดฃ് เด•ൗเตบเดธിเดฒിംเด—ിเดจുเดณ്เดณ เดซോเตบ เดจเดฎ്เดชเดฐเดŸเด•്เด•ം เดช്เดฐเดธിเดฆ്เดงീเด•เดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจเดค് .
เด†เดค്เดฎเดนเดค്เดฏ เด’เดจ്เดจിเดจും เดชเดฐിเดนാเดฐเดฎเดฒ്เดฒ.เดœീเดตเตป เดจเตฝเด•ിเดฏ เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคിเดจ് เดฎാเดค്เดฐเดฎേ เด…เดค് เดคിเดฐിเดš്เดšെเดŸുเด•്เด•ാเตป เด…เดงിเด•ാเดฐเดฎുเดณ്เดณเดค്.
เดเดค് เด…เดตเดธ്เดฅเดฏെเด™്เด•ിเดฒും เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคോเดŸ് เด’เดฐു เดตാเด•്เด•് เดชเดฑเดฏുเด•. เดฏേเดถുเดตേ เดŽเดจ്เดจെ เดธเดนാเดฏിเด•്เด•േเดฃเดฎേ. เด…เดตിเดŸുเดจ്เดจ് เดนൃเดฆเดฏം เดคเด•เตผเดจ്เดจเดตเตผเด•്เด•് เดธเดฎീเดชเดธ്เดฅเดจാเดฃ്. เดฎเดจเดธ്เดธ് เดคเด•เตผเดจ്เดจเดตเดฐെ เด…เดตിเดŸുเดจ്เดจ് เดฐเด•്เดทിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจു .
เดฎเดฒเดฏാเดณเดค്เดคിเตฝ เดฐเดฃ്เดŸ് เด—ാเดจเด™്เด™เตพ เด“เตผเดฎ്เดฎ เดตเดฐുเดจ്เดจു.


เด’เดฐു เดฎเดดเดฏും เดคോเดฐാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เด•ാเดฑ്เดฑും เด…เดŸเด™്เด™ാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เดฐാเดตും เดชുเดฒാเดฐാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เดจോเดตും เด•ുเดฑเดฏാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ;...

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เด‡เดฒเดชൊเดดിเดฏും เด•ാเดฒเด™്เด™เดณ്‍เด•്เด•เดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดคเดณിเดฐเดฃിเดฏും เด•ാเดฒเดฎുเดฃ്เดŸเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เด•เดตിเดณിเดฒൂเดŸൊเดดുเด•ുเดจ്เดจ เด•เดฃ്เดฃീเดฐിเดจเดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดชുเดž്เดšിเดฐിเดฏുเดฃ്เดŸെเดจ്เดจเดคും เด“เดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เดคീเตผเดš്เดšเดฏാเดฏും เดตเดณเดฐെ เดตാเดธ്เดคเดตം เดคเดจ്เดจെ. เดธാเดนเดšเดฐ്เดฏเด™്เด™เดณിเดฒേเด•്เด•് เดจോเด•്เด•ാเดคെ เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคിเตป്เดฑെ เดฎുเด–เดค്เดคേเด•്เด•് เดจോเด•്เด•ുเด•.

เด…เดตเด™്เด•เดฒേเด•്เด•ു เดจോเด•്เด•ിเดฏเดตเตผ เดช്เดฐเด•ാเดถിเดคเดฐാเดฏി; เด…เดตเดฐുเดŸെ เดฎുเด–ം เดฒเดœ്เดœിเดš്เดšുเดชോเดฏเดคുเดฎിเดฒ്เดฒ.‭‭เดธเด™്เด•ീเตผเดค്เดคเดจเด™്เด™เตพ‬ ‭34:5‬ ‭

เด‡เดช്เดชോเดดോ เดฏാเด•്เด•ോเดฌേ, เดจിเดจ്เดจെ เดธൃเดท്‍เดŸിเดš്เดšเดตเดจും, เดฏിเดธ്เดฐാเดฏേเดฒേ, เดจിเดจ്เดจെ เดจിเตผเดฎിเดš്เดšเดตเดจുเดฎാเดฏ เดฏเดนോเดต เด‡เดช്เดฐเด•ാเดฐം เด…เดฐുเดณിเดš്เดšെเดฏ്เดฏുเดจ്เดจു: เดญเดฏเดช്เดชെเดŸേเดฃ്เดŸാ, เดžാเตป เดจിเดจ്เดจെ เดตീเดฃ്เดŸെเดŸുเดค്เดคിเดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจു; เดžാเตป เดจിเดจ്เดจെ เดชേเตผ เดšൊเดฒ്เดฒി เดตിเดณിเดš്เดšിเดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจു; เดจീ เดŽเดจിเด•്เด•ുเดณ്เดณเดตเตป เดคเดจ്เดจെ.  เดจീ เดตെเดณ്เดณเดค്เดคിเตฝเด•്เด•ൂเดŸി เด•เดŸเด•്เด•ുเดฎ്เดชോเตพ เดžാเตป เดจിเดจ്เดจോเดŸുเด•ൂเดŸി เด‡เดฐിเด•്เด•ും; เดจീ เดจเดฆിเด•เดณിเตฝเด•്เด•ൂเดŸി เด•เดŸเด•്เด•ുเดฎ്เดชോเตพ เด…เดต เดจിเดจ്เดฑെ เดฎീเดคെ เด•เดตിเด•เดฏിเดฒ്เดฒ. เดจീ เดคീเดฏിเตฝเด•്เด•ൂเดŸി เดจเดŸเดจ്เดจാเตฝ เดตെเดจ്เดคുเดชോเด•เดฏിเดฒ്เดฒ; เด…เด—്เดจിเดœ്เดตാเดฒ เดจിเดจ്เดจെ เดฆเดนിเดช്เดชിเด•്เด•เดฏുเดฎിเดฒ്เดฒ.
‭‭เดฏെเดถเดฏ്เดฏാเดต്‬ ‭43:1‭-‬2‬ ‭

เดฆൈเดตเดฎേ เดŽเดจ്เดจെ เดธเดนാเดฏിเด•്เด•േเดฃเดฎേ.
เดธൗเด–്เดฏം เดจเตฝเด•เดฃเดฎേ. เดŽเตป്เดฑെ เด•ുเดŸുംเดฌเดค്เดคെ เดฐเด•്เดทിเด•്เด•േเดฃเดฎേ. เดžാเตป เดคเด•เตผเดจ്เดจിเดฐിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจ เดˆ เด…เดตเดธ്เดฅเดฏിเตฝ เดจിเดจ്เดจ് เดŽเดจ്เดจെ เด•เดฐ เด•เดฏเดฑ്เดฑเดฃเดฎേ. เด’เดฐเตฝเดญുเดคം เดŽเตป്เดฑെ เดœീเดตിเดคเดค്เดคിเตฝ เด‡เดช്เดชോเตพ เดšെเดฏ്เดฏേเดฃเดฎേ. เดฏേเดถുเดตിเตป เดจാเดฎเดค്เดคിเตฝ เดชിเดคാเดตേ เด†เดฎേเตป'



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เด‡เดฒเดชൊเดดിเดฏും เด•ാเดฒเด™്เด™เดณ്‍เด•്เด•เดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดคเดณിเดฐเดฃിเดฏും เด•ാเดฒเดฎുเดฃ്เดŸเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เด•เดตിเดณിเดฒൂเดŸൊเดดുเด•ുเดจ്เดจ เด•เดฃ്เดฃീเดฐിเดจเดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดชുเดž്เดšിเดฐിเดฏുเดฃ്เดŸെเดจ്เดจเดคും เด“เดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เดช്เดฐเดค്เดฏാเดถเดฏോเดŸെ เดจീ เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคെ เดจോเด•്เด•ിเดฏാเดฒ്‍

เด‰เดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം

เด…เดตเดจുเดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം

เด‡เดฒเดชൊเดดിเดฏും….


เด•ൈเดช്เดชാเดฐ്‍เดจ്เดจ เดตേเดฆเดจเด•เดณ്‍เด•്เด•เดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดฎเดงുเดฐเดค്เดคിเดจ്‍ เดธൗเด–്เดฏเดฎുเดฃ്เดŸเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เดฎാเดจเดค്เดคെ เด•ാเดฐ്‍เดฎേเด˜เดฎเดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดธൂเดฐ്เดฏเดช്เดฐเดญเดฏുเดฃ്เดŸെเดจ്เดจเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เดตിเดถ്เดตാเดธเดค്เดคോเดŸെ เดจീ เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคെ เดจോเด•്เด•ിเดฏാเดฒ്‍


เด‰เดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം

เด…เดตเดจുเดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം


เด‡เดฒเดชൊเดดിเดฏും….


เด‡เดฐുเดณാเดฐ്‍เดจ്เดจ เดฐാเดตുเด•เดณ്‍เด•്เด•ുเดฎเดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดชുเดฒเดฐിเดคเดจ്‍ เดถോเดญเดฏുเดฃ്เดŸเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เด•เดฒിเดคുเดณ്เดณും เดคിเดฐเดฎാเดฒเดฏ്เด•്เด•เดช്เดชുเดฑം

เดถാเดจ്เดคി เดจเดฒ്เด•ും เดฏേเดถുเดตുเดฃ്เดŸเดคോเดฐ്‍เด•്เด•เดฃം

เดตിเดถ്เดตാเดธเดค്เดคോเดŸെ เดจീ เดฆൈเดตเดค്เดคെ เดจോเด•്เด•ിเดฏാเดฒ്‍


เด‰เดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം

เด…เดตเดจുเดค്เดคเดฐം เดจเดฒ്เด•ുเดฎെเดจ്เดจเดฑിเดž്เดžിเดŸേเดฃം


เด‡เดฒเดชൊเดดിเดฏും….

https://youtube.com/watch?v=d4K_36bO9xs&si=FrXRTYf61TRtGwW1

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เด’เดฐു เดฎเดดเดฏും เดคോเดฐാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เด•ാเดฑ്เดฑും เด…เดŸเด™്เด™ാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เดฐാเดตും เดชുเดฒാเดฐാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ
เด’เดฐു เดจോเดตും เด•ുเดฑเดฏാเดคിเดฐുเดจ്เดจിเดŸ്เดŸിเดฒ്เดฒ;
เดคിเดฐเดฎാเดฒเดฏിเตฝ เดˆ เดšെเดฑുเดคോเดฃിเดฏിเตฝ(2)
เด…เดฎเดฐเดค്เดคെเดจ്เดจเดฐിเด•െ เด…เดตเดจുเดณ്เดณเดคാเตฝ

2 เดฎเดž്เดžും เดฎเดดเดฏും เดชൊเดณ്เดณുเดจ്เดจ เดตെเดฏിเดฒും
เดŽเดฒ്เดฒാം เดจാเดฅเดจ്เดฑെ เดธเดฎ്เดฎാเดจเดฎാ
เดŽเตป เดœീเดตിเดคเดค്เดคിเดจ്เดจു เดจเดจ്เดจാเดฏി เดตเดฐാเดจാเดฏി
เดŽเตป เดชേเตผเด•്เด•ു เดคാเดคเตป เด’เดฐുเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจเดคാ;-

3 เด•เดฒ്เดฒും เดฎുเดณ്เดณും เด•ൊเดณ്เดณുเดจ്เดจ เดตเดดിเดฏിเตฝ
เดŽเดจ്เดจോเดŸുเด•ൂเดŸെ เดจเดŸเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจเดตเตป
เดŽเตป เดชാเดฆเดฎിเดŸเดฑി เดžാเตป เดตീเดฃുเดชോเดฏാเตฝ
เดŽเดจ്เดจെ เดคോเดณിเตฝ เดตเดนിเด•്เด•ുเดจ്เดจเดตเตป;-

https://youtube.com/watch?v=B8I3oK68_Vc&si=V_G9oh3GGDOwnGX6


Songs.. Peter cheranallur, Fr. Sajan



เด’เดฐു เดช്เดฐാเตผเดค്เดฅเดจാ เดธเดนാเดฏം เด†เดตเดถ്เดฏเดฎോ?'
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Friday, February 23, 2024

Are you going through tough time?

 


**At times life seems harder than we can bear, especially on days when we’re stunned by grief, worried about the situation in the world, distressed over health or finances, or reeling from waves of trouble. We long for joy in the morning, but sometimes we’re in the darkest night.

In 1 Samuel 30, while fleeing the armies of King Saul, David was attacked at Ziklag by the Amalekites. His family was kidnapped, the town was burned, and his men rebelled against him. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and it was David’s darkest hour. He wept till he had no more strength to weep.

According to 1 Samuel 30:6, David responded to his trouble by strengthening himself in the Lord. That simple statement is a sermon to our souls. David was under incredible strain as his circumstances had gone from bad to worse. Yet he refused to give up. He knew how to strengthen himself in the Lord by shifting his attention from his hopelessness to his Helper. Today, we need to remember that all our troubles are temporary, and all our blessings are eternal.

We don’t know when David wrote Psalm 13, but the psalm certainly fits this occasion.

Darkness

            Psalm 13 opens with David darkly crying: “How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily?”

            These words were written by a man so low in spirits he feared the omniscient God had forgotten him and the loving God had forsaken him. I wonder if you’ve had moments like that. Emotional pain is the cruelest kind, and hopelessness is one of the cruelest kinds of emotional pain. During times of despair, it’s best to be frank about our feelings and to pray honestly, like David, who cried, “How long, O LORD?”


Dawn

As we continue reading Psalm 13, however, we see David turn a corner in verse 3, as he continued, “Consider and hear me, O LORD my God; enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; lest my enemy say, ‘I have prevailed against him’; lest those who trouble me rejoice when I am moved” (verses 3-4).

Though David felt abandoned, he knew better in his heart. His knowledge of God was greater than his emotions of despair. His theology was stronger than his feelings. Despite his pain, he managed to pray, asking God to consider him and to hear him in his hour of need.

There’s one thing we know about the night: It’s not permanent. We are not forsaken, not forgotten, not destitute, not detached. If we can lift our eyes heavenward and whisper a prayer in Jesus’ name, we’ll eventually see a glow on the horizon as the sun begins to rise with healing in its rays. The Lord has a way of imparting grace when we need it most. He enables us hour by hour and moment by moment. He reminds us that our momentary afflictions are not worth comparing to the glory to be revealed.

The Lord doesn’t want us to be stuck in the regrets of yesterday or seized by fear of tomorrow. We simply trust Him for today. He gives grace from moment to moment; and as the hours pass, the darkness turns to dawn and the dawn to daylight.

 

Daylight

As we come to the end of Psalm 13, David senses the possibility of rejoicing once again. “I have trusted in Your mercy,” he wrote. “My heart shall rejoice in Your salvation. I will sing to the LORD, because He has dealt bountifully with me” (verses 5-6).

Let me leave you with some hopeful hints for the darkness.

 

  • If you feel you cannot pray, just Say Lord Jesus help me. 
  • If you feel you cannot remember any Scriptures, read Psalm 13 aloud.
  • If you feel you cannot sing, just try the first line of your favorite hymn or praise chorus.
  • If you can’t find a promise, remind yourself of Hebrews 13:5: “He Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.’”

You can strengthen yourself in the Lord. God hasn’t forsaken us, even though the darkest hours in our lives make us feel alone and forgotten. Don’t give up. Moment by moment, His sustaining care will turn the darkness to dawn, the dawn to daylight.

. . Lord pl touch and heal the broken heart.. In Jesus Name. Amen








**selected...Turning point... David Jeremiah

 

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

The ups and downs of life

 


*Elijah, for example. In one chapter, we see him calling down fire from heaven on the ridge of Mount Carmel. Turn a few pages and he’s hiding under a juniper tree wishing he were dead.

In the first chapter of Job’s book, we see him rich and respected, on top of the world. Happy home. Happy wife. Good health. Great wealth. A few verses later, he went through difficult time. 

Consider the patriarch Joseph. He’s pictured in Genesis 40 rotting in prison; turn the page and he’s the Prime Minister of Egypt.

When John the Baptist started preaching, he instantly became the most successful and renowned evangelist in four centuries. But when we next see him, he’s sending word to Jesus from prison, asking, “Are You the Coming One, or do we look for another?” (Matthew 11:3)

In Matthew 16, Peter heard Jesus saying to him, “Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah.” Five verses later, he heard the same voice say, “Get behind Me, Satan!”

In 2 Corinthians 12, the apostle Paul talked about being caught up into the third heaven; a paragraph later he’s burdened with his thorn in the flesh.

In Revelation 1, the aged apostle John was banished from church and country, sentenced to lonely exile on a penal island; but by verse 10 he was in the Spirit on the Lord’s Day, caught up in heavenly visions to see the splendor of the enthroned Christ.

 King David, wrote  many Psalms. We love his writings because he seems to have known all the ups and downs of life as we do; and there’s a Psalm to match our every situation. Psalm 30 is an excellent example. It begins: “I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up.”

The Hebrew term David used for “lifted up” is the same word that was used for dipping a bucket down into a well and drawing up water. David was saying, “Lord, you reached into the grave and pulled me right out. I was almost gone.” Furthermore, notice the word “extol.” It means “to lift up.” The psalmist was saying, “I will lift You up in my praise, Lord, for You have lifted me up in Your mercy.”

David went on to describe how God had taken him from hurting to healing (verses 1-4); from weeping to joy (verse 5); from prosperity to poverty (verses 6-7); from mourning to dancing (verse 11), and from silence to singing (verse 12). He ended by saying, “You turned my wailing into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to You” (verses 11-12, NIV).

Psalm 30 simply reflects Scriptural realism. Life isn’t ideal; troubles hit us hard; we can be cast down. But God is faithful; His compassions never fail, for great is His faithfulness. He is all we need, our All-Sufficient Savior, our All-in-All. Whether we’re up or whether we’re down,Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

What ever be the situation now.. REJOICE IN THE LORD.... 






*David Jeremiah