MEN'S FELLOWSHIP DAY OUT TO KAVERI RIVER
NEW DAY ...NEW CHALLENGE!
Morning broke o'er distant hills,
Mountains were ablaze;
Down the pathway of my day
Spreading rosy rays!
All night shadows fled away,
Yesterday was gone;
Faced with challenge, there I stood
Welcoming the dawn.
One new day still petal-fresh,
One new day to dare;
One new day to laugh and lift,
To love, to work, to share.
When morn broke o'er distant hills
Chasing night away,
I met challenge face to face
At the break of day!
At Kaveri we were surrounded by these monkeys.
While we were cooking, one of the monkey took
one kilo packet of rice and feasted on it. Love your neighbor as theyself...!
Oh...sorry, this is not his neighbor,
his wife. (better watch out)
If you say "I love you" it is not enough...Show it!
Brother Josiah Ralte from out church
taught us "The Roles and Responsibility
of the Husband / Father". After we finished our
discussion, I truned back to see the
demonstration...Well let's go home and do
likewise.
Wednesday our Church (Banaswadi Bible Church)
men's fellowship had arranged a day out.
We chose to go and stay over night at Kavari
river bank a place called 'Muthathi'.
Most beautyful place. 12:30 in the night we
reached the spot, pitch dark, except the big
sound of river flowing we could see nothing.
The organizers have made all the arrangements.
They had marinated beef and mutton for
barbeque. You wont believe, after we arrived
past mid night, we began the barbeque, had a
wonderful time of fellowship. By the time we went
to sleep it was 3:00 am. When I wokeup in the morning,
the sun light through the hills and reflecting on the
river and the
tall trees and the
light penetrating
through the green
leaves and the shadow
created on the tree
trunks was breath
taking.
Take a look at those
beautiful pictures, this
is what I call God's
Art work.
THE LAW OF LIFE
The tree that never had to fight
For the sun and sky and air and light,
That stood out in the open plain
and always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king,
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky, and light and air,
Never became a manly man,
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow in ease;
The stronger wind, the tougher trees,
The farther sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength;
By sun and cold, by rain and snows,
In trees or man, good timber grows.
When thickest stands the forest growth,
We find the patriarch of both,
And they hold converse with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife. . .
This is the common law of life.