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http://www.manavai.com/n_songs_138.htm - Kadalkonthalithu Bro.Dinakaran Songs

Pain not in Vain!

"Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us into pieces, but He will heal us; He has injured us but He will bind up our wounds" (Hos 6:1)

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"Why bad things to good people?" This question has not been satisfactorily answered. The understanding of God's nature as revealed in the Scriptures provides the key to unlock this mystery.

We are all too familiar with the redemptive names of God such as Jehovah-Jireh and Jehovah-Rapha. But there's another name by which God has revealed Himself: Jehovah-Makkeh, meaning, "I am the Lord who strikes the blow!" (Ezek 7:9).

Explaining the blessedness of God's chastisement, one of Job's friends said, "Though He wounds, He also bandages. He strikes, but His hands also heal" (Job 5:17,18). Prophet Hosea endorsed this ancient thought (Hos 6:1). Both the day and the night are God's (Psa 74:16). He has appointed the day of prosperity as well as the day of adversity (Eccl 7:14). Both woe and wellbeing proceed from the mouth of the Most High (Lam 3:38).

Hebrews Chapter 11, called the Faith Chapter, is the favourite of Christians everywhere. But what about the twelfth Chapter? The writer himself calls it a "forgotten" truth (v 5)! Majoring on Hebrews eleven and minimizing the teaching of the twelfth Chapter will leave us half-baked. Christian life is a race (Heb 12:1). Runners get rid of all unnecessary weight when they get set on the track. When unnecessary things occupy us, God gets angry. He is displeased when any pastime steals our prayertime, or the reading of a secular magazine sidelines Scripture meditation. All idols must be excluded from our life so the Lord alone may be exalted (Isa 2:17b,18).

Even blessings at times can blur spiritual vision and blunt spiritual sensitivity. Eternal values become obscure and earthly blessings become our objective. God cannot tolerate this. He is a consuming fire (Heb 12:29)! When everything seems to be going alright, He will suddenly send a storm. He is interested in the removal of everything that can be shaken so that only that which cannot be shaken may remain (Heb 12:27). He lays us down on our backs so we may look up! "The Heavenly Father never takes away anything from His children unless He means to give them something better," said George Muller (1805-1898) who illustrated in his times remarkable faith on God whether the passage was smooth or the going was tough!

Thank You LORD!

Bathing and Washing

"He who is bathed needs only to wash his feet;

otherwise he is completely clean" (Jn 13:10)

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Jesus quoted this proverb while He was washing the feet of His disciples. He wanted to teach them the difference between bathing and washing. He said that there was no need for them to bathe again. What was necessary was just washing of the feet. In Christian life, this beautifully illustrates the difference between Justification and Sanctification.

Justification is comparable to bathing. It's an instant cleansing by the Blood of Jesus. It's total. This cleansing by the Blood makes saints out of sinners instantly. "He who is bathed is completely clean!" There's no sin against him in God's record. The depth of God's love has thrown his sins into the bottom of the sea; its breadth has removed them as far as the East is from the West; its length has thrown them behind God's back; its height has caused them disappear like clouds (Mic 7:19; Psa 103:12; Isa 38:17; 44:22). The 4-dimensional love of God!

After we are justified or born again or regenerated, it is likely that in our daily "walk" our "feet" become dirty. Because we are sheep and no more pigs, we don't voluntarily and willingly walk into the gutter. Because the seed of God now remains in us we cannot happily and habitually commit sin (1 Jn 3:9). The only person who walked on the sin-stained earth without soiling his feet was Jesus. If we say we have no sin we deceive ourselves. We need daily "footwashing" by the Blood of Jesus!

Peter was known for extremes like some Christians. Either they would keep shouting, "Once Saved, Always Safe," and would not bother about frequent self-examination and cleansing. Or, every time they commit sin they would go on a guilt-trip as if they had lost their salvation, and pray to be born again "again." Jesus rightly said, "No bathing again; only washing!" Justification is an onetime event, a crisis experience, never to be repeated; whereas sanctification is a moment-by-moment ongoing process which gets completed only at the hour of final Glorification.

Dear child of God, away with the doubt and fear whether you would make it to the end or not? Here's the Biblical guarantee, if you keep loving God and following Him faithfully: "Whom He predestinated, these He also called; and whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified" (Rom 8:30). Hallelujah!

Gift for ALL :)

MOTHER'S PRAYER

'I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son

To know joy and feel His peace
His healing hands in yours
Willingly upon your knees
Like rain, the Spirit pours

My faith is a mustard seed
And so the mountain moves
Our God knows just what you need
His death is living proof

Your mother loves you dearly
Your Father loved you first
He sees your needs more clearly
He's seen you at your worst

And yet you are forgiven
Your sins are all washed clean
The Son died; and has risen
So you might be pristine

I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son

Kim Boore © 2009

Abide with me...

Jus soothes me....an old hymn...........

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Amazed @my MASTER!

Chosen before the foundations of the world,

Conceived first in my chief Architect's mind,

Customized accordingly with unique design,

Crafted under His perfect plan for His glory!

Brought already predestined two of His pieces,

Blended the DNA's & knitted inside the womb.

His eyes watched every single cell while woven,

HE fixed the date, time & place for my landing.

None in world can copy His fashion at all as,

None will match with my thumbprint or iris.

None is diligent enough to count my hairs,

No crazy lover will inscribe me on his palm.

Nothing or none is accidental or coincidence,

Not a single day rolls to me without His plan.

Everything ordained & recorded in His diary,

Everything good & bad shapes me for His plan.

Am my Master's piece, and so a masterpiece,

Always loved by Him & precious in His sight.

All His plans for me are for my good future,

Although sometimes cannot be understood.

As time swipes me from pimples to wrinkles,

As am getting crowned with silvered threads,

Your everlasting arms never tires to carry me,

You've promised never to leave or forsake me.

Teach me my Lord to walk always in Your ways,

Trusting You alone, obeying and following You,

Through the narrow way, thanking Thee always,

Till I reach Home to be with You forever & ever.

Saved to be lost in HIM alone!

Lost in battle, bruised and broken,

Looked all around and crestfallen,

Longing to restore me and pardon,

Lord I come to Thee, all forsaken.

Leaned on my own understanding,

Lost in unbelief, baffled thoughts,
Lost in fears and cares of this tent,

Lord I come to Thee, atlast all lost.

Neither this body can wear armor,

Nor have any strength to rise up,

Naked and wretched I come again,

Now as a weary wounded warrior.

Yes now am lost, bruised, wounded,

Yet I will come running to Thee -for

You alone went after one lost sheep,

You'll comfort, heal and restore me.

Clothe in Your Unconditional Love,

Surround with Your Steadfast Love,

Soak always in Your Unfailing Love,

So I cannot get lost in any vanities.

Lost in sins but saved by His blood,

Let my whole being be lost in Thee.

Lovely eyes still hunts the lost ones,

Life and love everlasting offers free.

Lost at His mindfulness, faithfulness,

Lost in my Father's daily tender care,

Lost once again in my Savior’s Love,

Lost because of His Amazing Grace!

Prayer of George Matheson

"Be Thou the strength of my heart. Be Thou its fortress in temptation, its shield in remorse, its covert in the storm, its star in the night, its voice in the solitude. Guide it in its gloom, help it in its faintness, prompt it in its perplexity, lead it through its labyrinth, raise it from its ruins. I cannot rule this heart of mine; keep it under the shadow of Thy Own wings."

George Matheson :
Scottish theologian George Matheson was the remarkable blind preacher and hymn-writer of 'O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go.' Born on March 27, 1842 in Glasgow, Scotland, he was totally blind when he wrote this heartwarming hymn.

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Called to be a Christian Woman

A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first, to find her.

Excerpt from John Piper's "The Beautiful Faith of Fearless Submission"
"A Christian woman does not put her hope in her husband, or in getting a husband. She does not put her hope in her looks. She puts her hope in the promises of God...She looks away from the troubles and miseries and obstacles of life that seem to make the future bleak, and she focuses her attention on the sovereign power and love of God who rules in heaven and does on earth whatever He pleases. She knows her Bible, and she knows her theology of the sovereignty of God, and she knows His promise that He will be with her and help her strengthen her no matter what. This is the deep, unshakeable root of Christian womanhood."

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.(Proverbs 31:30)

The Unfolding Rose

A young preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher 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 rose bush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing any of the 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 and unfold the rosebud while keeping every petal intact...

It wasn’t long before he realized how impossible this was to do.Noticing the young 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 sweetly,
Then, in my hands, they die.

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

So, I’ll trust in Him for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Him for His guidance
Each step of the Pilgrim’s way.

The pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
I’ll trust him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.

My LIFE

When it's all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did I live my life for you?

When it's all been said and done
All my treasures will mean nothing
Only what I have done For love's rewards
Will stand the test of time

Lord, your mercy is so great
That you look beyond our weakness
That you found purest gold in miry clay
Turning sinners into saints

I will always sing your praise
Here on earth and in heaven after
For you've joined me at my true home
When it's all been said and done
You're my LIFE when life is gone...

Be my Vision LORD

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;

I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;

Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;

Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;

Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:

Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,

Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,

May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,

Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

--St. Patrick

Lord, why is this?

I asked the Lord that I might grow,

In Faith and Love and every Grace,

Might more of His salvation know,

And seek more earnestly His face.

It was He who taught me thus to pray,

And He I trust has answered prayer.

But it has been in such a way,

As almost drove me to despair!

I hoped that in some favored hour,

At once He'd answer my request.

And by His love's constraining power,

Subdue my sins and give me rest!

Instead of this, He made me feel,

The hidden evils of my heart.

And let the angry powers of hell,

Assault my soul in every part!

Yes, more with His own hand,He seemed,

Intent to aggravate my woe.

Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,

Blasted my gourds, and laid me low!

" Lord, why is this? " I trembling cried.

" Will You pursue Your worm to death? "

" This is the way " the Lord replied,

" I answer prayer for Grace and Strength. "

These inward trials I employ,

From self, and pride, to set you free;

And break your schemes of earthly joy,

That you may find your all in Me!

--John Newton

You put the Devil out, but did you let him leave his bags?

You got out of a bad relationship because it was bad, but you are still resentful and angry.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You got out of financial debt, but you still can’t control the desire to spend on frivolous things.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You got out of a bad habit or addiction, but you still long to try it just one more time.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You said, I forgive you, but you can’t seem to forget and have peace with that person.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You told your unequally yoked mate that it was over, but you still continue to call.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You got out of that horribly oppressive job, but you are still trying to sabotage the company after you’ve left.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You cut off the affair with that married man/woman, but you still lust after him/her.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You broke off your relationship with that hurtful, abusive person, but you are suspicious and distrusting of every new person you meet.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

You decided to let go of the past hurts from growing up in an unstable environment, yet you believe you are unworthy of love from others and you refuse to get attached to anyone.
(you let the devil leave his bags)

When you put the devil out, please make sure he takes his bags!

What will you do?

If Jesus came to your home
to spend a day or two --
If He came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do.

Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room
to such an honored Guest,
And all the food you'd serve Him
would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him
you're glad to have Him there --
That serving Him in your home
is joy beyond compare.

But when you see Him coming
would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in
welcome to your Heavenly Visitor?

Or would you have to change your clothes
before you let Him in,
Or hide some magazines, and
put the Bible where they'd been?

Would you turn off the radio
and hope He hadn't heard,
And wish you hadn't uttered
that last, loud, hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music
and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in,
or would you rush about?

And I wonder -- if the Savior
spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing
the things you always do?

Would you go right on saying
the things you always say?
Would life for you continue
as it does from day to day?

Would your family conversation
keep its usual pace,
And would you find it hard each meal
to say table grace?

Would you sing the songs you always sing,
and read the books you read,
And let Him know the things
on which your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you planned to go,
Or would you, maybe, change your plans
for just a day or so?

Would you be glad to have Him
meet your very closest friends,
Or would you hope they stay away
until His visit ends?

Would you be glad to have Him stay
forever on and on,
Or would you sigh with great relief
when He at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know
the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person
to spend some time with you.

The Ballad of Father Gilligan

The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.

'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die;
And after cried he, 'God forgive!
My body spake not I!'

He knelt, and leaning on the chair
He prayed and fell asleep;
And the moth-hour went from the fields,
And stars began to peep.

They slowly into millions grew,
And leaves shook in the wind
And God covered the world with shade
And whispered to mankind.

Upon the time of sparrow chirp
When the moths came once more,
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.

'Mavrone, mavrone! The man has died
While I slept in the chair.'
He roused his horse out of its sleep
And rode with little care.

He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fen;
The sick man's wife opened the door,
'Father! you come again!'

'And is the poor man dead?' he cried
'He died an hour ago.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
In grief swayed to and fro.

'When you were gone, he turned and died,
As merry as a bird.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
He knelt him at that word.

'He Who hath made the night of stars
For souls who tire and bleed,
Sent one of this great angels down,
To help me in my need.

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,
With planets in His care
Had pity on the least of things
Asleep upon a chair.'

-- W.B.Yeats

God never gives up...

When Joseph was dropped into a pit by his own brothers, God didn't give up.

When Moses said, "Here I am, send Aaron," God didn't give up.

When the delivered Israelites wanted Egyptian slavery instead of milk and honey, God didn't give up.

When Peter worshiped Him at the supper and cursed Him at the fire, He didn't give up.

And when human hands fastened the divine hands to a cross with spikes, it wasn't the soldiers who held the hands of Jesus steady. It was God who held them steady. God, who would give up His only son before He'd give up on you.

God's business is putting things right. God never gives up.

HE cares for us...

This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa ..

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).

We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.

Another went to stoke the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubberperishes easily in tropical climates). 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following afternoon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot.

Could I honestly say, 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God would do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from my homeland.

I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door.

By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.

Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He would.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!'

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water Bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.'

Heavenly FATHER cares for us.........