Words by Bob Hartman
Based on James 1:6

There will be winters in the seasons of our soul
With a cold and bitter wind that chills our lives
But our faith can be building a fire
That will warm us till springtime arrives

Hi

Greetings of the Season, May the Lord bless you, and fulfill His Purpose in you’re lives, if you have any Prayer requests, I’ll be interceding for all of you, send me a mail, at freddy@freddyjoseph.com , God willing I’ll be travelling to UAE, EUROPE early 2009, so remember me in you’re prayers,

fred

Hi,

My dear fellow mediocre, self-centred, materialistic, worldly, comfort zone cushion sitting, brothers and sisters, note the word “Fellow” i’ve used, which means it includes me as well, i have some interesting statistics to follow and also a nice map of India, showing it’s population in terms of religion, look at the Christian influence in our Nation, consider that Thomas the Apostle came here 2000 years back, is his fault or ours, i believe what Keith Green once said, “This generation of believers are responsible for this generation of People”

secondly latest world population and the percentage of India, China, Africa and the rest of the world, these three numbers themselves add up to 49%, Now God is at work and so are the Christians in Africa and China, what disturbs me is in India, fatted people like us ( not physically, then it would mean i’m the fattest , hahaha) want to always be receiving and never giving…… in terms of sharing their lives, houses, finances, to share the love of Christ to a lost world. Lord save us from ourselves,

Fred

Asia accounts for over 60% of the world population with almost 3800 million people. The People’s Republic of China and India alone comprise 20% and 17% respectively. Africa follows with 840 million people, 12% of the world population. Europe’s 710 million people make up 11% of the world’s population. North America is home to 514 million (8%), South America to 371 million (5.3%), and Australia 21 million.

“I know men and I tell you that Jesus Christ is no mere man. Between Him and every other person in the world there is no possible term of comparison. Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and I have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creation of our genius? Upon force. Jesus Christ founded His empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for Him.”

–Napoleon

A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act.

Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)

Jesus of Nazareth, without money and arms, conquered more millions than Alexander the Great, Caesar, Mohammed, and Napoleon; without science and learning, he shed more light on things human and divine than all philosophers and scholars combined; without the eloquence of school, he spoke such words of life as were never spoken before or since, and produced effects which lie beyond the reach of orator or poet; without writing a single line, he set more pens in motion, and furnished themes for more sermons, orations,discussions, learned volumes, works of art, and songs of praise than the whole army of great men of ancient and modern times.

–Philip Schaff

Socrates taught for 40 years, Plato for 50, Aristotle for 40, and Jesus for only 3. Yet the influence of Christ’s 3-year ministry infinitely transcends the impact left by the combined 130 years of teaching from these men who were among the greatest philosophers of all antiquity.

–Unknown

Buddha never claimed to be God. Moses never claimed to be Jehovah. Mohammed never claimed to be Allah. Yet Jesus Christ claimed to be the true and living God. Buddha simply said, “I am a teacher in search of the truth.” Jesus said, “I am the Truth.” Confucius said, “I never claimed to be holy.” Jesus said, “Who convicts me of sin?” Mohammed said, “Unless God throws his cloak of mercy over me, I have no hope.” Jesus said, “Unless you believe in me, you will die in your sins.”

–Unknown

Despite our efforts to keep him out, God intrudes. The life of Jesus is bracketed by two impossibilities: “a virgin’s womb and an empty tomb”. Jesus entered our world through a door marked, “No Entrance” and left through a door marked “No Exit.”

–Peter Larson

hi,

as you would know there was heavy rain last week, and water came into our house and almost 2 feet of water, causing enough damage, and it’s not the 1st time since ours is a lowline area, anyways we’ve descided to move out of our house, and keep this as an office and Fellowship place, so if you guys find any reasonable 3 or 4 bedroom house for rent do let me know,

fred

hi,

I need to know how many of you are from chennai, i am praying about starting a monthly once ” ENCOUNTER” MEETING FOR BELIEVERS with a purpose of DEEPER CHRISTIAN LIFE, it’ll be helpful to know from which location you come from as well……..

thanks,

freddy

I am fascinated by the contrast in the lives of Tendulkar and Kambli……… the first ball kambli faced in a ranji trophy match he hit for a six…… in his first seven test matches, he scored 2 double hundreds and 2 hundreds……… and after that lost his path……… Great potential means nothing………. without discipline and commitment….. read the following article and may be reflect upon what COULD HAVE BEEN………

The story of Sachin Tendulkar and Vinod Kambli, contemporary schoolboy champions who became international team-mates, is one of lifelong friendship.

It is also a story of middle-class comfort and working-class poverty, of fulfilment and disappointment, of discipline and distraction, of acquiescence and rebellion, and, ultimately, of what is and what might have been. As Tendulkar passed Kapil Dev’s record for the number of Test matches played by an Indian yesterday, Kambli watched from the stands, in the middle of finalising a divorce and dreaming of his next Bollywood film.

Kambli looks different now from the player who smashed 224 (still the highest by an Indian batsman against England) in Mumbai 13 years ago – my only Test on Indian soil. His waistline is thicker, what remains of his hair is braided back, a grey-flecked beard covers his face and, when he opens his mouth, attention is drawn to a diamond-encrusted molar.

He certainly looks more Bollywood than batsman although these days, as the likes of Kevin Pietersen and Mahendra Singh Dhoni suggest, the two are not mutually exclusive. In any case, Kambli, out of Test cricket for more than a decade, has not given up on a recall to the Indian team.

Kambli’s story begins in Bhendibazar, a poor and violent mainly Muslim suburb of Mumbai, and in the single-room chawl (slum dwelling) that was home to anything up to 24 members of his extended family. The small patch of land that served as his first cricket pitch was surrounded on all sides by high-rise buildings.

The scoring system was dictated by the lack of space, and the higher a batsman hit the ball into the buildings the more runs he scored. It explains why Kambli was one of the best over-the-top hitters of spin I have seen.

His talent was recognised early on, and with his school fees and travel money paid for, he was sent to Shardashram School and placed under the tutelage of a coach called Ramakant Achrekar.

He would rise at five, take the hour-long train journey to school, often sitting among the fish and the vegetables at the back of the train so that by the time he got to school he stank. In the afternoons and early evenings he would practise for five hours, often not returning home until after midnight, when his mother would feed him before he grabbed the five hours or so of sleep that nourished this cycle of sacrifice.

Tendulkar also travelled an hour by train to Shardashram School but at least he came from East Bandra, which, despite being looked down upon by the inhabitants of West Bandra, was a relatively comfortable middle-class suburb. It was at Shardashram where the two first met, when Kambli was 11 and Tendulkar was 10.

According to Kambli, Tendulkar was frozen by nerves on the day Achrekar came to select 50 youngsters for summer camp. “He was so tense that he was getting beaten each and every ball. Initially, he was told he wasn’t good enough and he started crying and begged for another chance. He came back with his brother, Ajit, the next day and his talent was there for all to see.”

The two became the most famous schoolboy cricketers in the land in February 1988 when, in a three day semi-final match against St Xavier’s College, they put on a world-record 664 for the third wicket. Tendulkar made 326* and Kambli 349*, innings that extended to over three pages of the scorer’s book. A mutual friend from those days says that Kambli is the only real competition Tendulkar has ever had.

Kambli remembers the carnage on the Azad maidan that day; that bowlers were crying and didn’t want to come back for the second day. Neither did the fielders, who were leg-weary from continually having to fetch the ball from miles away.

Kambli says that Achrekar had demanded that they declare overnight, a dictat that Tendulkar, the captain, ignored. It was only when Achrekar returned at lunch the following day that Tendulkar declared at 748 for two. But it was to be Kambli, not Tendulkar, who became the rebellious one.

Tendulkar made his debut for India in 1990, “taking,” Kambli says, “the elevator to the top whilst I took the stairs.” When Kambli’s chance came to join his friend in the team three years later, he made the most of it.

After a quiet start in his first two Tests against England, he scored that 224 in his third (putting on 194 with Tendulkar) followed by scores of 227, 125, 4, 120, 5, 82 and 57. Sixty-four runs in six knocks followed in the West Indies and after two more Tests against New Zealand he was dropped from the Test team. Despite averaging 63 for Mumbai, 59 in first-class cricket and 54 in Tests Kambli never played Test cricket again. Finished at 23.

He did have a problem against the short ball, often fending it off to gully, but it was his attitude as much as his batting which cost him his career. While Tendulkar played straight, Kambli swaggered to the crease in an earring and with experimental haircuts long before it was fashionable to do so, wore enough bling to made David Beckham blush, and drank openly when Westernisation was still frowned upon in certain quarters.

If he started playing now it is likely that he, not Tendulkar, would receive the biggest cheers (as Dhoni does) from crowds who find the combination of consumerism, cricket, celebrity and soap opera impossible to resist.

Instead, it is Tendulkar who is the megastar of Indian cricket while Kambli is recovering from a shin operation and hoping for another season or two as part of the Mumbai team before he calls time on his career. After that, Bollywood beckons. He has already starred in one film called Anaart.

Anaart translates into ‘disaster’ which, in box office terms, it was. He is lined up to star in another, a romance called Pal Pal K K Saath (Along With the Heart). As we walk through the Cricket Club of India during our evening together the waiters implore him to make a comeback rather than go into Bollywood. I’m not sure whether that is a reflection on his batting or his acting.

He is still close to Tendulkar. When they meet they do so alone, even though Kambli must be frisked first by the security staff who guard Tendulkar’s apartment. Kambli, like the England bowlers, thinks that his friend’s reactions have slowed a little, that he is hitting the ball squarer than he used to, that he is playing a little too conservatively and needs to try to dominate more, just as he did on the Azad maidan all those years ago.

Does he tell him? “You must be joking. We never talk cricket when we get together.” He also thinks Tendulkar will get a hundred in Mumbai.

Recently, Kambli was an honoured guest at the party to celebrate Tendulkar’s record-breaking 35th Test century. Since their schoolboy days together Kambli has always given Tendulkar a vada pav (a delicacy of fried potatoes in bread) for every hundred Tendulkar scored. This time, Kambli offered up 35 vada pavs.

Despite my promptings Kambli shows no trace of envy towards his old friend. After all, he says, it took Tendulkar six years longer to a get a Test match double hundred

‘If We Can Have Bullet For Bullet, Why Not Blast For Blast?’ The niece of Nathuram Godse, married to Veer Savarkar’s nephew, is the president of the Abhinav Bharat..

Till 2000, Himani Savarkar was an architect. That’s when she discontinued her practice to become the president of the Hindu Mahasabha. The 61-year-old Himani lives in Pune and her hardline Hindutva roots are well-entrenched. She is the daughter of Gopal Godse, the brother of Nathuram Godse, and is married to Veer Savarkar’s nephew. Himani is also the president of the Abhinav Bharat. Some members of the organisation have been linked to the Malegaon bomb attack of September 29. Himani spoke to Outlook. Excerpts:

How should India fight terrorism?

We must declare ourselves a Hindu rashtra where everyone is a Hindu. Anyone who isn’t should be declared a second-class citizen and denied voting rights. Those who have problems with this should leave and settle in other countries. The Hindu votebank must unite to vote out any government that fails to tackle terror. Then we must throw out the outsiders like Bangladeshis who live off India’s wealth and work towards destroying us.

What if people of other faiths reject your prescription and refuse to call themselves Hindu….

Then they are welcome to leave this country. Those living in Germany are called Germans, in England they are English, then why shouldn’t those living in Hindustan be called Hindus?
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Well friends i know most of us are living lives in our comfort zone, but don’t fail to take note of what the enemy ( DEVIL) is trying to do, we are now getting into the spiritual battle for India in a public way……. so start praying and fighting the powers and principalities of darkness………. or else don’t sit and whine before it’s too late,

freddy

When those atheists go to town Riazat ButtLondon: The first atheist advertising campaign in the United Kingdom has beaten its funding target in less than 24 hours, raising five times the amount needed to have its posters on city buses here.

Organisers of the campaign, which was launched on Tuesday, were seeking £5,500 to run advertisements in London saying “There’s probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life” on 30 buses for four weeks. By Monday night, individuals and organisations had pledged more than £28,000.

Writer Ariane Sherine suggested the idea in a Guardian ‘Comment is Free’ blog, saying an atheist bus campaign would provide a reassuring counter-message to religious slogans threatening non-Christians with damnation.

She said: “Ours is a fun and light-hearted message but it does have a serious point to it: that atheists want a secular country, we want a secular school and a secular government. The strength of feeling has been shown with so many people willing to pay for this campaign.”

Sherine said she was surprised by the level of support but was pleased with the extra money, which would finance a more ambitious campaign. “We could go national, we could have tube [subway] posters, different slogans, more buses, advertising inside buses. The sky’s the limit — except, of course, there’s nothing up there.”

Richard Dawkins, author of The God Delusion, will donate a further £5,500. His contribution is not included in the sum featured on the Just Giving website, nor is the Gift Aid supplement, which will add at least £6,000 to the total. The British Humanist Association has agreed to administer all donations.

Churches have responded favourably. The British Methodist church welcomed Mr. Dawkins’ “continued interest” in God, encouraging people to think about the issue. The Church of England said it would defend the right of any group representing a religious or philosophical position to promote that view through appropriate channels. — © Guardian Newspapers Limited, 2008

hi,

just back from an orphanage, was very touched to see the children, and met a couple who have trusted the Lord for great things and out of nothing, God has provided them great things, it built my faith to hear how God has provided, houses, vans, cars, provisions all this without any support from foreign countries or taking grants, God bless them, my malaysia number is +60125886204

one more week……. will be back in india,

fred