Beautiful Story

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. "Leave me alone," he growled.. To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away." The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone. Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.. "No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?" The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?" "See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile." "Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything." "This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it.." Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this. Is this man in trouble?" "This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.. "Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business." Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place." The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?" "Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." "And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?" "What business is that of yours?" I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company." "Oh." The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?" "No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty." "Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?" "Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice." The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer." The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said. "That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this." She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest She stared at him intently. "Jack, do you remember me?" Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar." "I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry." "Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.. "I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything.. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat." Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy." "I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register I knew then that everything would be all right." "So you started your own business?" Old Jack said. "I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business, that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you." There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you? " he said. "Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus... He led me to you." Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.. "On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And...And thank you for the coffee."

Hearing God's Voice

Hi,

The Other day at office, my friend sent me this beautiful story of a Man, who was eager to hear God's voice.. I really love the story when i read it, so i thought let me also post this to my blog, i hope it is not copyright and i don't see any label. Anyway here the story goes-

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Bible Study.

The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice

The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does God still speak to people?'

After service, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways..

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'God...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.

He shook his head and said out loud, 'God is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.

The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.

'Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.'

This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.

Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.

Half jokingly, he said out loud,

'Okay, God, I will.'

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi- commercial area of town.. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.' The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.

'Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here..'

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away..

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. 'What is it?'

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.' The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.

Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.'

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?'

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.

ZOMI MY PEOPLE - ZOGAM MY LAND

By Amasa Vaiphei
Friday, 27 February 2009
~ Amasa Vaiphei
Chung thang van ah sawltha a hung eng chang inA Siamtu Chung Pathian ka gel zing.Len gual zatam nuam in a leng dial dial ui…Pak gim tui in Gam tin a zem.Aw nang Ka Gam ka lenna Gam mun nuamZatam nun nuam ka bual nau.A sunga leng la vawnchawi zosia te’nChul mai ding in ka phal thei puai ZOGAM, chul lo zen in.
Tang tin leh Mual tin muisum in a bawm e..A gam thingle pak tin in a zemZuu leh vaa te’n nuam in zaila’n nau bang awiZOGAM pak luun zing hen a tiu.Sun ni hung sa’n, chul thinglim dap nuai ka bel.Zatam gen zou siktui ka dawn hi,Chung leng vaa te’n nuam in zaila’n awi in.Chenna Zolei aw a nuam ngei. This song really inspires me. My beloved Zomite, I want to draw a comparison of our People with the People of Israeli. Like the Israeli, we are sub-divided into different Tribes. Israel is comprised of Twelve Tribes, from the eldest Reuben Tribe to the youngest Benjamin Tribe. They were referred to as the Tribe of Benjamin or the Tribe of Judah or the Tribe of Gad of the Israeli. We should also refer to as the Tribe of Vaiphei, The Tribe of Paite, the Tribe of Zou, The Tribe of Simte and The Tribe of Teddim etc of the Zomi. When we talk of Zomi, it talks the Father like Israel, and when we talk of Vaiphei, Paite or Zou, it talks of the Children like those of Benjamin, Judah etc. In Vaiphei dialect, a person from Vaiphei Tribe has to be known as “Vaiphei Nam a mi, Zomi”. We need not speak one common language, there is no such law that declares One Nation has to speak one Particular language. We said it is the Language that divides us, I completely disagree. The way I see it, it is not the Language, but rather it’s your Attitude, your Mindset and the way you Think of Others is what divided us to this day. Whatever languages each Tribe has been spoken since Time immemorial are the languages of Zomi. It should be the national language for Zogam. We need to respect each tribe, their custom, language even the smallest in number. We need to regard each language important to the others even if they are smallest in number. No Tribe should claim majority and enforce authority over the other, because that would truly be dangerous. It could hamper the relation which could take years and years to fix it again. We need to represent the world as one Nation with multi- language. It does not matter as far as we are one.Let me tell you a story - There was once a Rich Man who is in charge of governing a Town. Different people lived there. When the funds for the development of the people have been sanction, he corrupts all the money and goes to his pocket. Time passed and he became richer and richer while his people grew poorer and poorer. One by one the People left the Town in search of a better place to live while some died of hunger. One day, a bunch of bandits attacked the Town, no one was there defend except the Rich Man. He cried out for help, but no one was there, he was killed and all his riches were plundered. There was another Rich Man who was too in charge of a Town where he dwells. He is a generous man who not only thought for himself but for the others too. Whatever funds come for the development of the Community, it was utilized appropriately. The Town flourishes year after year, and the People grew richer and richer, more developed than before. One day, a bunch of bandits attacked the Town, the Townsmen were well armed and prepared for it, The Rich Man cried for help, from corner to corner every young and old rushed to help. They thought their leader’s life is much more important than theirs. Such bonding, such love makes them strong and much stronger than the intruders. The Bandits were badly defeated, they will even think a hundred times before they even think of attacking the Town yet again.So my dear friend, which of the two Rich Man should you chooses? The Choice is still yours.Dear Friend, we have a land to lived, the place where our forefather dwelled, for generations to generations the place where we inhabited, our forefather called it Zogam, is where we belong, this is our land, this is our Home. But we need an acknowledgement from the government. We need recognition from India, that we have the right to call ourselves Zomi, yes that’s what we are; we have the right to replaced Churachandpur as Zogam. No one can deny us from this right. But we need a voice; we need a mass of people claiming our right. A mere single voice is too little to be paid attention for the Indian Government. Lets raise our Voice altogether. From my point of view, if Zomi Coucil is the governing body for the Zomi. It should act as a voice representing Zomi. It should comprise a member from each Tribe, if Paite Tribe has four members in Zomi Coucil, the Vaiphei or Zou or Simte or Teddim should also have four members each. The VPC of the Vaiphei Tribe could send three or four of its executive members as delegate in the Zomi Coucil. Similarly The PNC of the Paite Tribe, The UZC of the Zou Tribe, STC of the Simte Tribe and the others too. They should act as an executive member or a delegate elected fairly and appropriately. It should not be self –elected or self-proclaimed. Most importantly, No Tribe should claim majority to the others, or favors one over the other. We need a change in our system; we need an urgent change in our governing body. We are not oppressed physically but economically. We need to raise our voice to our Politician as ONE. We need proper connection of Roads with our neighboring states, we need regular electricity. Let the Zomi Coucil be strong to raise its voice. Let the people support and watch each others back. If the Politician does not comply, they should be ex-communicated from the Society. It is high time we have to do this. There is too little time we have now to talk about Clans or sub clans. I won’t even care if a Vaiphei Politician is ex-communicated if he/she does not do his job which he/she has been entrusted to. I won’t even think twice to vote against him/her, if it’s for the betterment of our People. Let us chose wisely for our leader, let us not be tempted anymore for money or clans or language or tribe to vote for the right person the next time we have an election. Remember; Vote not because he/she speaks the same language as you do, but because he will execute his job. In Zomi we can’t differentiate language or favors one language over the others. Favoritisms have done much damage to our society for a long time now, should we continue doing it? It’s your choice.A single stick can be broken so easily but if you tied those tiny sticks together, it is hard to break. Should we stand alone and fight alone or should we stand together and fight as one Nation? The Choice is still ours, my People.Like the US President Barack Obama said, “We will rise and fall as one Nation”. I called to you my People, let us rise as One Nation, and if we do fall let us fall as one People.

Source~ Zogam.com

Manipur Express Editorial

Hi I really love this Article, i really don't know who wrote it.. but i feel its a must to read the fact of our People and our Land....

Tuni Thupi: “Huan, TOUPAN Sodom leh Gomorra khaw tung ah van a TOUPA kianga kipan in kat leh mei a zu sak a..” -- Genesis 19:24

Toupa’n hon halmang khongding lauhuai
Lamka khawpi hih a neu tuk in a sung ah thil thupitak tak piang khia a, thil thupitak om in, thil thupi tak mah om beh seem lai ding hi. Neih le lam, sum le pai chih te khawpi sung ah nasa law mahmah in, bazaar sung lel a nikhat a sum kivei tuah tam petmah ding in I gingta hi.

Unau melhaih hun 1997-’98 lai in mi tamtak te neek le dawn ding neilou in I om uh a, meikuang paisuak bangkhawp in ann ngawl man pawl leng om hi. Tuaban ah, tamtak te mah in sum le pai neih sunsun te thautang man ding khawng in i zuak ua, huchih lai in kitat satlouh a building ana lam ziahziah leh mite taisan Inn le lou a na leithei ziahziah bang ana om hi.

Ei lawi i sihchiang un a manpha thei tawp in i kigen sek ua, i pianthak hun naktak in i sui uhi. I damlai a i nasep hoihloute genlou in, dang naal zeen in Vangam kai ding ngeingei in i ki gen naak khem uhi. Akhente’n OD/AIDS a si te leng ki zumpih mahmah in, sung na peuh chi in, anatna i puangzaak ngam hetkei uhi.

Drugs tawh kisai in Lamka khawpi peen khawpi neu mahmah himahleh, khawvel theih in Drugs leh HIV/AIDS munpi khat suak hi. Huaiziak mah ahi ding i lak ah NGO tamtak a hong piang zungzung a, Rehab centre ngial tam chihtak in hong tam hi. Kizuak (prostitute) tawh kisai in leng i maimai tuan kei uhi. Commercial sex worker chih nasan leng zum zounawn lou in i om ta a, zumna a i ngaihlouh pen changkanna khat leh civilized na khat himahleh, a zum huai zawng a angaituah in zum huai petmah hi. Ki zuakte tungtawn in i lakah natna hoihlou hong pung hat mahmah a theih ahi. Khawpi changkang dan a ngai i hivet leh, red light area bawlvet a, kizuakna mun mun thoveng a bawlkhiak a, routine medical check up neih hunta hi. Natna hoihlou i ki ban lawh zungzung sang un, Government theihpihna tawh kizuakte kiang ah license pia in, zalentak a gamtatsak hile uh tuasang in natna hoihlou a tawmzaw diam chih ngaihdan piangthei bang ta hi.

Zu leh khamtheih tuamtuam te’n thil hoihlou leh khelhna liantak in i ngai a, i ngaih ding mah leng ahi him hi. Himahleh, neekgukna tawh kisai in bangzahta in i ki siamtan theituan dia oi? Saptuam upa i lak ah bangzah mahni sepna (posting) na mun a om peih lou i om a? Saptuam thaunilh sumpung hawm a kipei leng a hunkhawp om i hi ka hia? Pharisaite’n Samari numei suang a adenlup dek lai un a kiang uah Jesu’n khelhna neilou pe’n in deng masa un a chih pian deuh un, zu zuak, kizuak, khamtheih hih leh adang dang te I mawhsak lai in, ei bang I hi tuan a chih te mahni kidotna dia poimawh mahmah ahi hi. Department tuamtuam ah bangzah fake appointment mu i om ua, i tate bangzah fake appointment ah i guanglut a, ahih kei leh, sepna bangzah in sum le pai seeng in i lei ua? Chih te ngaihtuah tham ching hi.

I lakah Pathian limsakna kichi leh khasiangthou halhsakna i ma mawh uh chih Biakinn a sermon pipen a hitawn tung hi. Biakinn kaiteng mah kai, thugen te’n lah a kibang ngen gengen mai, khawmpi chiang a ki naih khawm huhu, chialpi leh camp om teng a kilat thakna nei in, kha khat leng daihlah mahmahte I hih ziak in, I din mun uh theih haktak ah. Huaiziak in, khawvel in i mi hinna zou gawpta in, sum le pai etlahna a I dim luat ziak in, Saptuam leh Upate lak mahmah ah leng halhna tungtheilou adiam chih ngaihtuah tham ching hi. Bangteng hileh, zingkal phalvak ma a khitui kaikawm a, I gam leh Nam damsakna dia Pathian kiang a ana thumte ziak lel a I khawpi sung haalzaak a om nai tadihlou adiam? Pathian in Sodom leh Gomorro a halsiang bang a ei lak leng chik ni chiang in ahon halsiang dia chih ngaihngam huai lou hi.

Zan zingkal news i et leh, Tualnuam leh Mualkot khua kikal ah tulai nitak dak 6:00-7:30 vel in numei leh pasal omdan kilawmlou leh mitsip huai tamtak lampi gei leh lampi laitanpha ah muhthei ding om chih i sim kha hi. Tuabang a gamtang te bike, Honda Activa, maruti car ahihkei leh Gypsy zang uh hi’n kigen hi. Ginthu genle hang, numei naupang chikchik college kai khawng bang leng himaithei ua, huaiziak in nulepa ten leng tate etkai mahmah hun hi’n kilang hi. Toupa’n ahon halmang khawng ding lauhuai mahmah hi.


Source- Manipur Express date 15th February, 2008 Editorial.

My Brethren, Today I would like to clarify a few doubts you and I have about being Born Again in the life of Christianity. I was dwelling in this doubt for so many years, I could not get a genuine answer, however I believe God has clarified this doubt of mine when a thought struck my mind on this matter lately. I realized what a Born Again really means when Our Savior Lord Jesus spoke about this to Nicodemus.

That thought which comes into my mind is also related to the verse of John 3:16, “For God so loved the world that he sent his only son, for whoever believes in Him should not parish but have everlasting life”. God does not said that whoever does good deeds will be saved, He did not mentioned that whoever gives more will go to heaven but rather he says, “…. Whoever believes in Him, should not parish but have everlasting life”.
Let’s discuss what this really means. In Christian life, there are believers and knower’s. When I said, Knower’s, those who know Jesus is the Lord but does have no courage to accept as Lord and Savior, they are knower’s. Those include some religion other than Christian and also among many Christian too. We can see a few examples in the life of Zakai, Remember Zakai was a Tax collector and also indulge in all kinds of corruption and cheats. Zakai perhaps knows Jesus could be the son of God, Jesus could perform all sorts of miracles and wonders, he was eager to meet him, He knows Jesus could change his life, that moment Zakai knows Jesus but he does not believe in Him so his life has no change. He indulges in the same activities on the worldly matters, richness and self-pride.
However, when he actually met Jesus face to face, he was reformed; his life took a new path.He stood up and said to the Lord, "Look, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount." We are talking about that very change you have read in the Bible on the life of Zakai, his life when he knew Jesus and His life when he believed in Jesus.

Moreover, if you look at the life of Nicodemus in the Bible, he was a confused on what a Born Again really means when Jesus referred to him, but I believe he realized afterwards, as you find in the Bible. He appears three times in the Gospel: the first is when he visits Jesus one night to listen to his teachings (John 3:1-21); the second is when he states the law concerning the arrest of Jesus during the Feast of Tabernacles (John 7:45-51); and the last follows the Crucifixion, when he assists Joseph of Arimathea in preparing the corpse of Jesus for burial (John 19:39-42). If you observer carefully, there is a change in his life before and after he met Jesus Christ.

My dear friends, Salvation is a gift given to you by God out of Love. Jesus died on the Cross to save us, to save the world because God so love the world that he sent his only son, for whoever believes in him should not parish but have everlasting life (John 3:16).
If you believe in Jesus, a change should take place. You can no longer indulge in the same activities which you did before. Your life should take a new path- To Glorify God in everything you do, the praise his name in all the things you do…

Salvation is a Gift, its a gift like you gave it to somebody you love on his/her special day. The receiver could happily accept your gift, thank you and have it or He/She could throw it away, or give it to someone else.

Maban

Tunai cha December 2008 a khan, ka seppi te Numei khat Romania ah um toh houlim na ka nei nau achun, hiti hin ei gen ah, kei uh Romania gam hih, khanglai te kingawl sak leh nawp chen in a um gam tau ah, kuama a maban ding uh gel le um lo in, anawp dan chiat uh leh a nawpthei tawp ah enjoy in maban khual a tawm mama ziang ui, hiti hih ka hi zel uh a hi chun, future chu zero hi mai ding dan ahi ti ei gen ahi chun, puaknat um mama ziang ahi.

Tulai i Zogam ua, khangdawng te hinkhua i et uh ahi chun, i kilamdan nau aum in ka hepuai, lungzin'n aum mama ka sai. A ziak chu, khamthei ah leh, Numei leh Tangval ah thangtat in i hinkhua te uh mat zaw gua hileu hin a kilawm mama ka sai. I Zogam sung ua hitaleh Pawtlam ah um, Gam dang ah khosa te le khenkhat te i hithou ui. A diak ah ei Vaiphei Nam te ka gen ut diak ahi. Puaknat um mama chu, i unau teu Paite chate leh a dang dang te chanchin News ah i sim uh chun, Dan ah Zi leh Pawsal nei ding bang, chuleh nasep na lian taktak muthak mu ding leh sim ding a um zing mai hi, himaleh ei Vaiphei chate vang a tawm ah sim ding le um zou ta lou i bat na chang uh bang a um tai. Bangziak pen hiding ahem, ei mau leh ei mau kidawt a kul tai. I Vaiphei nam sung ah Officer rank ah nasep na mu sang ah, Zudawn buai leh Tingnuai mi lam ah buai ding ah kiphal phal na lai ding i bang ui. I din mun uh a niam ah, zia sang ah niam sak zawk ding i guat uh ahi chun vang i umdan ngai ua umleu hin le a khawk puai, hiziang maleh tupna kichian nei ah, Nam leh Gam ngaina tak tak i hi uh ahi chun, khamthei leh ki muda na te i pai thak uh a kul tai. Mi ngawl i hi puai ah, mi banglou le i hi diak puai, himaleh i taksap uh chu Gunchuna leh Sephatna ahi... Ei thingtang mi Zogam ah um te haw lak in Chanchinpha pawtlut tu i kitiu ah, a semdawk tu leh ga sua tu hiding in le Khanglai te'n pan la tai teu. Khawvel kitai tek na in le hattak leh hangtak in pangzawm hitiu in, pan la thak hitiu. Ahivang in Ei Siamtu Pa Pathian lunglam bawl a masa pen in koi leu hin chu Nam leh Gam khantou na leh ki iit na te in ma hung suan ding ahi.

Hi My dear beloved Brethren,
As we moved on with our life, time flys as it seems we really don't bother about it, the Year 2008, for some, it was a good year, however on the other hand, for the others, it could have been the worst year ever. But, let by gones be by gones, A NEW YEAR 2009 has begun, so i wish if we could pen down a few points on what we really want to achieve on this coming Year, an objective to acomplish, a lifestyle to change, an attitude to pick up and a new life to begin with. Yes Dear Friends, having hope and objective in life is what makes our life much worthy to lived with. You and I need a purpose to live in this world. The world here is a bad place, each one of us has the same thought, the evil thought which Lucifer has over GOD. The same pride and wanting of authority over the others is what driving us, the world mad. But overcoming the power of evil is a great challenge for us we christian.I wrote this message for me and my fellow Zillai ngaitak te, GOD is an awesome GOD we have, our happiness and sorrow is what we share with GOD in our day to day life. No Doubt about the song-"What a Friend we have in JESUS..", i believe, no one shares all there worries, problems, doubts and saddness as much with GOD to your parent or friends or spouse. So, my dear Friends, lets buckle up our belt and put on the helmet of truth to serve GOD. No matter what you do, no matter where you are GOD is there to help you, guide you to the right path. In this NEW YEAR, Lets do something for our people.. lets do something good and productive for our land and people, lets do the will of GOD, so we could receive the blessing of GOD, which we long for so many years.. let 2009 brings prosperity and success to all the VAIPHEI CHATE and to all The ZOMIS. Lets turn our ways back to GOD the ALMIGHTY..
Quiet recently i have received an Articles from Layman Evangelical, there was a story about "Judge Not", it touches my heart after i read it, because i am also a person, sometimes don't see of my wrongdoings but very eager to accuse someone of their mistake. This is something which i really want to change. God don't permit us to judge others on their appearances, but rather prayed for the weaker. I have written down the story below, i hope you all received the blessing of God through this wonderful story. GOD BLESS YOU ALL.

“Judge Not”

Paul Rader was a big, strapping foot­ball player in his college days. Later on, he ascended the corporate ladder to head the City Service Oil Company and became an imposing figure on Wall Street. Then he got saved and obeyed God's call to preach, taking up the much humbler position of an assistant pastor in Pittsburgh.
In short, Paul Rader's sacrifice for the service of God was so impressive that nobody could have imagined him enter­taining false gods in his life.
One week, a former missionary was invited to speak in his church. Paul took one look at him and shook his head. This man seemed a little frail and, strangely enough, was wearing a flimsy-looking suit of crinkled brown silk. When he rose to speak, out came a soft, delicate voice that was hardly audible. As he spoke about the work in China, he constantly took his handkerchief and dabbed his mouth in a genteel motion.
Rader thought to himself, "This mis­sionary is not a man at all!" When the serv­ice was over, Rader wasted no time. He confronted the missionary and asked, "Sir, why are you such a sissy? You call yourself a man of God, but look at the way you dress and the way you talk! I don't think you are much of a missionary."
The man calmly explained, "I was in China for twenty-five years and, by the time I left, all my western clothes had long been worn out. The believers in my village came together to make me a suit, shirt and tie. They could afford some silk. They didn't have a machine, so they stitched it by hand. I'm sorry if this suit offends you."
The missionary took his handkerchief and dabbed his mouth. Rader's frown betrayed his disgust.
The missionary continued, "As for my voice ... I did a lot of street preaching in China and was often beaten up for it. Once, a gang savagely attacked me and a man jumped on my neck. My larynx is permanently damaged and my salivary glands are out of control."
Rader felt a lump in his throat. Thor­oughly embarrassed by his brashness by now, Rader mumbled an apology and beat a hasty retreat. He descended to the church basement, found a pile of coal and fell face down on it. He cried out to God, begging forgiveness for his idiocy and bad judgment. He committed himself to serve the Lord, just as this brother had done.
From that day on, Paul Rader was a man with a missionary heart. With great zeal, he influenced many thousands of young men and women to give them­selves for foreign missions.