I THIRST

His arms nailed to the Cross;

His heart bleeding for you…
His soul grieving for you…
Don Bosco Utume September 28, Sunday: Issue 70
He whispered "I thirst".
"I thirst – for you, My child; • Jambo You(th) is a weekly news letter aimed at helping the Youth in moulding their daily
Wandering in the wilderness, lives in Christ.
Lost in the realm of this world- • Our vision is expressed in just two phrases:
Return to My fold… GOOD CHRISTIANS and RESPONSIBLE CITIZENS.
"I thirst - for your salvation;
And, forgiveness of your sins. Pep-up : Stories for Reflection
It's burden heavy on Me- To the Young : Four Wives

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I long to set you free… Points to Ponder : The Cure for Worry

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"I thirst – for your love;
Love none other, but Me.
Just 'cos I loved you first-
And yearn to hold you to My breast...
"I thirst – for your trust;
And, your complete surrender.
Casting your cares on Me –
For My yoke is easy – and My burden light".
By Suma Thomas
Last Drop
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room ...
...and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side of which came a sound of
scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped
on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room
before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here,
and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side
of death, but I do know one thing...I know my Master is there and that is enough."
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Saint of the Week : Holy Guardian Angels
Poem : I Thirst!
Last Drop : On the Other Side
No Charge for Love!
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising for 4 pups and set
about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt
a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one
of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These
puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a hand-
ful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the
doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his
face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the
doghouse.. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid.
Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its
best to catch up.... "I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down
at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play
with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of
his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching
itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too
well myself, and he will need someone who understands."
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he
handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy.
"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

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 Four Wives
There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned
her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her
nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He was very proud of her and
always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant was always in great
fear that she might run away with some other men. He too, loved his 2nd wife. She was a
very considerate person, always patient and in fact was the merchant’s confidante.
Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she
would always help him out and tide him through difficult times. Now, the merchant’s 1st
wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth
and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not
love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. One
day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought
of his luxurious life and told himself, “Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I’ll be
alone. How lonely I’ll be!” Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “I loved you most, endowed you
with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you
follow me and keep me company?” “No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away
without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant’s heart.
The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, “I have loved you so much for all my life. Now
that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?” “No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life
is so good over here! I’m going to remarry when you die!” The merchant’s heart sank and
turned cold. He then asked the 2nd wife, “I always turned to you for help and you’ve al-
ways helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and
keep me company?” “I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!” replied the 2nd wife. “At
the very most, I can only send you to your grave.” The answer came like a bolt of thunder
and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out : “I’ll come with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.” The
merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suf-
fered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, “I should have taken much
better care of you while I could have !”
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives ……. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how
much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it’ll never leave with us when we
die. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to oth-
ers The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for
us when we’re alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. BOTTOMLINE!
“The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sen-
sual pleasure. Guess what ? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go.
Perhaps it’s a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we’re
on our death-bed to lament.”
There are very few things we can achieve without someone's help. Anon
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Cure for Sorrow
There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In
her grief, she went to the holy man and said, "What prayers, what
magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life?"
Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her,
"Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sor-
row. We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman
went off at once in search of that magical mustard seed.
She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said,
"I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is this such
a place? It is very important to me."
They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and be-
gan to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen them.
The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor,
unfortunate people than I, who have had misfortune of my own?"
She stayed to comfort them, then went on in search of a home that
had never known sorrow. But wherever she turned, in hovels and in
other places, she found one tale after another of sadness and misfor-
tune. She became so involved in ministering to other people's grief
that ultimately she forgot about her quest for the magical mustard
seed, never realizing that it had, in fact, driven the sorrow out of
her life.
SAINT for the WEEK
October 2 Holy Guardian Angels
Christ speaks of the guardian angels for children (Matt 18: 10), and in Acts 12: 15 we
read that some early Christians thought they had seen St. Peter’s angel. This Jewish
belief in our ‘heavenly counterpart’ – also implied in the writings of the Greek philosopher
Plato – was made specific in a famous early Christian text, the ‘Shepherd’, by Hermas in
the 2nd cent. Although some church fathers had doubts about the issue, an early cele-
bration of the feast of St. Michael Archangel also speaks of the angels as being our
guardians. In this country, devotion to the angels was strongly developed by theologians
(e.g. Herbert Bishop of Norwich +1119, Reginald of Canterbury). Honorius, of Autun in
Burgundy (+1151), wrote that each soul is entrusted to the care of a particular angel,
protecting soul and body and offering prayers for the individual to God. The actual feast
of the Guardian Angels, as separate from the Archangels Michael, Gabriel and Raphael,
originated in 15th/16th century Spain, Portugal and Austria; it was made universal in
1670.
Success is never ending, failure is never final. Dr. Robert Schuller
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