<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128</id><updated>2012-01-12T11:05:17.322-08:00</updated><category term='mary'/><category term='story'/><category term='story of Christmas'/><category term='nativity'/><category term='martha'/><category term='eden'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='death'/><category term='eve'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='annunciation'/><category term='kingdom of heaven'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='mariam'/><category term='easter'/><title type='text'>Stories that shaped our Civilization</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128.post-1938019482827653699</id><published>2010-11-19T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T05:13:06.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annunciation'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Hill Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TOfJEEUiahI/AAAAAAAAAxE/KjHOmbDcwYM/s1600/sigliki-roman-road-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TOfJEEUiahI/AAAAAAAAAxE/KjHOmbDcwYM/s200/sigliki-roman-road-05.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mariam has been climbing up the steep mountain path all day. She started her trip with her brother early in the morning from Nazareth, her hometown, much earlier than the rooster crowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariam was going to see her aunt, Elizabeth, who lived in the hill country of Judea, which was two days journey on foot. Elizabeth’s husband was a priest in the temple at Jerusalem. A year ago Mariam had gone to see Elizabeth with her parents. But this time her parents were busy making arrangements for the forthcoming wedding of Mariam. For a young woman to make such a trip alone was risky, so she sought the company of her brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was not easy for Mariam to get the permission of her parents to make this trip. When they asked her why she wanted to make such a long trip while her wedding was so near, she evaded a direct answer. She simply said she wanted to get the blessing of her aunt before the wedding. She sounded adamant, and her parents didn’t have a choice but to let her go. All they could do was to pray for her and hope that she would return safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariam was going to be married to Joseph. The betrothal, the initial ceremony of wedding, was over. She circled Joseph reciting blessings, and rings were exchanged with the declaration, “&lt;em&gt;Behold, you are consecrated to me by this ring according to the Law of Moses and Israel&lt;/em&gt;”. The betrothal was about a couple of months ago, and she had to wait for a few more months for the main ceremony of the wedding. The two parts of the wedding were usually held at least a year apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always there were travelers on this path going back and forth. Jerusalem, the center of their economic, religious, and political life, was in Judea, and Galileans frequently travelled south to Judea for various purposes. Mariam and her brother managed to join a group of travelers. Most of them were farmers taking their produce on their donkeys. It was always safe to be with a group; for certain spots on the way were notorious as the hideout of thieves. Whenever the group halted, they got a chance to give some rest to their worn-out feet, to take a sip of water, and to eat a bite of bread. Mariam had a bag on her back with some dry bread and some water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the end of the day, they found an open space to rest for the night. The other people in the group were nearby. She raised her eyes to heaven and thanked God for keeping her safe so far in the journey. She was sure that God would take care of her in the rest of her trip. She recited a familiar psalm in her mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I raise my eyes toward the mountains. From where will my help come? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was sure that God would take care of her during her sleep. She continued to recite the psalm in a low voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;God will not allow your foot to slip; your guardian does not sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Truly, the guardian of Israel never slumbers nor sleeps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was also sure that God would take care of her throughout her journey. She continued to recite the psalm, and her brother joined her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The LORD will guard you from all evil, and will always guard your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The LORD will guard your coming and going both now and forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she meditated the psalm, her mind stayed focused, and it rose to a higher meditative level. She had learned to meditate from her parents even when she was a child. She enjoyed keeping her mind still on God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One thing I ask from the LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this only do I seek: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that I may dwell in the house of the LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;all the days of my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to gaze on the beauty of the LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and to seek him in his temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Along with the psalmist, she sought only one thing—the beauty of the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She began and ended her days reciting psalms. Every Sabbath day she went to the local synagogue with her parents and siblings. That was an opportunity to learn the scriptures and to meditate along with her community. The psalms she recited and learned by heart in the synagogue helped her in times of need. Almost every year she went on a pilgrimage to the temple at Jerusalem with her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growing up the midst of her people, she shared the joys and pains of her community. The one biggest pain of her community was that they were denied freedom in their own land. They were in slavery. The sight of Roman soldiers made them feel as if God had abandoned them. It remained a mystery that God allowed them to remain in slavery. If God really cared for them, how could they be slaves to the Romans? She often asked this question to herself, and in the absence of any convincing answer, she consoled herself that God might be testing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even recently the rabbi in the synagogue talked about how much they suffered from Romans, which made her pray intensely for freedom. The only hope was for God to intervene, as who else could save them from the Romans? They hoped against hope that God would soon raise a king to the throne of David, who would liberate the nation from the Romans. A king in the throne of David! That has been the dream of the nation for centuries. Will that dream ever come true? The rabbi earnestly pleaded them to pray day and night for a successor to King David. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariam’s vision happened a few days later. It was an afternoon, and she was relaxing inside her home after helping her mother with cooking and other household chores. An angel of God appeared to her. The angel introduced himself as Gabriel, the chief messenger of the Almighty. The angel told her that she was going to give birth to a baby who would become the king, the one who would liberate the nation from the Romans. The angel even suggested the name of the baby-- Yeshu, which means “Jehovah is savior”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is true that Mariam had earnestly wished for a king, but she hadn’t expected that she would be the primary means through which this would happen. It raised a multitude of questions in her mind. If a baby is born to her, a poor village peasant girl, how will this child ever rise to the throne of David? Moreover, being unmarried, she has not known a man. Is it going to happen before or after marriage? In answer to all her questions, the angel responded calmly that God would take care of everything. Wasn’t David himself a mere shepherd boy before God raised him to be the shepherd of the nation? In order to prove to Mariam that nothing was impossible to God, the angel referred to an example of God’s power—Elizabeth, her aunt, has conceived a child in her old age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elizabeth’s pregnancy was news to Mariam. If God could give Elizabeth a baby in her old age, God can certainly raise Mariam’s baby to the throne of David. If God would take care of everything, all that she would have to do is to surrender herself to the will of God. She said, "Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slowly the vision faded away, and when Mariam was aware of her surroundings, she was not sure if she could believe the vision. Was it true? Or, was it just a dream? She said to herself that it might have been a dream. Who would believe that her baby was going to be the divine king? If she told this to others, they would surely laugh at her. So she kept it to herself. She didn’t dare to share this vision with anybody, even with her own parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As days passed, a thought started growing in her—what if it was a true vision from God! That is when it struck her. There is an easy way to find out if the vision was true or not. The angel mentioned the miracle that happened to Elizabeth. If she is pregnant with a baby, then surely the vision has to be true. That is how Mariam decided to make this trip to the Hill country to visit Elizabeth. She wanted to find out for herself if her vision was true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mariam slept comfortably under the stars. The next morning, she woke up and continued her journey with her brother. She didn’t know what lay ahead in her life. It was certainly going to be an adventure trip. But she was excited to take each step because she knew that it was a journey with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38910128-1938019482827653699?l=kunnathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/1938019482827653699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38910128&amp;postID=1938019482827653699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/1938019482827653699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/1938019482827653699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-hill-country.html' title='A Trip to the Hill Country'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TOfJEEUiahI/AAAAAAAAAxE/KjHOmbDcwYM/s72-c/sigliki-roman-road-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128.post-6717020749890424686</id><published>2010-03-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:01:09.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha'/><title type='text'>The Depths of Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/S6UapkHJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1reWVj1fS8Y/s1600-h/marymartha.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/S6UapkHJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1reWVj1fS8Y/s200/marymartha.png" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Mary's Story of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am Mary, the younger sister of Martha and Lazarus. I want to tell you the story of how Jesus became a brother to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have very little memory of our parents because they passed away when I was five or six years old. Some kind of contagious disease took away the lives of countless men, women, and children in our village. My sister was married at that time, and she lost her husband too. Somehow we three survived. My brother was about ten and my sister was about fifteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still a child, and our brother was a playful little boy. The burden of the family fell upon my sister. Although she was only a teenager, she had to become a mother to us. I don’t know how exactly she managed the family. Of course we had the support of some distant relatives, but my sister had to work all day in other people’s homes and farms to make a living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t need to tell you how hard life had been to us. I often found my sister very depressed and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was keeping herself alive only for us. One day, I remember, she embraced both of us and cried for a long time. She said she was almost going to kill herself, but somehow the thought of leaving us orphans withdrew her from that attempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus happened to visit our village at that time. We had heard a lot about Jesus. We had heard that he was a friend of the poor and the sick. When he came to our village, we were fortunate to see him and listen to him. His words were magical. His very presence brought peace of mind. Being in his presence was like being in God’s presence. I couldn’t understand all that he said, but he always loved to tell us stories, which we enjoyed very much. Moreover, he always enjoyed playing with children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus’ arrival in our village brought about a radical transformation in Martha. She began to develop a thankful attitude. I couldn’t see her crying and depressed any more. We often heard her quoting Jesus, who had made a lasting and deep impression upon her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a few months, Jesus came to our village again, and we were all excited to see him. We, the children, flocked around him to laugh with him, to play with him, and to listen to the little stories he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus, knowing all about our family, had become a special friend to us. He was so kind as to visit us. My joy had no bounds. Jesus, the man of God, was sitting there inside our home! I was so proud when people rushed in to his presence to hear him speak or just to have a peep of how he looked like. He had been a celebrity in all of Galilee and Judea. My sister was very much excited too. Being the head of the family, she was very much concerned about how to host Jesus and the people who accompanied him. She was worried about preparing food for everybody. She found herself helpless as my brother and I were still children. Being so young, I couldn’t sense what was going on in her mind. I was with the other people intently listening to Jesus. Jesus’ words mesmerized us and we had even forgotten where we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Martha came into such an oasis of tranquility with an outburst of anger from her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sent tremors of shock to everyone sitting there except Jesus. He was apparently untouched by her words. All eyes fell on my sister. Obviously her heart was full of anger and frustration. She didn’t mean to make such a scene, but it just happened. In an apologetic tone she said to Jesus that she had such a lot of work at home, and that even her own sister didn’t help her with all that. That is when I realized that I was the cause of such a humiliating scene. I felt very bad. The eyes of all people turned on me. I knew what they all were saying to me in their mind: Bad girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt so much pain within me. From the heights of joy, I fell down to the depths of sadness. I had never felt such shame and pain in all my life. I began to cry. I didn’t know what else to do. Jesus saw the frustration in my sister’s heart. He also saw the pain within my heart. While all the eyes around me were looking at me with anger, Jesus stretched his arms toward me, and I walked toward him. He held me close to him and patted on my head and cheeks gently. I could feel a gush of love flowing into me and filling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had never felt such love even from my own Mom and Dad. I pressed my face against the palm of his right hand. He must have felt the warmth of my tears of joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister felt guilty for making me so sad. She also felt ashamed for making such a scene while Jesus was there. We all were wondering what Jesus was going to say. Would he be angry? Would he leave our home never to return? Contrary to our expectation, he opened his mouth and spoke so gently and softly. All the darkness of anger, sadness, and frustration simply vanished from there like fog in the sunlight. His words were full of love and care. Holding me closely, he talked to my sister: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Martha, I can see your heart. I understand your situation. I know the immensity of your burdens. God knows it too. You are within the care of your loving heavenly father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"More than anything else, what you need is a strong mind. Your path of life is rough, and only a tough mind can lead you along that path. Do not carry any burdens within your mind. Place all of them at the feet of your heavenly father, and free yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Let your mind be on top of everything. Like Mary, this younger sister of yours, forget everything else for some time, and sit here with us.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hearing these words of love, my sister sat there with us and listened to Jesus. After some time, Jesus said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Come, let us all go and help Martha”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Standing in the kitchen, Jesus said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Look Martha, how many helpers God has given you! Just tell us what to do!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With this incident, Jesus became an older brother to us. Almost a year after that incident, my brother became sick. We sent for Jesus, but he couldn’t come right away. My brother died, and four days after his funeral, Jesus came. When he saw my sister and me crying, he also cried with us. He walked with us to the tomb, and he asked us to open the tomb. We opened. Jesus asked my brother to come out of the tomb, and he got up as if from sleep, and came out of the tomb! He is still with us alive and healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38910128-6717020749890424686?l=kunnathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6717020749890424686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38910128&amp;postID=6717020749890424686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/6717020749890424686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/6717020749890424686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/2010/03/depths-of-sadness.html' title='The Depths of Sadness'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/S6UapkHJ4dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/1reWVj1fS8Y/s72-c/marymartha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128.post-4099863822616718510</id><published>2008-02-10T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:50:16.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>The Lesson they Failed to Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRnOD4TMBWI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrkFGXHBFKQ/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267467805234300258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRnOD4TMBWI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrkFGXHBFKQ/s320/adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Story of Adam and Eve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lord made a beautiful garden in Eden, which had numerous fruit trees in addition to countless flower plants. It also had several different kinds of animals living peacefully. The garden was watered by four streams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lord appointed two human beings—a couple—to take care of the garden. They were called Adam and Eve. They named all the plants and animals and took care of their well-being. In return for doing their job, they could stay in the garden and eat from there. They had the freedom to eat from any fruit tree in the garden except one – a special fruit tree at the center of the garden. It was called The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and the Lord reserved it for himself. The fruit of this special tree had magical power to provide extraordinary knowledge and vision to those who ate it. The Lord enjoyed such knowledge and vision, and did not intend the human beings to obtain such extraordinary knowledge and vision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was also another kind of magical tree in the garden called The Tree of Life, which had fruit that imparted immortality to those who ate it. The Lord, having eaten them, was immortal. However, unlike the other tree, there was no restriction about this one. But the human beings didn’t know about it, and so they didn’t bother to eat from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adam and Eve did not worry much about the fruit they were forbidden. They had already got enough fruit in the garden, and they thought that this one fruit was not going to make any difference in their lives. They were not aware of the magical power of this tree. They continued in good terms with the Lord, and they waited eagerly to receive the Lord daily when he visited the garden in the evenings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As time passed, Eve got friendly with a snake in the garden. From the snake, Eve learned that it was a very special tree, and its fruit would give them extraordinary knowledge and vision. Eve shared the information with Adam. Considering the advantages of eating the fruit, they forgot all about their agreement with the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They ate the fruit, and immediately they saw its effects. They realized that they obtained the power to see what they couldn’t see before. They also miraculously acquired the knowledge of what was good and what was evil. Because of this knowledge, right away they felt ashamed of their nakedness, and they tried to cover their body with leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the evening, as usual, the Lord came to the garden. When they heard the Lord’s footsteps, they hid themselves behind the bush. The Lord had to call aloud to get them out into the open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Lord rightly guessed the reason for such behavior from them. When the Lord asked, “Did you eat the fruit?” Adam had the option to take the responsibility for his action and to say sorry. However, he didn’t have such knowledge. Although they gained the knowledge of good and evil, they didn’t know how to mend the broken relationship with the Lord. Lacking that essential knowledge, their newfound knowledge turned to be a curse rather than a blessing to them. Adam placed the blame on Eve, and thereby on the Lord for letting her be in the garden as his mate. Following Adam’s example, Eve also placed the blame on the snake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adam and Eve proved irresponsible. They were unfit for the job. How could they be trusted with bigger things if they couldn’t be trusted with such a little thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thus they had to learn the basic lessons of life in the hard way. Adam and Eve and their descendents have been out of the garden since then, suffering the consequences of their actions. They have the ability to distinguish between good and evil, but still they haven’t learned how to maintain healthy relationships. They haven’t learned the importance of being responsible either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;.............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Read more stories like this at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.lulu.com/johnkunnathu"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://stores.lulu.com/johnkunnathu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38910128-4099863822616718510?l=kunnathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/4099863822616718510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38910128&amp;postID=4099863822616718510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/4099863822616718510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/4099863822616718510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/2008/02/lesson-they-failed-to-learn-story-of.html' title='The Lesson they Failed to Learn'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRnOD4TMBWI/AAAAAAAAABw/hrkFGXHBFKQ/s72-c/adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128.post-6196038964768603559</id><published>2007-12-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:56:10.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story of Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom of heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Story of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/Sxkd4V9rO2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ij8ec8IMs_k/s1600-h/angel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411389281068071778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/Sxkd4V9rO2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ij8ec8IMs_k/s320/angel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Once upon a time the earth was a part of the mighty Kingdom of Heaven. In those days earth was a place of love, joy, and peace. All the inhabitants of heaven and earth lived like a family caring for one another. Poverty and sickness were unheard of, and nobody was worried or sad about anything. No one did any crime; there were no prisons, courts, judges or lawyers. Nobody fell ill, and so there was no need of doctors or nurses or hospitals. The earth was a blessed place of plenty and prosperity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, this state of affairs didn’t last long. A suspicion about the motive of the Heavenly King crept into the minds of the earthlings like an ugly snake. Eventually, the Heavenly King was grossly misunderstood, and the good, father-like King was seen as a merciless tyrant. Thus a tiny suspicion slowly grew up to become a huge wall of hatred that separated the earth from the Heaven. There also rose walls of hatred among people dividing them based on gender, race, color, caste, class, and what not! Generations passed one after another, and they even forgot that the earth was once a part of heaven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When life continued so miserable, they blamed it all on the king of heaven. They believed that the King was making them suffer for rebelling against him. If the problem is the king’s displeasure, the solution must be to please the King. From time to time they devised ways to please the Heavenly king in order for him to stop his enmity toward them. The ways they devised differed from place to place and from time to time. The proponents of each way claimed theirs to be the only true and right way to please the king, which only served to create even more walls that further separated the earthlings. They sacrificed themselves and killed others for their beliefs. Thus the earth, which was once a heaven, degenerated into a hell!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When the condition of the earth became so bad, the King of Heaven sent the Prince to the earth to let the earthlings know that he had had no enmity whatsoever to them. The prince of heaven arrived on the earth as a human child. The angels in Heaven were overjoyed at this cosmic event because they were fully aware of its importance. However, the earthlings, in their blindness, remained asleep in that night when the angels of Heaven flew around the earth and Heaven proclaiming the good news of the Prince’s arrival. They couldn’t imagine that the Prince of Heaven would arrive on the earth as the child of a poor village girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The Prince of Heaven grew up among the earthlings as one among them, learning their culture and their language. As he grew up, he told them the truth about the King of Heaven that he had had no enmity toward them. He told them that the King loves them all like His own children in spite of their enmity, and he advised them to love their enemies following the example of their heavenly father. He asked them to communicate to the king of heaven as follows: Our father in heaven, let thy kingdom come, and let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If only they had listened to him, the walls of hatred would have collapsed, and the earth would have become heaven. But their deep-rooted misunderstanding wouldn’t budge so easily. They misunderstood the Prince too. Soon they made false accusations on him, and murdered him. The Prince returned to Heaven, and has been seated at the right hand of the King.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t202" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="202" path="m,l,21600r21600,l21600,xe"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t202" style="'position:absolute;" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:textbox style="'mso-fit-shape-to-text:t'"&gt;   &lt;![if !mso]&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="'text-align:justify;line-height:12.0pt'"&gt;&lt;span style="';font-family:Georgia;color:#333333';"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;      &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;      &lt;v:formulas&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;       &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;      &lt;/v:formulas&gt;      &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;      &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt;     &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:159pt;"&gt;      &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Owner\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz" title="MCj04099970000[1]"&gt;     &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;![if !mso]&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;/v:textbox&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Each time we celebrate Christmas, we remember the golden past of the earth when all people lived as a family. We also remain hopeful that the earth can once again regain such a state by clearing the misunderstandings that still remain deep-rooted in human hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38910128-6196038964768603559?l=kunnathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/6196038964768603559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38910128&amp;postID=6196038964768603559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/6196038964768603559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/6196038964768603559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-christmas.html' title='The Story of Christmas'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/Sxkd4V9rO2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ij8ec8IMs_k/s72-c/angel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38910128.post-117580240738952307</id><published>2007-04-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:24:31.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Death, the Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRoNDT6MoMI/AAAAAAAAACA/j9wowFdzZa8/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267537064698355906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRoNDT6MoMI/AAAAAAAAACA/j9wowFdzZa8/s320/image014.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ancient Easter Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;"I know what to do!" the emperor declared. The heaven was relieved to hear this statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The emperor of the heaven and the earth was seated on the throne of fire. Legions of angels flew around waiting to obey any command from his lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The emperor had appeared worried about something for a few days. The entire heaven shared the uneasiness of the emperor. The heaven had never seen its emperor that troubled about anything. The angels could guess that there must be something terribly wrong somewhere in the empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The emperor was concerned about the well-being of the human beings on the earth. The emperor treated them as his own children. Given the potential to grow as wise and powerful as the emperor, they had the freedom to choose their own way of life. This was a privilege even the angels in heaven couldn't dream of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;It was the presence of a fierce monster on the earth that troubled the emperor. This huge, ugly monster was called Death. It lived in a cave somewhere underground, and nobody knew the exact location of the cave. The monster had the unusual ability to appear anywhere on the earth and capture human beings. The captured ones were chained inside his cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The heart-breaking cry of the captives reached the throne of the emperor, which made him think of the most effective way to face the problem. Finally a solution surfaced in his mind. And he declared, "I know what to do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The emperor wanted to put an end to the terror of Death and set all its prisoners free. In order to accomplish this, he descended to the earth disguised as a human being. Born as a human baby to a poor village girl, he grew up just like any other human being. When it was time, the emperor walked straight toward Death to be captured by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;While he was walking toward Death, the entire heaven looked down with apprehension. The Sun, moon, and the stars looked down with curiosity at what their emperor would do. The earth, the ocean,&amp;nbsp;the plants, and the animals couldn't believe their eyes when they saw their emperor walking on the earth as a human being. Ironically, the only beings who could not recognize the emperor were the human beings although they were the beneficiaries of all the troubles the emperor was going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The emperor of heaven and earth gave himself to suffer and die at the hands of the human beings. Watching their emperor suffer at the hands of the ignorant earthlings, the angels of heaven got very angry. They were so mad that they wanted to fly down and burn those earthlings. But they restrained themselves for they knew the plan of their emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Mistaking the emperor to be just another human being, the monster captured him and threw him to his dungeon. Once inside, the emperor assumed his own real form. Seeing the emperor of heaven and earth within his cave, the monster trembled with fear. He made an attempt to escape, but the emperor wouldn't let him go. What followed was a fierce battle between the emperor and the monster. At the battle of the giants, the earth quaked violently, and the heaven thundered. The battle continued until the monster fell dead. A sigh of relief rose from all the angels and other beings who were watching the cosmic battle. It was followed by shouts of joy and victory throughout the empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The emperor broke the chains of all the prisoners and freed them. They all assembled before the emperor, bowed before him, and thanked him profusely for all the trouble he took to save them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Once again there was peace and well-being all over the heaven and the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Story by John Kunnathu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38910128-117580240738952307?l=kunnathu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/feeds/117580240738952307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38910128&amp;postID=117580240738952307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/117580240738952307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38910128/posts/default/117580240738952307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kunnathu.blogspot.com/2007/04/ancient-easter-story.html' title='Death, the Monster'/><author><name>John Kunnathu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00253697976799503567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/TE4VW22MgSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P3IeikeDNNE/S220/2010-June2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RSQc93O6JU/SRoNDT6MoMI/AAAAAAAAACA/j9wowFdzZa8/s72-c/image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
