May 6th 2019

Morning decorated itself like a garland of flowers. The muses were chanting sweet music. I feel so awed and contented by the presence of the Holy Spirit.
I am still reading Paul’s Letter to the Corinthians. Paul talks of spiritual gifts given by God and they are:
Wise Counsel
Clear Understanding
Healing the Sick
Miraculous Acts
Proclamation
Speaking in Tongues
Distinguishing Spirit
Paul says that we are one body having many parts that are united. So is our body united in Christ.
Paul speaks about a Homily about love:
‘If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but have not love: I am a rusty creaking gate. If I preach God’s Word and all its mysteries in plain language and if I say to the mountain be moved and yet have not love, I am nothing. If I give everything to the poor and be burned as a martyr but I have not love, I am nothing’. To love God and others is the greatest Gift that God has bequeathed.
‘Love never gives up
Love cares for others more than the self.
Love doesn’t strut.
Love doesn’t have a swelled head.
Love doesn’t force itself on others.
Love doesn’t fly of the handle.
Love doesn’t revel when others grovel.
Love keeps no record of sins.
Love takes pleasure in knowing the truth.
Love puts up with anything.
Love always trusts God.
Love always looks for the best.
Love never looks back.
Love keeps going to the end.’

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Letter to Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

I am an Indian citizen hailing from the native shore of Kerala. It is my fervent wish to visit America, especially the Art Galleries there. Many undeserving people have gone to America and those include terrorists. I know if I apply for a visa, I will be rejected. I also don’t have the money to visit America and also I have no credentials. But still the wish to visit America is heart-felt dream. It’s easy for American citizens to visit India but it’s not an easy job for an Indian citizen to come to the shores of America. Dear Mr. Trump: Why don’t you invite me to America for a few days? Even if it’s a hyperbole it’s a nourished dream. I am so fond of America especially its music, art, philosophy and culture. Dear Mr. Trump, are you listening!