Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Daffodils Principle

The story of "The Daffodil Principle" originally appeared nearly ten years ago in Jaroldeen Edwards' book Celebration!


Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car." "How far will we have to drive?"

"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden."

We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns -- great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.

There were five acres of flowers. "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. "It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one."50,000 bulbs," it read.

The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain."

The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was. The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.

I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun -- one bulb at a time -- to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top.

Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable (indescribable) magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time -- often just one baby-step at a time -- and learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!" My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"


Every year, high in the San Bernardino mountain range of Southern California, five acres of beautiful daffodils burst into bloom. Amazingly, this special spot, known as "The Daffodil Garden," was planted by one person, Gene Bauer, one bulb at a time, beginning in 1958.

The Willow Fire of 1999 destroyed the Bauer's A-frame home, its surrounding shady trees and garden. Miraculously, the daffodil bulbs beneath the ground survived.

Talent comp prizes 2008 - 2009

Please note that along with the academics prizes, talent competition prizes would be awarded tomorrow as well. However, the OVBS prizes are not planned for tomorrow.

From our 10th grade class of 2008 - 2009, we had three participants in elcocution - Jake, Jiby and Mariya. There were only two prizes that were going to be awarded.

Jiby Yohannan won the first place.

Jake Jacob won the second place.


Talking about the elocution, all three participants from our class were well prepared for the event. Knowing Jake and Jiby, they certainly would have made it tough for the judges to decide who's best out of the best.

Jake started off extremely well but, for some unknown reason, got stuck at a place and drew a blank. However, he sprang back into full swing after about 15 seconds - which are vital. I really liked the way how Jake handled the situation by maintaining his cool head. It's not an easy task - if you ask me. That actually cost Jake the first place.

Jiby delivered his speech very well and bagged the first prize. He must have learned from Jake's mistake, and appeared to be bit (a tiny bit) nervous. Jiby was not at his very best - maybe he was being bit careful.

Maria did extremely well, and at times I felt like listening to the news reader from CNN. If ther was a 3rd prize, it would have certainly gone to Mariya.

Congratulation winners as well as Mariya for doing your best.

And yes, I will be there in the audience tomorrow watching all of you collecting those prizes.

Gospel Reading Aug 30

Gospel reading for Sunday, Aug 3oth, is from Matthew 17:22-27

22 When they came together in Galilee, he said to them, "The Son of Man is going to be betrayed into the hands of men.

23 They will kill him, and on the third day he will be raised to life." And the disciples were filled with grief.

24 After Jesus and his disciples arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax came to Peter and asked, "Doesn't your teacher pay the temple tax?"

25 "Yes, he does," he replied. When Peter came into the house, Jesus was the first to speak. "What do you think, Simon?" he asked. "From whom do the kings of the earth collect duty and taxes—from their own sons or from others?"

26 "From others," Peter answered. "Then the sons are exempt," Jesus said to him.

27 "But so that we may not offend them, go to the lake and throw out your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours."

There are two parts for this reading: one is Jesus making a prediction about his death, and the other is about paying temple tax.

The disciples are not able to comprehend what Jesus is taking about his betrayal. This was the second time Jesus talking about His death. The people were seeking an earthly King to be their Messiah.

About the temple tax, the two-drachma tax was being collected by all Israelite male members for the support of the temple - similar to our subscription amount we pay at our church. This question was pointed towards Peter. When Peter said that Jesus would pay the tax, Jesus is making Peter think once again, about who Jesus actuall is - i.e. the son of God Himself.

Now, Jesus knows that those tax collectors would not comprehend who He actually is, and in order to be just like other common law abiding citizens, He asks Peter to go pay that tax amount. There is also a miracle that takes place here. Peter, who usually goes fishing using a net, is asked by Jesus to go fish using a fishing rod. The first fish being caught has a four-drachma coin in it's mouth. We know, while throwing a line, getting a fish itself is a big thing for us - talk about that fish having a coin in it's mouth that's worth paying 2 people's tax amount. Peter uses this coin to pay the taxes of Jesus as well as his.

By doing so, Jesus is teaching us the message that both Jesus and Peter are abiding the temple law. Therefore, we should too.

Source: The Holy Bible

Friday, August 28, 2009

Reception on Aug 30

Here is what I heard about the reception on Sunday for our metropolitan HG Alexios Mar Eusebius (as of this writing). Based on what I was told, it will be similar to how we did for our church consecration.

  • Thirumei arrives little before 8:00 AM (Joshua and Anu are bringing HG to church).
  • The congregation stands in the large parking lot near to Church.
  • Kids hold lighted candles forming a parallel line.
  • Parents stand behind the kids.
  • As thirumeni advances, towards the church (through the parallel line formed by the kids and parents), rest of us follow.
  • Pandal, Flags etc (if there are adequate members).
  • Achen gives a lit candle to Thirumeni at the entrance of Church.
  • Thirumeni takes the lit candle and lights the candle on the Altar.
  • Namaskaram (Morning prayers) begins.

Disclaimer: The plan above, as well as timing is subject to change any moment. If I hear of any change, I'll post it here.

Source: Church Leadership Team

Prizes for class of 2008 - 2009

Dear Students of 2008 - 2009,

By now, you must have received notification about the prize distribution being held next Sunday Aug 30th, after the service.

Class, please join me in congratualting the winners. All of us, we know that these students worked hard to earn these prizes.

The following students have earned prizes from our 10th grade class:

1st Place - Jake Jacob
1st Place - Jiby Yohannan
2nd Place - Kevin Varghese
2nd Place - Mariya Tom

Bible Workshop, aka BRS:
Jake Jacob

Jiby Yohannan
Kevin Varghese.

I consider it my responsibility informing you as well as reminding you personally about the above prizes you earned. This would be my final task as your last year teacher.

About academics:
Jake and Jiby were running the race 'neck to neck' from the very beginning. It was quite a tough choice to determine who the actual winner was. Due to the close proximity, both of them earned first place. Congrats Jake and Jiby.

Mariya and Kevin V scored second prize. Mariya was doing very well in the beginning, but had a tragedy in their family and hence slowed down in the end. Kevin V accelerated in the second half and tied up with Mariya. Congrats Mariya and Kevin V.

About BRS:
We all know how we completed this task last year. It was there once every two weeks. Jake turned in every assignment on time, and earned the top rank. Congrats Jake. Special mention to Jiby on this front - he was right behind Jake, and at times I wondered this was going to be another tie between the duo. Great job, Jiby.

About attendance:
While attending church and Sunday school is not always an easy task, both Jiby and Kevin V worked hard to show up almost everyday. Good job, Jiby and Kevin V. Couple of weeks ago, I went to the bookstore and picked attendance prizes for Jiby and Kevin. Since the two of them have shown inclination towards medical field, the prize is a reference book related to that field - something they could use long term in their career.

In case you did not get a prize, please don't be discouraged. All of you did a wonderful job in my class. The class of 2008 - 2009 was a very good one. Wish all of you another successful year at school as well as Sunday school.

Due to some domestic tasks at home, I may leave early on Sunday. I certainly would love to see each of you going up to the stage and collecting that prize. I shall do my best to see if I can be there. In case I cannot make it, guys, I truly wish you the very best - you earned it.

Jacob Uncle.

PS: don't be a stranger - do stop by the 10th grade class.

7 Wonders

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

Egypt's Great Pyramids

Taj Mahal

Grand Canyon

Panama Canal

Empire State Building

St. Peter's Basilica

China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."

The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:

to see

to hear

to touch

to taste

to feel

to laugh

and to love."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Moral: The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous! The most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man. It has to come from God's love.

Thursday, August 27, 2009


For the past few days, I had to handle several additional responsiblities; few of which I am not an expert at. Once those tasks are outside my domain, I tend to take lot more time to complete them and find myself something like this:


It certainly requires lot of brain power as well as physical energy; not to mention patience.

The other day I was reading that people who do multitasking are not the most efficient ones. However I have found out myself that the ones who do it for years, day in and day out, they get the work done - those are moms.

Image Credit: CS Miami


Here's why boys need a little guidence from parents or teachers:

Credits: Bill Ardmore

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Today my job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.

Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new friends.

Today I can wail because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has entrusted treasures into my care.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!

Author unknown

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Lamentation of a rose

One day, an angel was roaming in the forest. It was a very beautiful day. The angel saw trees touching the sky, and leaves were swinging with cool breeze. Flowers were smiling, painted with beautiful colors, and the birds were singing. Angel was very pleased to see the beauty that God had created; it was a magical feeling.

After walking a little further, the angel saw a rose plant. The rose plant was crying. The angel felt very sad.

The angel asked the rose plant, "Why are you crying, my child?"

The rose plant replied, "God doesn't love me as much as he loves other plants."

And the angel said, "What makes you think that, my beautiful?"

Rose plant then said, "God gave me a thorn."

The angel said, "Awwww, God didn't give you a thorn, you were born with the thorn. God blessed you with a beautiful flower with beautiful carved petals. God blessed you with a sweet fragrance. You are remembered as a symbol of love. God blessed your beauty to live with the thorn."

Author unknown

Monday, August 24, 2009

A letter

All of us have heard of large corporations as well as banks ripping off customers. As I mentioned last week, below is a true story of a letter to a bank, here in the US. The bank charged the customer $50 for a bounced check. Hence the customer wrote to the bank about it. The letter was so well written, the bank published it in the New York Times. You will notice the customer did not lose temper or say anything that is politically incorrect.

Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing the check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations some three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check, and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place for eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account for $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience I caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. You have set me on the path of fiscal righteousness. No more will our relationship be blighted by these unpleasant incidents, for I am restructuring my affairs in 2000, taking as my model the procedures, attitudes and conduct of your very bank. I can think of no greater compliment, and I know you will be excited and proud to hear it.

To this end, please be advised about the following changes. I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you I am confronted by the impersonal, ever-changing, prerecorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh and blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee of your branch, whom you must nominate.

You will be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Justice of the Peace, and that the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in all dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service.

As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further by introducing you to my new telephone system, which you will notice, is very much like yours. My Authorized Contact at your bank, the only person with whom I will have any dealings, may call me at any time and will be answered by an automated voice.
Press buttons as follows:

To make an appointment to see me
To query a missing repayment
To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there; (Extension of living room to be communicated at the time the call is received).
To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping; (Extension of bedroom to be communicated at the time the call is received.)
To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature. (Extension of toilet to be communicated at the time the call is received.)
To transfer the call to my mobile phone in case I am not at home.
To leave a message on my computer.
To leave a message a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated at a later date to the contact.
To return to the main menu and listen carefully to options 1 through 9.
To make a general complaint or inquiry.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may on occasion involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration. This month I've chosen a refrain from "The Best of Woody Guthrie:"

Oh, the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are filled with silver,
That the miners sweated for.

After twenty minutes of that, our mutual contact will probably know it by heart.

On a more serious note, we come to the matter of cost. As your bank has often pointed out, the ongoing drive for greater efficiency comes at a cost -- a cost which you have always been quick to pass on to me. Let me repay your kindness by passing some costs back. First, there is the matter of advertising material you send me. This I will read for a fee of $20 per page. Inquiries from your nominated contact will be billed at $5 per minute of my time spent in response. Any debits to my account, as, for example, in the matter of the penalty for the dishonored check, will be passed back to you. My new phone service runs at 75 cents a minute (even Woody Guthrie doesn't come for free), so you would be well advised to keep your inquiries brief and to the point.
Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever-so-slightly less prosperous, New Year.

Your humble client,
J. Winder

Moral: If you have an unplesant circumstance, respond to the officials with a cool head. Use a mild language to get your point across.

Credits: New York Times


Dress code & timing for Aug 30

Class, below is an email communication I received from Jaysee, our current year Sunday school secretary, regarding dress code and timing for Sunday, Aug 30.

Dear Parents,

As Achen announced that Thirumeni will be coming to our church the coming Sunday August 30th, we will be having a reception for Thirumeni at 8AM.

We request all the Sunday school students and the parents to be in the church by 8AM.

Also, the dress code for the boys are White shirt and black pant; white dress for girls.

[Sunday School Secretary]

What goes around

Here is an ethical story that explains, 'what goes around comes around'.

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard...

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."

Moral: When we help someone, you will be rewarded as well. It may not be by the person whom you helped; instead by another individual, at a later time. In the scripture, St. Mark 9:41 says, "I tell you the truth, anyone who gives you a cup of water in my name because you belong to Christ will certainly not lose his reward."

Credits: Ethical Stories

Out of fuel

Few hours ago, a small plane in Santa Barbara ran out of fuel, made an emergency landing onto a highway and hit 3 cars (here).

Since most of you start driving pretty soon, here is another driving tip:

Monitor your fuel gauge frequently; especially if it is showing low fuel, or if the fuel indicator light is on. Once you notice your fuel is low, fill it up at the earliest. Chances are, there could be a leak in your gas tank, or in the fuel system, or you have a faulty gauge. You could be stuck on the road after running out of gas.

The risk factor gets exponentially high if you are on a highway, if it is after sunset, or if the weather is not favorable. You are not only putting yourself into trouble, but also other motorists.

Once you are stuck on the road, the headache of getting gas into your empty vehicle and continuing your journey is quite high. Even after getting gas, starting a car that ran completely out of gas takes a while.

If you are driving and notice that you are low on gas, apart from praying, “Lord, help me thru this, next time I will fill it up early”, there are few things you can do.

Turn off your a/c or heater.

Roll up your windows – open windows cause drag on the car.

Make use of the tachometer - it is one of the least noticed or seldom used instruments in an automatic transmission car. Most people pay no attention to it. Tachometer is the instrument with numbers 1 thru 10 with a X1000 RPM scale. This tells us the revolutions of engine in thousands. For instance, if the reading is 3, then the engine is rotating at 3000 revolutions per minute. On manual transmissions, it is one of the most useful instruments to indicate when to shift a gear.

The tachometer gives us a feel for how the engine is performing, by providing visual cue that goes along with the sound of the engine. Since most of us drive automatic cars, tachometer can be used to conserve gas, by keeping the following principle in mind: higher the rpm, higher the gas consumption.

So, while running low on gas, or to conserve gas, pay attention to the tacho on your dashboard. It comes handy while on long trips, or when you play with cruise control.

Remember to carry a cellphone that has battery charge to call for some help.

Quiz: Let's say, your car is stuck on an interstate highway in the middle of a forest. How do you tell someone where you are?

News Credit: NPR

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Aug 23

Today we had a full house in our class. We celebrated the birthday of 3 students today - Sherine, Sherlyne and Rony. That is 30% of our regular class having a birthday in one week. We had lot more kids show up for the ice cream.

All of you showed up on time - good job. It took a while of prep work on my part to get you all up to speed. Like I said today, I expect all of you to read the chapters prior to showing up. No more excuses - you all are in 10th grade and can do your part of preparing as well as equipping yourself with the required class materials. I think you are just getting used to the idea that this class is bit demanding.

During the second half we started talking about Love. It's a very vast topic that needs to be understood well. Throughout history, love has been the single subject of interest for human beings, you'll find love in all sort of literature, music, family life, and even in Bible. That is what we are learning about.

By the time you walk out of my class, I want you all to learn something new, something that will remember for ever. All our learning is done inside the class - so come prepared.

Note: Our Diocese Metropolitan is visiting us next Sunday. According to the church announcement today all are urged to arrive by 8:00 AM, all spiritual organizations are having their anniversary after that secretaries of various spiritual organizations will read annual report as well as present Thirumeni with a flower bouquet. We have prize distribution ceremony after church. There will be no class next Sunday.

Our next class meets on Sept 6th.

Watch out for updates.