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But what about ‘too much’ wealth? In that case, will possession of wealth in itself be wrong? 
What if such wealth is gained by fair means? Does that justify the possession of huge amount of wealth?
I say, when we look at it ‘
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I will walk from Rukizu to Seed Farm just to meet you
I will carry a basketful of cabbages from Mali Farm to Bazaar just to feed you

From the top of Porba Hotel building I will proclaim my love for you 
But please, please don’t ask me to take bath at Pfutsero this winter        
Merry Christmas everyone
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The two were caught for stealing vehicle
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I visited Vedanthangal Bird Sanctuary last Saturday after attending one training at CMC Vellore. If you want to know about the bird sanctuary, search in Google and you’ll get more information than the ‘Vedanthangalites’. There are photos in Google Image and videos in Youtube too. But nothing can compare to the experience of
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What has been keeping me from writing? First and not the most important, is work. Due to the Scrub Typhus outbreak in Nagaland, I have been very busy:
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And made this shopkeeper happy by doing his jatara for the day





We traveled miles through tea gardens of Assam




While we waited for our friends in the RRT gypsy car who got lost, we visited these maidams, the tombs of the great Ahom kings and queens



This lovely couple also came and took some pictures of each other


 This
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I have been reading about Bonsai for some years. My interest in Bonsai began when I went to a plant
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His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ykoO14Z9oqmZ98fflTcm14pdbmY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ykoO14Z9oqmZ98fflTcm14pdbmY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T19:10:22.113+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Walking in the air</title><link>http://thatchhouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/walking-in-air.html</link><category>Video</category><category>Song</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sao Tunyi)</author><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 21:29:22 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058112616799601119.post-6295998605043214612</guid><description>"Walking In The Air"

[Intro:]
Walking in the air, floating the sky...
Floating in the air...

We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

We're holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the
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 When we go out of church, we brush our teeth and live our economic, social and political lives. But while we are in it, these things are hardly talked about. How do we explain the churches’ silence on these matters? Is it because the Bible is silent on these things or have we become more spiritual than the Bible? Is
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Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is homeYeah, this is home.        -Switchfoot 

Front view of my house










Rear view











Kiwi fruits in the neighborhood


Our new church building on dedication day, 13th July 2011. Why I was home and all these pictures in this post
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Sometimes, I think we have to question the question and I have a problem with this question. Is it the case that we have to pitch ‘Compassion’ and ‘Justice’ one above the other or one against the other? The common understanding
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God likes some people more than others. He blesses the good guys and  blesses
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2.  When you are about to comment, be careful to read all the other  comments ahead of yours so that you do not needlessly repeat what has  been said by others before. 

3.  When you are about to post a comment, especially on something that you  disagree with; be careful to read even more
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You  don’t have to be a writer or a scholar to be a blogger. To start with,  you don’t even need to have good English. That can be learned in the  process. The good part about blogging is that you can edit your blog  posts anytime you want. You are the master of your own blog.
If  you try to always write masterpiece articles, you won’t last long.
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