Jambo Youth Issue 45

Travel Tips for Life If we know where we are going, we can better prepare for the journey. Read on and find below a few travel tips to help you in your journey; Keep your sense of direction: Take time out to consult your inner compass (your own self.) Observe the speed limits: Set a pace that won’t burn you out before you reach your destination. Watch the road signs: Each day there are indications of danger, direction on how to proceed, signs of progress. Look for them and respond to them. Stop, look and listen: Pay attention to the task you are doing and the person you are with. Be concerned for the other travelers: Give support and encouragement to others. Refuel: Besides regular prayer make it a regular practice to read the Bible and other spiritual books. Adapted from J. Maurus (Monica Kinyua)

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November 4, Sunday: Issue 45

Jambo You(th) is a weekly news letter aimed at helping the Youth in moulding their daily lives in Christ. Our vision is expressed in just two phrases: GOOD CHRISTIANS and RESPONSIBLE CITIZENS.

Features

Pep-up : Stories for Reflection The Young and the Bible : The Incomparable Christ Points to Ponder : Love the Living Saint of the Week : St. Charles Borromeo Journey : Travel Tips for Life Last Drop : The Two Pots

Water Not Wine Are you in need of prayer? Jambo Youth continues to intercede for your special intentions and needs. Please send your prayer intentions to the editors through our e-mail; [email protected]

Last Drop The Two Pots Two Pots had been left on the bank of a river, one of brass, and one of earthenware. When the tide rose they both were carried off and floated down the stream. Now the earthenware pot tried its best to keep aloof from the brass one, which cried out: ‘Fear nothing, friend, I will not strike you.’ ‘But I may come in contact with you,’ said the other, ‘if I come too close; and whether I hit you, or you hit me, I shall suffer for it.’ The strong and the weak cannot keep company. NB: Send your questions, comments or feedback to [email protected] For further information and back issues of Jambo You(th) please check on our website: www.jamboyouth.multiply.com For Jambo You(th) in PDF log on to www.esnips.com/web/JamboYouth

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Once upon a time, the eldest and richest man in a village decided that it would be a good idea to give a feast for all of the townspeople at the start of the year. "I will provide the feast," he said, "if you will each bring a jug of wine." "Of course, of course," they all agreed. But as soon as they had parted, the youngest of the group was already cursing himself for having agreed to part with one whole jug of wine. He did not have much wine in his stores, and he did not want to spend money either. "There must be another way," he told his wife. And he sat down to think. After a while a smile crossed his face. "The other nine elders will pour their wine into the common pot. Could one jug of water spoil so much wine?" "Hardly so, my clever husband," she answered. And so it was that on the day of the feast this man put on his finest robes, filled his jug with fresh water from the well, and went to the party. On his way he met with the other elders. They were greeted at the party by the sounds of music, and the delicious smell of food cooking. The host motioned to the elders to pour their jugs of wine into a great clay pot in the courtyard. First there was dancing and entertainment. Then the bell was rung and the guests were seated. The elders sat together at the head table. The host ordered his servants to fill everyone's cups with the wine. Each of the elders waited patiently for the last guest to be served. They were anxious to taste the fine, refreshing wine. The host gave the signal and the guests put their cups to their lips. They sipped, and sipped again. But what they tasted was not wine but water, for each of them had thought, "One jug of water cannot spoil a great pot of wine." Each of them had filled his jug at the well. They looked at each other sheepishly, avoiding the eyes of the host, and then continued to drink as if it were the finest wine their lips had ever tasted. That day a new saying arose among the people of the village, a saying that spread around the world: "If you wish to take wine, you must give it also."

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THE INCOMPARABLE CHRIST

Points to Ponder

Almost two thousand years ago there was a Man born contrary to the laws of life. This man lived in poverty and was reared in obscurity. He did not travel extensively. Only once did He cross the boundary of the country in which He lived; that was during His childhood exile. He possessed neither wealth nor influence. His relatives were inconspicuous and He had neither training nor formal education. In infancy, He startled a king; in childhood, He puzzled doctors; in manhood, He ruled the course of nature, walked upon the billows as if pavement, and hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for His service. He never wrote a book, and yet all the libraries of the country could not hold the books that have been written about Him. He never wrote a song and yet He has furnished the theme for more than all the songwriters combined. He never founded a college, but all the schools put together cannot boast of having as many students. He never practiced medicine, and yet He has healed more broken hearts than all the doctors far and near. Every seventh day the wheels of commerce cease their turning and multitudes wend their way to worshiping assemblies to pay homage and respect to Him. The names of the past proud statesmen of Greece and Rome have come and gone. The names of past scientists, philosophers, and theologians have come and gone; but the name of this Man abounds more and more. Though time has spread two thousand years between the people of this generation and the scene of His crucifixion, yet He still lives. Herod could not destroy Him, and the grave could not hold Him. He stands in Heavenly Glory, proclaimed of God, as the living, personal Christ, our Lord and Saviour. Courtesy: Shalom Tidings

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up, until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness. Speak approving, cheering words while their ears can hear them and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. The kind things you mean to say when they are gone, say them before they go. The flowers you mean to send, use them now to brighten and sweeten their homes before they leave them. If my friends have alabaster boxes laid away, full of fragrant perfumes of sympathy and affection, I would rather they would bring them out in my weary and troubled hours and open them, that I may be refreshed and cheered when I need them. Let us learn to anoint our friends beforehand. Post-mortem kindness does not cheer the burdened spirit. Flowers cast no fragrance backward over the weary way. (November reminds us to pray for our dead, let us also remember to love our living)

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SAINT for the WEEK November 4

St. Charles Borromeo.

He was born in 1538 in Northern Italy in a family surrounded by favours and privileges. These included not only the revenues of the local abbey, but a whole series of honours heaped on him by his uncle, Cardinal de Medici, Pope Pius IV. At the age of 22, for example, he was a Cardinal (though not a priest), administrator of the Diocese of Milan and to all intents and purposes Papal Secretary of State. When Pius IV convoked the final session of the ongoing Counter-Reformation Council of Trent, Charles Borromeo threw himself into its work with zeal, as if casting off all hints of the old regime. He was inspirational in the fields of doctrine and catechism, discipline, and liturgy. In 1564 he was ordained priest and in 1566 made Bishop of Milan; as a sign of how bad things had become, he was the first Bishop to live in the diocese for 80 years. He saw the need for a well-educated clergy, living holy lives, and enlisted the support of new religious Orders to help him. Equipped with special shoes, he visited remote Alpine parts of his diocese which others had ignored. His generosity to the poor and to victims of hunger and plague was so noteworthy as to cause envy and he was even the target of an assassination attempt. Never one for relaxing, he died in 1584 at the early age of 46, and was canonised as early as 1610. As the model of a committed and selfdenying pastor, the present Pope has acknowledged his debt to him.

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