Praise Team Ministering In Egypt

Written by Angelique Watkins

Afterrepparttar November great event, many people and friends asked thatrepparttar 126971 Praise Team in Egypt repeat repparttar 126972 occasion and make a big Praise gathering.

Details are as follows: Tuesday, April 8, 2003 6: 30 Kasr El Dobara Church - Tahrir Square, Cairo

Actually they are praying that people may not only praise God but get to know Him more and have fellowship with Him more than ever before, this is our aim from this praise gathering. So please even if you are not free to joinrepparttar 126973 Praise Team or not living in Egypt, just pray forrepparttar 126974 gathering and that people may decide to have praise as their life style.

As for The Egypt Praise Team news: This month they went to some Egyptian States (Mohafazat) for praise services like Menia (Maghagha), Helwan, Zaqaziq and Assiut (Dayrout). I will share only one of them quickly: On Friday March 17, they went asrepparttar 126975 whole Praise Team to Dayrout Assuit, an Egyptian state: It was great, actually it was much more than they ever expected, it was one ofrepparttar 126976 large services they utside Cairo; audience according torepparttar 126977 administrators there were 1,700.

Sincerepparttar 126978 space was limited, they performed twice inrepparttar 126979 same evening so that people could attend one ofrepparttar 126980 services (not both), so people who attended repparttar 126981 first service could not attendrepparttar 126982 second.

First service people went out from one door andrepparttar 126983 second service audience entered from another.

People were on three floors, all of them full and outsiderepparttar 126984 doors,repparttar 126985 staircase,repparttar 126986 corridors,etc. everywhere was packed with people.

Service itself was so great, People were very much thirsty forrepparttar 126987 word and for praising God.

Twilight in America

Written by Julie Adler

April 4 2003

Twilight in America

This morning I was reading Ďa treasury of sublime instructionsí from a high Tibetan lama. America containsrepparttar symbol ĎAhí, which soundsrepparttar 126970 unborn nature of truth. Itís alsorepparttar 126971 symbol atrepparttar 126972 throat chakra. Sometimes when I sit and visualizerepparttar 126973 colors according to my Buddhist practice, I think ofrepparttar 126974 American flag and how uncanny it is that they arerepparttar 126975 same. I sit and pray for liberation from physical, verbal and mental afflictions. And yetrepparttar 126976 country I was born into is rocking itself intorepparttar 126977 hell realm. Blood soaked terrain propels more blood soaking andrepparttar 126978 cycle continues; there seems to be no choice. Propelled by afflictions.

In contemplatingrepparttar 126979 sufferings of cyclic life in general, they can be broken down into six sufferings. Life is uncertain. We can never find a sense of satisfaction. We have to shed our bodies over and over again. We are born over and over again. What goes up must come down. And we do this alone. We may think we have companions but we die alone. Period.

There are more than 5 billion humans onrepparttar 126980 planet now and few studyrepparttar 126981 dharma. Itís a precious jewel more hidden than seen. Asrepparttar 126982 Hummer cruises downrepparttar 126983 freeway, with wheels that afford a very high panorama, I pass another SUV smashed in onrepparttar 126984 side, and debris everywhere. Do people see, do they know? They just drive around in their Hummers, with bullet proof shadowy glass protecting bodies that are bound to disintegrate some day. They are bouncing above it all in what some referred to asrepparttar 126985 Ďgodí realm hereÖLos Angeles. Sunny days, wealth, oceans of offerings to yourself. And only yourself. Accumulate, borrow, accumulate more.

I cried at lunch yesterday as a friend told me about a CEO of a well-known movie studio and how much he makes a day; how much he spent to redecorate his office that he doesnít use. How he also had a quadruple by pass. And my mind flashes abruptly to begging bowls penetratingrepparttar 126986 stone fences of Bodhgaya. $10,000 a day to sit in a soft malleable chair and bark at your employees could feedrepparttar 126987 whole of Bodhgaya for half a year! "Itís out of whack", she said. And so do astrologers, psychics, New Age yogis. Yet thereís no visible awareness of samsara and how it all goes round and round. It isnít just about living a comfortable happy existence this lifetime, people. Itís your own future life at stake. Call it Catholic sin appreciation time. It works for them. You reap what you sow. And soÖand so, if you had a clue aboutrepparttar 126988 fact that your warmongering would take you straight torepparttar 126989 lowest hell in Danteís inferno, and you really knew this - it wasnít just an antiquated Italian classic - you might really think or realize you are thinking?

I came back from India with an upper respiratory infection. When I finally saw my doctor weeks later, she told me I probably had had walking pneumonia; this was before media people coined SARS. I had been inrepparttar 126990 poorest state of India, Bihar, andrepparttar 126991 air there is notorious, a disease den. People walkrepparttar 126992 streets with surgical face masks. You pick your nose andrepparttar 126993 goop is dark. TB floats throughrepparttar 126994 air freely. And people die. Lots of them. Itís not onrepparttar 126995 news. It happens every year. Itís foggy, itís cold,repparttar 126996 air is damp and so getrepparttar 126997 lungs. I laid in my guest house bed every day wondering if I would get worse or better. I took my Cipro. I didnít even feel strong enough to gorepparttar 126998 doctorís. My dharma friends said if I died there in Bodhgaya, it would be a real blessing. Inrepparttar 126999 midst of high lamas and especially His Holinessrepparttar 127000 Dalai Lama. Yes, illness is looked at differently. Itís seen as a purification of past deeds, negative karma popping off. All stored inrepparttar 127001 body. And yet, I come back here and this new mysterious illness is a news breaker. Some Western people have caughtrepparttar 127002 disease and are dying. Itís news and itís plummetting airline ticket sales. Thatís news. But that TB kills thousands a year from all over Asia. Is that news?

We live in a land of Costcos, of sterilized supermarkets with pasturized milk, genetically engineered beef, plastic containers, rubber gloves. The supermarkets here donít smell. They freeze you. You should probably wear a ski suit to shop at Ralphs or Vons. We drive Hummers to prevent death. We pullrepparttar 127003 skin taught on our faces to avoid looking atrepparttar 127004 aging process. We think we can defy death. We think that our minds our so powerful. Butrepparttar 127005 mind that is contaminated is only as powerful as its contaminates. It canít see. It can only see through its own dirty lens.

I watch TV and see talking shriveled up American men in suits. I think ofrepparttar 127006 invention ofrepparttar 127007 suit and tie. Clothing symbols of achievement. Wow. We became stiff. A few years back I would take photos of these talking men and sew them intorepparttar 127008 crotch of my warn out underwear. It was part of my art work atrepparttar 127009 time. They were down there. They still are. But they feel old and gasping. I watched Rumsfeld deliver a speech on TV. He could hardly get a breath. They were short heaves and his chest seemed hard and I thought, "that man is suffering so much". And has no idea. As a yoga teacher, I seerepparttar 127010 physical structural ailments much more now. The caved in chest,repparttar 127011 sagging shoulders,repparttar 127012 color ofrepparttar 127013 skin. Not even a suit or a tummy tuck can hide whatís really going on.

People get so shocked about cancer. Or about this new mysterious disease. Or that old strain of virus coming back. They race against time, their own time. My aunt died a week and a half after I returned back from India. Of pancreatic cancer. Her husband, my uncle, was hating God and that cancer. "I just donít get it", he said, "itís so unfair." My mother cried, "I was dreaming about how much we could do together inrepparttar 127014 future, and now sheís gone. Iím all alone. God is bad." It always surprises me when people get mad at death. According torepparttar 127015 Buddhist scriptures, weíve died so many times in so many different types of births, weíre bound to this way of existence. Why itís so shocking is because we have forgetten. Weíre bound to. And we want to. Itís not fun to die. Itísrepparttar 127016 most excruciating experience and many teachers remark thatrepparttar 127017 very knowledge of this pain is what makes us want to forget. Your body disintegrates and your brain starts to fry and you are hallucinating. The mind is a continuumÖdoesnít die but every mental, physical and verbal act is logged in and those past deeds surge forward. The lord of Death meets you. Whammo. Thereís nothing new or Catholic about what Iím writing. Itís just that with Hummers and Costcos weíve developed a battleground we think we can win on. We can drive over death. Eat him up and liposuction him out of our bodies. We can kill some people in a foreign land and not feel. Not feel. Thatís it. I put my flag on my Hummer and I feel something else. Pride invasion.

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