Major earthquake hits Manipur in India

According to local time, it was 4.36 a.m. early Monday when I was shaken out of my sleep. As I’m having bouts of headache in recent weeks, I thought that the recurring nausea and dizziness had returned. But as my mind cleared, I realized it had nothing to do with my health. It was an #earthquake measuring 6.7 #magnitude, with its epicentre at Noney in Tamenglong district of our state, which hit northeast #India near its border with Myanmar and Bangladesh.

At least five people were killed and 100 injured by falling debris in and around #Imphal, the capital of #Manipur state, police said. Some of my neighbours ran out of their homes, and it was evident that no one has experienced an earthquake of such intensity in the past. Though it lasted only for less than a minute, it has left a trail of destruction all over Manipur.

Strong tremors were also felt in Guwahati, the capital of Assam state. Two of my daughters who are studying in Guwahati reported that many residents ran out of their houses. Though it is still too early to assess the damage and destruction the earthquake has caused, it has wreaked havoc all over the state. Many buildings, including one #Presbyterian church, were razed to the ground.

CHRISTIAN INSPIRING QUOTES ABOUT DEATH

God, to prevent all escape, hath sown the seeds of death in our very constitution and nature, so that we can as soon run from ourselves, as run from death. We need no feller to come with a hand of violence and hew us down; there is in the tree a worm, which grows out of its own substance, that will destroy it; so in us, those infirmities of nature that will bring us down to the dust.

|| William Gurnall

Death is only a grim porter to let us into a stately palace.

|| Richard Sibbes

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

|| Thomas Watson

Mighty and gracious lords, I will tell you to what your honour shall come; first, ye shall wax old like others, then ye shall fall sick like others, then ye shall die like others, then ye shall be buried like others, then ye shall be consumed like others, then ye shall be judged like others, even like the beggars which cry at your gates: one sickens, the other sickens; one dies, the other dies; one rots, the other rots: look in the grave, and show me which was Dives and which was Lazarus. This is some comfort to the poor, that once he shall be like the rich; one day he shall be as wealthy, and as glorious as a king; one hour of death will make all alike.

|| Henry Smith

I account this body nothing but a close prison to my soul; and the earth a larger prison to my body. I may not break prison till I be loosed by death; but I will leave it, not unwillingly,when I am loosed.

|| Joseph Hall

If a man that is desperately sick today, did believe he should arise sound the next morning; or a man today, in despicable poverty, had assurance that he should tomorrow arise a prince: would they be afraid to go to bed....?

|| Richard Baxter

Let thy hope of heaven master thy fear of death. Why shouldst thou be afraid to die, who hopest to live by dying!

|| William Gurnall

Death is half disarmed when the pleasures and interests of the flesh are first denied.

|| Richard Baxter

He may look on death with joy, who can look on forgiveness with faith.

|| Thomas Watson

Familiarize the thoughts of the evil day to thy soul; handle this serpent often, walk daily in the serious meditations of it, do not run from them because they are unpleasing to flesh, that is the way to increase the terror of it. Do with your souls, when shy of, and scared with the thoughts of affliction or death, as you use to do with your beast that is given to boggle and start as you ride on him; when he flies back and starts at a thing, you do not yield to his fear and go back, that will make him worse another time, but you ride him up close to that which he is afraid of, and in time you break him of that quality. The evil day is not such a fearful thing to thee that art a Christian, as thou shouldst start for it. Bring up thy heart close to it, show thy soul what Christ hath done to take the sting out of it....

|| William Gurnall

Pray that thy last days, and last works may be the best; and that when thou comest to die, thou mayest have nothing else to do but die.

|| Vavasor Powell

It is well known that when a jailer knocks off a prisoner's fetters, that the constant wearing them hath put him to a great deal less pain than the knocking of them off doth at the present; yet, though every blow go to the very heart of him, he never murmurs at it.. . . because he knows that the pain will be compensated by the ease that he shall afterwards enjoy.

|| Nehemiah Rogers

Death is never sudden to a saint; no guest comes unawares to him who keeps a constant table.

|| George Swinnock

Lord, be pleased to shake my clay cottage before Thou throwest it down. Make it totter awhile before it doth tumble. Let me be summoned before I am surprised.

|| Thomas Fuller

There is an essential difference between the decease of the godly and the death of the ungodly. Death comes to the ungodly man as a penal infliction, but to the righteous as a summons to his Father's palace. To the sinner it is an execution, to the saint an undressing from his sins and infirmities. Death to the wicked is the King of terrors. Death to the saint is the end of terrors, the commencement of glory.

|| Charles Spurgeon

WORK AND DEATH

AID WORKERS IN AFGHANISTAN SHOW HIGH COST OF VOCATION | MINDY BELZ



Brian Carderelli took his eye to Afghanistan in September 2009. The 25-year-old photographer and videographer "loved to travel, to see different cultures, and he loved using his gifts for kingdom purposes," said longtime family friend J.D. Patton.

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An Eagle Scout and recent graduate of James Madison University, Carderelli recognized the unique dangers the country posed because both his parents had worked there, but he felt it was where God was calling him. As a short-term trip stretched into months, he posted dozens of photos on Shutterfly and Facebook pages and seized the opportunity to travel with a medical team to remote Badakhshan province. He was compiling an album of photos titled "The Beauty—It's Not All War" when he and his team members were killed in early August in one of the most brutal attacks on aid workers since war began in 2001.



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AND THEY CRUCIFIED HIM

A medical doctor provides a physical description:

The cross is placed on the ground and the exhausted man is quickly thrown backwards with his shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through the wrist deep into the wood. Quickly he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flex and movement. The cross is then lifted into place. The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees flexed. The victim is now crucified.

As he slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain -- the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves. As he pushes himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, he places the full weight on the nail through his feet. Again he feels the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the bones of his feet.

As the arms fatigue, cramps sweep through his muscles, knotting them deep relentless, and throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push himself upward to breathe. Air can be drawn into the lungs but not exhaled. He fights to raise himself in order to get even one small breath.

Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided. Spasmodically, he is able to push himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen.

Hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-renting cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from his lacerated back as he moves up and down against rough timber. Then another agony begins: a deep, crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart.

It is now almost over. The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level. The compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues. The tortured lungs are making frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. He can feel the chill of death creeping through his tissues.

Finally, he allows his body to die.

All this the Bible records with the simple words, "and they crucified Him" - Mark 15:24

IVY BEAN: WORLD'S OLDEST TWITTER

by Alex Millson

Thousands of Twitter followers were in mourning July 28 after the world's oldest Tweeter died at the age of 104.

Ivy Bean, who passed away in her sleep July 27, had been unwell for a number of weeks and staff at the care home where she lived had posted Twitter updates about her condition.

The centenarian had clocked up an astonishing 56,300 followers on the social networking site, and another 5,000 on Facebook.

Mrs Bean, who sent her messages to the world from the care home where she lived in Bradford, counted Peter Andre as one of her celebrity fans.

The pop star was in daily contact with the care home after hearing Ivy was unwell. He spoke to the great-grandmother on the phone and sent flowers just a few days before her death.

On July 28 morning a series of posts, written by the manager of Ivy's care home, appeared on her Twitter account which read: 'Hello all of Ivy's Twitter friends. By now you will have heard about our dear friend. I cannot explain how we are all feeling here.

'Ivy passed away peacefully at 12.08 this morning.'

'I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you but it was a very difficult thing to do.'

Sarah Brown led tributes to Ivy with a Twitter message which read: 'Sad to hear the news of Ivy Bean's passing. A great spirit and sense of humour; highly respected senior Ambassador for Twitter.'

On July 27 care home staff revealed that Ivy was seriously ill, but had been 'sleeping like a baby'.

Manager of Hillside Manor, Pat Wright, said Ivy had a tumour that had not been detected.

Earlier in the week they revealed how Ivy had looked like she was on the road to recovery after being admitted to hospital on July 14, before she took a turn for the worst.

Tributes to the centenarian started to appear on the site, with John Prescott becoming one of the first to pay his respects.

He tweeted: 'So sad to hear Ivy Bean has died. An inspiration to tweeters young and old and proof you don't stop learning after 65! Rest in peace Ivy.'

During her high-profile Tweeting career Ivy was invited to No. 10 to meet then Prime Minister Gordon Brown, after which she Tweeted that she had used the private toilet in Mr Brown's study.

She was also delighted to meet Peter Andre, who planted a kiss on her head, and counted DJ Chris Evans and Calum Best among her followers.

Ivy, a former mill worker, first hit the headlines as the oldest person to embrace technology when she joined Facebook at the age of 102, quickly clocking up several thousand followers and giving her celebrity status

When Ivy was born in 1905, the quickest method of communication was the telegram, and it was not until seven years later that the first national telephone work was established.

One of eight children, Ivy Asquith worked in a mill from the age of 14 and then married Harold Bean, a soldier in the Royal Army Service Corps. After the Second World War they worked in service for the Lord and Lady Guiness at Greens Norton Hall in Northampton.

Ivy retired at 73, a few years after her husband passed away, aged 75. She is living at Hillside Manor care home in Bradford which she moved to at the grand age of 101 after her last care home closed down.

Courtesy: www.dailymail.co.uk