Monthly Archives: August 2011

Holding On

This song is titled “Hold On” and it is by the band Abandon.  Reflection to follow.

How many people do you think we encounter in the day that need someone to tell them to hold on and that they will pray for them?  It could be someone you know who is very close to you or someone you have never met.  Think about it as you go about your day.  It is the simplest things that could turn someone away and into further darkness, or it the simplest things that could guide someone back to the light with hope.  Maybe this is you reaching out for something or someone to hold on to.  I’ll pray for you, and I am sure someone else will too without you even knowing it.  Just hold on, and you can make it through or help someone to make it through.

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Posted by on August 31, 2011 in Inner Reflection, Inspirational Music


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Not Sleepy Words

Last night I was unable to fall asleep.  There was nothing that could be done to get me to fall into a slumber.  Yesterday was an interesting day that I will not forget for a long time.  That will be a story those certain of  you know you will hear from me at some point.  God was being the Father He is to me and Jesus the brother/friend He is, let’s leave it at that.  Anyways, in the lack of sleep no matter what I tried to do, this is what came of it, typed out on my iPod. 

Have you ever felt something so deeply within your entire being?  Where words cannot even come close to describing what is running throughout you?  So it is with me.  So many times my heart feels like it will explode for lack of an outlet.  The simplest thing happens, good or bad, and the whole movement within shifts, looking for a form of expression.  Alas, you are not understood for what is felt; it is more than anyone else can comprehend.  Has that ever occurred in your life?  What did you do?  It is so often this appears in my life and all I can do is but simply contain it within myself, bottling everything till the moment it flies out in tears, of both joy and sorrow.  How can no one feel as I do?  Is there anyone out there who thinks it is possible that someone my age may have more wisdom than is usually given credit to?  In my heart there is so much to share, but no one to listen or who will take me seriously.  Is it the struggles of my life that hold me back?  Maybe the wisdom I feel have is not really there.  What does it really matter in the end anyways, what other people say or think?  As long as I am true to myself, right?  I feel deeply so many things all over the scale, from the worst of things to the most marvelous things.  Then what is left is what to do with all those feelings in me before they become a chaos and that shoots me backwards to things I have left behind me that try to creep on.  How can I express myself in a way that gives me comfort and joy, even with the sorrow too, so that I may be me?


Posted by on August 29, 2011 in Inner Reflection


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Mary’s Letters

Words cannot express much about the love of Christ that Mother Mary Mazzarello had.  Here is a simple video with her words of wisdom that she wrote to her communities.

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Posted by on August 28, 2011 in Videos


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Moving Jesus

When the sisters brought over Jesus back to the formation house once they arrived, they brought the wrong one.  Of course, we did not know that until tonight when we went to go do adoration and had to be a little creative in how we stood Him up to be seen.  It was good; my theory is He wanted to be closer to us because we are friends (He ended up sitting closer based on where He should have been to where He ended up).  To fix the problem of which house was to have which Jesus, a companion of mine from the west and I moved Jesus around.

I carried the candle and took the lead.  It was like guiding a friend through the darkness back home to where they belong.  Going out of the formation house, there was various forms of acknowledgement that Jesus was passing by.  When we got in the convent and made it to walking through the living room (chapel on other end of house than the back door we come in from our house), only a couple of the some sisters realized what we were doing.  You could hear one asking and another say that we were switching Jesus.  The other that knew stayed in the chapel during the switch.  On the way back out, now carrying the other Jesus.  As we walked back out the house, moving through the living room, the sisters turned the television down and said “goodnight Jesus!” 

There was something about those little moments that hit me as we were moving and switching Jesus.  The reference was good, but it was more than that.  It felt more relaxed.  I am definitely in agreement that we should show the greatest respect for Jesus, but we can be ourselves, be His friend, as well.

That being said, I led adoration tonight and had the theme of friendship.  I thought, even though it could have been better put together, that it was appropriate for the group at the beginning of this year for our first adoration together.   

Viva Gesu, Viva Maria!

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Posted by on August 27, 2011 in Inner Reflection


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Carry On

These lyrics were inspired from who knows where while sitting in an adoration chapel.  A lot of times when I write, I find the deeper meaning later down the road.  This is kind of one of those.  Take from it what you wish.

V1: It’s another day like the rest

And I’m trying to give it my best

On my face I’ve put a smile

To bring me the extra mile


R: Look at me, what do you see

I’m falling down, going to hit the ground

Look this way, there’s no words to say

This moment this place I need the grace

To carry on


V2: Inside it’s another story

Striving for what you want me to be

But the chaos takes over my heart

I don’t know where to start


R: Look at me, what do you see

I’m falling down, going to hit the ground

Look this way, there’s no words to say

This moment this place I need the grace

To carry on


B: Will you come to my aid

With prayers that never fade

Never to criticize

Please see through my eyes


R: Look at me, what do you see

I’m falling down, going to hit the ground

Look this way, there’s no words to say

This moment this place I need the grace

To carry on

Will you help me carry on

Please help me carry on

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Posted by on August 26, 2011 in Creative Corner, Inner Reflection


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“It is more important to pray than to talk about prayer.”

So many times we talk about prayer, but we never take the time to truly pray.  We fill our day with other things and discuss how we should or should not pray, but we don’t even think to stop a moment and actually pray. 

There are so many things happening around us.  How are we going to make any changes talking about what to do.  Can’t do anything?  Pray.  So many graces have been given to us because we take the time to pray.  It makes a difference in someone’s life, and your own.  People are out there and they need our prayers, so do something about it and don’t just discuss the prayer and the way to make a change. 


Posted by on August 26, 2011 in Inner Reflection, Inspirational Music


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Important Obituary

Today this obituary was read to us at lunch.  I really believe that it is important for everyone would read it.  Don’t worry, it does not take long.  You will have profited from it in the end.


An Obituary for Common Sense from the London Times

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.  No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.  He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

–    Knowing when to come in out of the rain;

–    Why the early bird gets the worm;

–    Life isn’t always fair;

–    And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.  Reports of a 6-year-old-boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failing to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a women failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.  She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;

I Know My Rights

I Want It Now

Someone Else Is To Blame

I’m A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

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Posted by on August 24, 2011 in Random Things


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