Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Give up pessimism . . . become an optimist.
Give up harsh judgments . . . think kind thoughts.
Give up worry . . . trust divine providence.
Give up discouragement . . . be full of hope.
Give up bitterness . . . turn to forgiveness.
Give up hatred . . . return good for evil.
Give up negativism . . . be positive.
Give up anger . . . practice patience.
Give up pettiness . . . put on maturity.
Give up gloom. . . enjoy the beauty that is all around you.
Give up jealousy . . . pray for trust.
Give up gossiping . . . control your tongue.
Give up sin. . . . turn to virtue.
So we see others' faults through the eyes of You.
Teach us to judge not with hasty tongue,
Neither the adult ... nor the young.
Give us patience and grace to endure
And a stronger faith so we feel secure.
Instead of remembering, help us forget
The irritations that caused us to fret.
Freely forgiving for some offense
And finding each day a rich recompense.
In offering a friendly, helping hand
And trying in all ways to understand;
That all of us whoever we are ...
Are trying to reach an unreachable star.
For the great and small ... the good and bad,
The young and old ... the sad and glad
Are asking today; Is life worth living?
The answer is only in, loving and giving.
For only Love can make man kind
And Kindness of Heart brings Peace of Mind.
By giving love, we can start this year
To lift the clouds of hate and fear.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
"When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with the flocks,
then the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal those broken in spirit,
to feed the hungry,
to release the oppressed,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among all peoples,
to make a little music with the heart…
And to radiate the Light of Christ,
in every way,
in all that we do and in all that we say."
Then the work of Christmas begins.
this special time of year
And may the precious gift of life
forever bring your cheer.
What a wondrous blessing
have we to behold
Born to us one Holy night
a union for our souls.
Such delight we've come to know
now that the season's near
A joy and love and peace for all
when Christmas Day is here!
Precious love we share is ours
a gift for all mankind
Born two thousand years ago
by a blessed hand divine.
Blessed be this Christmas time
O, come let us adore!
A wish for peace for all the earth,
and blessings to your and yours.
May your home be filled with the love,
And wonderful peace of Jesus,
Our Lord and Savior, King of Kings,
Lord of Lords Who's with us.
Yes He is the Miracle Babe,
Born in a manger that one night,
While the love of God shone Above,
And the angels sang to invite.
May your heart be filled with a love,
And great longing to see Jesus,
For He came for us, you and me,
And always we'll be His to bless.
Oh love Him and revere His Birth,
He's your Love and your Life all 'round,
And He'll hold you like no other,
His wonderful peace keeps you sound.
May your spirit be filled with love,
Worship Jesus on each day now,
Let the joy of His love be full,
As in His Presence you will bow.
Merry Christmas with love in Him,
His wonderful peace will alight,
When your home is filled with Jesus,
Just as His love that star filled night.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
God, give us eyes this Christmas
To see the Christmas Star.
And give ears to hear the song
Of angels from afar
And with our eyes and ears attuned
For a message from above,
Let Christmas Angels speak to us
Of hope and faith and love.
Hope to light our pathway
When the way ahead is dark
Hope to sing through stormy days,
With the sweetness of the lark.
Faith to trust things unseen
And know beyond all seeing
That it is our Father’s love
We live and have our being.
And love to break down barriers
Of color, race and creed,
Love to see and understand
And help all those in need.
There's Christmas Day...
I Believe the infant Child of Mighty God...
Lay on the hay...
I Believe that shepherds saw up in the sky....
The Heavenly Host...
To praise Him high....
I Believe! I Believe!...
I Believe the eastern wise men traced a star...
And bowed their knees...
And I know that in her heart His mother knew...
He would be King!
Time was split, a plan engaged designed to bring
The heart of man..
To God again...
With upraised hands....I Believe!
Every time I see the scenes of Christmas Day...
Or hear the songs...
I know the Way
Lies in the Child...
Of Christmas Day!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Look with me for just awhile
at a place called “The Crowded Inn” . . .
You may not recognize it as
somewhere you have been
Does nothing look familiar
stir some forgotten memory . . .
Well, I’m not surprised, we soon forget
it was the same with me
The door so slowly opens
a voice sounding just like doom . . .
Shatters the heavy silence
shouting . . . "THERE IS NO ROOM"
Suddenly my memory’s illumined
with scenes of Christ’s Nativity . . .
Times without end the same words said
except they were spoken by me
I sent Him away to the stable
too busy to make Him a bed . . .
Crowded, oh yes, “The Crowded Inn”
“NO ROOM”, were the words I said
But for His grace and mercy
“NO ROOM” would still be my refrain . . .
His LOVE gave me a manger heart
let me now, dear ones, explain
“The Crowded Inn” today, as then,
repeats those words of doom . . .
Stubborn~willed they close the door
and scream, THERE IS NO ROOM
Crowded hearts, the poorer you,
to send away this King . . .
You fail to recognize Him still,
“NO ROOM ~ NO ROOM” ~ you sing
Your hollow laughter can’t disguise
empty rooms of pain within . . .
Proclaiming fullness, they are bare
SELF is THE CROWDED INN
Will you forget so easily
‘twas to you at first He came . . .
To birth His Kingdom in your hearts
share with you His Holy name
Must He now turn away, as then,
still grieving, as with them . . .
For only lowly manger hearts
know how to welcome Him
In Manger Hearts He feels at home
SELF has been displaced . . .
Immanuel fills every room
with LOVE, fear is erased
The truth, if we’ll accept it
each MANGER HEART must tell . . .
The Crowded Inn, we all once were
self reigned in us, as well
There’s but one difference we know
at last SELF lost the race . . .
Hunger changed The Crowded Inn
to A MANGER HEART, by GRACE!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Quiet my heart, Lord,
and show me a Christmas
as peaceful and calm as
an old cattle shed...
Slow down my pace, Lord,
and help me seek Jesus,
the Son of Your Love,
in a humble straw bed...
Steady my spirit, Lord,
call me from chaos
in simple surrender
to pray and rejoice...
Breakthrough the busy,
and whisper your message,
"Be still...hear my voice..."
Be still, and know that I am God..."
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Make of me a tilma.
To show forth Your love to the the peoples of the
You caused the image of Your Merciful Mother
to appear on the cloak of Juan Diego long ago.
If this rough-hewn fabric could attract
Your attention and be useful in Your plan,
Surely a willing soul like mine can serve Your
purpose as well.
Make of me a tilma.
Take from me all that would spoil or distort the
work of Your hand.
May Your Holy Spirit render me clean and ready
to receive so great a gift.
Impress upon me the image of Your pure and
May her countenance, her presence, her
love be indelibly stamped upon me.
Make of me a tilma.
In this time when pagan culture threatens to engulf
Your people once more and destroy human life,
Let there be a fresh miracle of grace.
Send Your Mother for a new evangelization.
Upon the coarse fabric of my life,
draw this portrait so pleasing to You...
The image of Mary... the one who bears and brings forth Jesus.
May this beautiful Woman, clothed with the sun,
live out her triumph in me...
Crushing the Serpent, radiating Your mercy, and
leading to faith all those who gaze upon her.
Yes, Lord. Make of me a tilma.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Who needs 10 lords-a-leaping for Christmas...or two turtle doves. Here’s an updated list.
1. On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a zipper:
It is usually wiser to keep your lip zipped than to compound a problem. Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry (James 1:19)
2. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a calculator:
This is a special calculator, with the cancel key prominently placed in the center of the pad, conveniently twice the size of all the other keys so it is easy to cancel accounts instead of keeping score. Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs (1 Corinthians 13:5).
3. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a duffel bag:
This model has two handles, one on each side so the load is lighter for both of us. Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2).
4. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a ballerina doll:
Nothing epitomizes grace and balance like a ballerina, and a good wife even more so. A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies….She is clothed with strength and dignity (Proverbs 31:10,25).
5. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a shovel:
This is a Smokey Bear shovel so we can put out sparks before they become raging fires. In your anger do no sin: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold (Ephesians 4:26-27).
6. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a pocket watch:
This timepiece is carried in a breast pocket, close to the heart, so we can remember to give each other time to grow. It was he who gave...to prepare God’s people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be build up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ (Ephesians 4:11-13).
7. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a Monopoly game:
You can own houses on every street, but you’re still poor without a good wife. Houses and wealth are inherited from parents, but a prudent wife is from the Lord (Proverbs 19:14).
8. On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a candle and sealing wax.
Do not neglect to keep the fires burning or to seal your love for each other. Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame (Song of Songs 8:6).
9. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me some super glue:
Tearing apart two things joined by super glue results in damage to both. So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate (Matthew 19:6).
10. On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a spice jar:
That way, we can season our words with grace, encouragement, and love. Do not let any unwholesome take come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen (Ephesians 4:29).
11. On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me a washcloth:
This cloth has God’s Word embroidered on it. Husbands, love your wives, just a Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word (Ephesians 5:25-26).
12. On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a turtledove:
Well, maybe they were on to something when they wrote the original version. How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves (Song of Songs 1:15).
By Tom Neven
Friday, December 5, 2008
For to us a Child is born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be on His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
In a world that seems to thrive on war and violence, it is indeed a blessing to have bloggers who share their faith and love of God with others.
These blogs are passionate about their faith, are a voice for the voiceless, are sources of inspiration, hope and true kindness, they are an oasis where a weary spirit can stop for a while and rest and be refreshed.
Every act of love no matter how small is a work of peace and these bloggers go above and beyond the call to reach out to others. They bring The Prince of Peace to us; we enter as visitors and fellow bloggers and leave as friends.
At this time when we celebrate the birth of our Savior, we thank you, our friends, for all you do to make the spirit of the The Prince of Peace ever more present in our lives, not only at this time but everyday.
Love, Joy, Peace and Merry Christmas
Marie and Ginny xxooxxoo
Thursday, December 4, 2008
T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.
no crib for a bed".
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour the presents they'd wrap
When what from the T.V.
did they suddenly hear?'
Cept an ad..
which told of a big sale at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash...
Buying things on credit...
and others with cash!
And, as they made their way home
From their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no... not at all.
Their lives were so busy There were presents to wrap and cookies to bake.
with their Christmas time things
No time to remember Christ Jesus, the King.
How could they stop and remember
who died for their sake?
There were presents to wrap and cookies to bake.
To pray to the Savior...they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to "Shop til they dropped!"
On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Denny's
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!
And up on the roof
there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed to Jesus...
Light of the World.
Christ's eyes... how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit... how merry!
Christ's love... how enormous!
All our burdens... He'll carry!
So instead of being busy, overworked, and uptight
Let's put Christ back in Christmas and enjoy some good nights!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
it's easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
When we go shopping,
We say "How much will it cost?"
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the baby
Whose bed was made of hay.
In reality when we look into the night sky,
We don't see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies,preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table atmealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata, but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust.But giving the gift of love will endure.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Much of the worlds problems we face today is due to the fact that we have become either a fearless people or a foolish people, for we no longer fear sin. If anything the word sin has almost been struck from the English language.
Think about it when was the last time your Priest, or Pastor spoke of the dangers to your immortal soul if you are living a sinful lifestyle or harbouring heretical thoughts which are in direct opposition to The Teachings of The Catholic Church?
We fear a loss of worldly goods over and above any mortal sin which may seperate our souls from God for good through our own sinful choices.
God does not move. We do.
We must ask ourselves where have we placed our Treasure? In the loving Hands of our loving Heavenly Father thereby securing our eternal Salvation or a financial institute which will keep us in the temporal luxuries we think we have earned.
So many of us care more about our bodily comfort than our souls end.
In the end are we a foolish people or a fearless people? What do YOU think?
Reflection Written by
Friday, November 28, 2008
When my mother was dying of cancer she would spend hours laying in her bed staring in rapture at a picture of Our Lady. It was a normal picture of our Lady and I could not understand what my mother stared at with such intensity and adoration.
Oneday I decided to go in and ask her, why she continued to stare with such love at a mere picture? Her response was to smile at me and say, 'oh but if you only knew her, how beautiful she is, how beautiful...' I again looked at the painting and could not see what my mother was seeing.
Every night before my mother went to sleep she would always wrap her Rosary around her hand. Until one night when she could not find her Rosary, my mother was most upset as my father and I upended her bedside table. We emptied out the draws, no Rosary. I looked into my mothers pillow case still no Rosary, I also felt around her body in the bed and again no Rosary. Finally I got a torch and on my hands and knees I looked under her bed only to be disappointed, no Rosary.
My mothers Rosary seemed to have disappeared!
I offered my mother my own Rosary but my mother said no, she wanted her own, so with a sad smile we retired for the night. I lay awake for a long while because I knew what a comfort the Rosary was for my mother and then when I could hear her sleeping I also went to sleep.
The next morning I was awoken very early as my mother yelled for me. Thinking she was in immense pain I jumped up and ran into her room only to find my mother sitting up and holding out her hand. Wrapped around my mothers hand was her Rosary...The Rosary that neither my father or myself could find only the night before.
My mother then looked at the picture of Our Lady and said, 'oh, I knew you would find it for me... beautiful Lady, thankyou.'
Months later when my mother lay in hospital dying I made sure her Rosary was wrapped around her hand.
Thankyou beautiful Lady, thankyou.
Written by Marie
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"In fact, at this very meeting in May 1516, John More had heard Wolsey briefing Henry and his councillors at length, and in graphic detail, about some of his more ambitious proposals for streamlining the legal system to make it more 'equal' and 'equitable' to litigants whether rich or poor, a Utopian scheme that surely must have stgruck a resounding chord.
By writing Utopia, which he published later that year, Thomas More showed that he wanted to reshape society and his world. His work as an undersherrif and as a civic intermediary with Wolsey and the King's Council had set him firmly on this path."
(Ok I cheated but the ONLY books by me are the CCC, The Bible and a dictionary!lol)
Monday, November 24, 2008
So much of our unhappiness is rooted in our inability to let go, instead we cling and become demanding to our families and our friends.
What causes us to be like this?
What happens to water if it lay alone where no wind or earth can disturb it's peaceful surface?
It stagnates and becomes noxious.
When we try and stop change and growth we are choosing to stagnate, why then are so many surprised when others wish to move on, to live life with all its joys, pains and hardships?
What makes us think that everything must stay the same?
Life is meant to be challenging and more so if you are a devout lover of God and follow the dictates of your Church.
How many of our Great Saints and Martyrs died snug and warm in their beds?
And the Greatest of all women who have ever lived and graced this earth with her glorious presence, Our Lady. Did Our Lady cling to Jesus and demand he stay home with her where she could protect Him, her son and her God?
Rather Mary followed her Son even though at times she did not understand fully the meaning of His Life, she let Him go....
We are also called to let go even if that letting go is painful to us, was it not even more painful for the Mother of God?
Do we think ourselves greater than God's Delight, that is Mary? That the shadow of suffering and loss must never darken our own lives as if we were somehow better than Our Lady and the Saints in Heaven.
Our lives are made of up sunshine and shadow, we can either learn to dance in the shadows or wail in the dark.
Reflection written by Marie
Quote Thanks Jean
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
"God offers us risk, danger and a strange insecurity that leads to perfect security. His security begins when we start loving God with our whole heart, our whole mind, our whole soul and our neighbor as ourselves. I speak of this so often but it is the only message that can never be overstressed. We must clothe the skeletons of our lives with the flesh of his love, or we shall perish."
We spend copious amounts of money on material things that promises to make us happy. We also spend copious hours getting ready to face the outside world, yet how many hours do we spend with God?
Are we comfortable with God? Or do we shuffle about, twitch and tweak our clothes and finally take a peek at our watch in order to be finished with our allotted time with God? Do you long for Mass or do you long for it be over?
In order to fully love God we must also love those around us and not just the people we deem 'worthy'. On the face of things do we deserve Jesus being Crucified in our place? When we can answer this question we realise that we are also in and of ourselves unworthy of God's Love. Yet God loves us enough to have His Beloved Son die in our place.
Christ was wounded for loves sake, are we equally prepared to bear this smaller wound when our love is rejected by others? Christ did not come to us and teach us how to love safely, He teaches us to love dangerously, for Love sake alone.
The fiery love of God's holocaust is not for the fainthearted or the lukewarm, it is for the warrior spirit who loves fiercely, yet tenderly. Who speaks the Truth without apology, yet also with gentleness, who loves unto folly for Christ's sake.
At the end it will not be your love for God that will be measured but your love for your neighbor and also, your enemy.
Do you love safely or do you risk all for Love sake alone?
Reflection Written by Marie
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
2: Princess Mary of Denmark
3: Princess Caroline of Hanover
4: Princess Letizia of Spain
5: Princess Mathilde of Belgium
6: Princess Maxima of Holland
7: Princess Madeleine of Sweden
8: Princess Beatrice of England
For some lightheartedness. Vote for who you think is the most beautiful Royal of today. The winner will be the one who has the most votes.