tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305774422024-03-07T16:15:00.415-10:00Therese's RosesLiving Saint Therese's little way of humility, abandonment, confidence, and love.Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-55750878707565421802011-11-13T08:53:00.002-10:002011-11-13T08:56:15.378-10:00We've moved! Or at least Cy has.Hello dear reader!<br /><div>Something for a change...I'm blogging over at <a href="http://random-epicness.blogspot.com/">This is the Stuff</a> for now. =) Maybe this will mean more posts...?</div><div><br /></div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-50675298946569921172011-09-25T08:38:00.002-10:002011-09-25T08:53:51.652-10:00The things you find on FacebookOh the places you go, things you see, and the stories you find on Facebook! =D From the daily escapades of life, to favorite quotes, to insights of the Bible that include Moses the waterbender and Elijah the firebender. There are pictures of sunsets, links to important events such as pro-life movements, and videos of college crazies playing the age old game of chubby bunny. Facebook - or FB as we call it, haha - is a way for people to vent, get their minds off a loooong day, communicate with friends and family miles away (or a few yards...), and much more. But in my "little circle of friends" much of it is evangelization. <br /><br />And once in a while, you get a gem such as this:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><blockquote>"A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said: 'Doctor, I have a serious problem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together. So the doctor said: 'OK and what do you want me to do?' She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.' The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.' She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request. Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms. The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child! 'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.' The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point. He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb. The crime is the same! If you agree, please SHARE. Together we can help save precious lives! 'Love says I sacrifice myself for the good of the other person. Abortion says I sacrifice the other person for the good of myself.' "</blockquote></span><br /><br />So while FB can be a hassle, an addicting site, or just plain confusing, nothing is in itself intrinsically evil. It all depends on how we use it. Imagine that! We can be Christ to others on FB!Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-81186646331899756912011-09-11T00:10:00.000-10:002011-09-10T06:28:52.028-10:00Ten Years Ago<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUE_jU-2aV3BzNyBQFr49HrPHPinhLeSrTHt9K5-VBmhpjM08IaqX5wfY9vbDdUV147c423y5hY22pczERr7LAfFyODBfDhGrV7s6EDK2RjqtQ7dmchRfVq6ta_RXsLt-yHfC-/s1600/OurLady.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUE_jU-2aV3BzNyBQFr49HrPHPinhLeSrTHt9K5-VBmhpjM08IaqX5wfY9vbDdUV147c423y5hY22pczERr7LAfFyODBfDhGrV7s6EDK2RjqtQ7dmchRfVq6ta_RXsLt-yHfC-/s320/OurLady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650768046617727810" /></a><br /><center>Our Lady, Patroness of the United States of America, pray for us!<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/saints.sqpn.com">Picture credits</a></span></center><br /><br /> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Ten years already. Time sure goes by quickly. As for those of us who have grown up with the events of years past, particularly those on a certain day in September, perhaps these ten years have affected us more drastically than would ten in our parents' lives. My communications teacher thought it would be a good experiment to have everyone in his class write a reflection on how 9/11 affected us, the generation that has grown up with this reality. I have a bad habit of posting my homework only because I can't think of anything else to put up (School has that odd effect on you. Somehow you think up your best blog posts when you don't quite intend to). I enjoyed reading everyone's take, though most of us didn't quite understand what had occurred. As for me, I remember that morning rather well.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">I remember sitting at my dinning table that morning and doing my homework assignments when my aunt called my mom. I didn’t catch what she said but could hear the urgency in her voice as my mom rushed to the living room and turned the TV on. My siblings and I weren’t allowed to watch the almost frantic activity on the screen, but immediately were aware that something was amiss as my mom began to cry. Even though I was homeschooled, I could feel that the world was thrown into turmoil, suddenly on shaky footing in its unexpected uncertainty. What we once considered neigh impregnable was suddenly – and through a child’s perception, permanently – contradicted.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">It was the oddest mix of feelings. On one hand, people were experiencing a sudden religious fervor. On the other, since Hawaii was the bridge between continental US and had almost extremely heightened security, there were strange undercurrents of mistrust particularly when it came to traveling. My mom could not shield us from all the tragedy; eventually I had a faint idea of what had occurred. It terrified me. I had thought, as a carefree nine-year-old, America to be the bravest of nations, quite akin to Superman. I’d overlooked the fact that even Superman fell to kryptonite. The event had taken my ideal and slapped it across the cheek, leaving me in shocked confusion.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">9/11 forever changed my perception of America, possibly in ways that I am today still unsure of. Yet one hope still broke through the murky confusion, and that was the response of the heroes during the aftermath. I realized that, while she isn’t the invincible ideal and still needs every single one of her citizens, every single one of them have the courage and responsibility to proudly carry on. We are through the grace of God who we make ourselves to be. After all, isn’t that one of the principles that brought life to our country in the first place? </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Because of 9/11, I’ve grown up with the idea that we were given a chance; a chance to redefine America as our founding fathers meant from the beginning. Coming up to date, the question I now have for my generation is: how will we do it?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><br /></p> <!--EndFragment-->Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-66791528610829351272011-08-15T17:45:00.003-10:002011-08-17T17:22:28.687-10:00Sainthood is within reach XD<a href="http://www.lolsaints.com/sites/lolsaints.com/files/imagecache/main-saint-image/saint-story-images/roflbot-5NoY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 439px;" src="http://www.lolsaints.com/sites/lolsaints.com/files/imagecache/main-saint-image/saint-story-images/roflbot-5NoY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>
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<br /><div>Tagged for a meme by<a href="http://hicatholicmom.blogspot.com/"> Aunty Esther</a>! Haven't done one of these in a while.</div><div>
<br /></div>"Assuming you are a saint, and your cause has been executed, your miracles confirmed, your date on the calendar established, all that is required is to select that of which Holy Mother Church will name you Patron (ess) of.
<br />For this meme, you must name your patronage
<br />and then tag 5 other people who would like to play along."<div>
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<br /></div><div>I'd actually like to be the patroness of (cell) phone users, just 'cause there's nobody yet. So I've got dibs! All joking aside, another reason is because one of my secret fears is calling people on and answering the phone. (Ok...so it's not a secret anymore but...) I have trouble talking on them, so for all my buddies who are just as flabbergasted when it comes to these inventions, I shall be praying for you fervently.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Wow, this is a new version of an <a href="http://theresesroses.blogspot.com/2008/08/meme.html">old meme</a>. Since I don't know who comes here anymore (cue crickets in the background) I'll have to leave this as an open invitation. So have fun!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Happy last few days of summer, everyone!</div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-77481496232050899052011-07-25T15:18:00.002-10:002011-07-25T15:58:26.460-10:00Smile check!Time for something fun!<br />Before Mass this morning, I was kinda blah and my mind was pretty preoccupied. It wasn't preoccupied with anything fun, nor anything overly disastrous (Deo gratias for that), but preoccupied enough that I probably wasn't all smiles. XP So I sat in the pew, waiting for the bells to ring, almost oblivious of everyone in the church while a million troubling thoughts ran through my head. All of a sudden a cell phone rang out of the blue, bringing me back to reality...and my little brother started dancing to the ringtone. o.O? Seriously, who dances to ringtones???! (Apparently my brother does) It was so <i>random</i> and hilariously <i>ridiculous</i> after what I'd been thinking about, that I almost burst out in a full laugh! It did the trick though. It reminded me to keep smiling and not get so worked up about things that really are in God's hands, haha. =)<br /><br />So I'm going to "let go and let God." And dance along with this song! Anyone care to join me? ^^<br /><br /><object width="340" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06vxJ__sFTg&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06vxJ__sFTg&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="340" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br />"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." ~St. Paul<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh. Just a note...you might want to remember to turn off your cell phone before Mass. Even if you're like Moses and expect a call from God any moment, please be respectful of other people. Especially since most of them probably are really praying and not thinking about a million things. Thanks. =)Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-66900948004760283852011-07-11T18:49:00.006-10:002011-07-11T20:17:03.131-10:00"A Little Progress Everyday"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCBd5HldZk9gvpU_rSKqBYEWCLxcxAfEGTBiQSIErID2pefhley8Xn75Ha9zjhx9FnuCNIL8xogAHpMM3pTvB95PIvlO5KKk21qXrtEemiMyPUyWHc1iUmA5OStsn9lv5ea6t/s1600/PicOcean.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCBd5HldZk9gvpU_rSKqBYEWCLxcxAfEGTBiQSIErID2pefhley8Xn75Ha9zjhx9FnuCNIL8xogAHpMM3pTvB95PIvlO5KKk21qXrtEemiMyPUyWHc1iUmA5OStsn9lv5ea6t/s320/PicOcean.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628343140798357794" /></a><div>Ah, summer days. There have been a lot of tourists on the island lately! (Thank you for visiting!) While they crowd the main beaches and make it hard for the rest of us to find parking, they do give us occasion to seek out the hidden island treasures that only we locals know about.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The tide pools are so clear, it makes it hard not to want to jump in! ^^<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>*<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>*<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>*<br /><br />Several years ago, there was a story about a college bound guy who asked everyone in the world for a penny. The story came with a picture of the smart student sitting in the middle of a pile of copper coins, happy that he could actually pay for his tuition. Even if I was far from college myself back then, I remembered the story and, up to now, still pick up the random pennies on the ground that nobody seems to care for. After all, pennies do make dollars, right?<br />Unfortunately, I wasn't able to save quite enough to pay for college....in fact...I'm not even sure what happened to all my pennies. o.O If I were to find them all someday - probably stored away in some place secret to even me - I'm sure they would amount to something!<br /><br />Lately, I've found that this little story of spare change can also be related to a person's change of heart. To explain that though, I think I ought to introduce a friend of mine!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxjsZU5gXODc1evSP6iu2aZX4ClaaN4vFPdrWH1kezuCPiMfcTQXqAljh3JpfOgz2rH98Pk-s3WENGsiqQDCBqJ3e4OGNeUVVcNajGCvgXzcqzANP5erajuHuHzF99pRIAv3WyA/s400/Vigolungo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxjsZU5gXODc1evSP6iu2aZX4ClaaN4vFPdrWH1kezuCPiMfcTQXqAljh3JpfOgz2rH98Pk-s3WENGsiqQDCBqJ3e4OGNeUVVcNajGCvgXzcqzANP5erajuHuHzF99pRIAv3WyA/s400/Vigolungo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Meet Maggiorino Vigolungo, a young member of the Pauline Family! A bit about him: he entered the Society of St. Paul in 1916 at twelve years of age and had "a great love for the Eucharist." Although he died at the age of 14, he strove to be a saint, his motto being "a little progress everyday," a goal that he remained faithful to for the remnant of his life. You can read more about him <a href="http://arokiam.tripod.com/stpauls/id8.html">here</a>.<br /><br />"A little progress everyday."<br />People are constantly changing. A person probably isn't the same as he was the day before, since the events between then (however minor) would have effected him in some way. So every day we each have before us a choice: either we miss our chance to become a better person, or we take that chance and choose to make the right choices that will lead us Heaven-bound.<br />"Sure, Cy, it's probably easy for you to say." Haha....no. (I wish!! D'X) To be honest, that's the reason why I like Maggiorino's quote so much; because I face the same dilemma as the next person....assuming, of course, the next person isn't Mother Teresa. (Although, even Mother Teresa had her hardships. But that's another story.) I seriously doubt that I can completely change overnight, and that's where St. Therese's Little Way meets Maggiorino Vigolungo.<br />Are there times when you want to return your neighbor's insult with a volley of your own? Pick up that penny and hold back the words. Can't seem to find a smile in your heart but know that your brother could really use one? Even if you can't feel it, smile anyway and dust off that extra penny. There are pennies for you to find every single day, from helping a homeless man find a meal to opening a door for an elderly lady.<br />"Store up your treasure in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroy."<br />If we choose these little paths in life, storing up our pennies in Heaven, then even if we can't pay college tuition, we <i>can</i> at least become saints.<br /><br />Pennies do make dollars.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-26598917107374729012011-06-27T20:04:00.006-10:002011-06-27T20:58:59.160-10:00You know the saying "Don't Look Back?"<div>Happy Summer everyone! Yes, I'm sorry for yet another great divide between posts. >.< I won't blame you for not coming here anymore. I really did mean to blog more this summer...but...uh....I had sooo many books to read! And clam chowder to make! And piano lessons....and...and...oh nevermind. (No more excuses, Cy. Just blog already.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I hope this random post finds you well, anonymous reader. :) And thanks for visiting!</div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Earlier in the month I was cleaning my computer, storing away all those old files into a portable storage device. (Wouldn't it be easy if you could do that with some other things? ^^) Ah, the convenience of the modern days we live in! The only complications I had were that the old files were so old that they needed to be converted into a format that could actually be read (They were in a .wps format. Don't save your work on those). While checking to make sure they had survived the ordeal, I stumbled upon some journal files I had written a few years ago. Curiosity killed this little cat, and I ended up reading a couple more. Gee. By the time I was ready to call it quits, I was ready to laugh my head off!</div><div>I remember writing those little tidbits, trying to be oh-so-eloquent, serious, and grown up! (And if you go waaay back to some entries on this blog, you'll see what I mean! I sound like a little girl because...well...I <i>was</i> a little girl! Hahahaha!!) On a more "serious, grown-up" note, I remember having to climb all those molehills, bumps, and mounds - which at the time I thought were impenetrable mountains. </div><div>That's what stopped me from laughing my head off. To my little girl self, those molehills never seemed to have a peak to peek over, and stumbling over those bumps made overcoming those mounds the most difficult thing. At the time, none of those difficulties struck me as funny in the slightest (even though I knew I would laugh someday. When I was like, old...er). At the time, I couldn't understand why I had to climb those molehills to get to the other side. "Why, God?? Couldn't I just find some other, easier way?"</div><div>Looking back now, I know why. If God hadn't made me climb the molehill, I would still be stuck on the bottom of the mountain. If I hadn't stumbled over the bumps, I wouldn't have the balance to jump over ravines. If He had brought me somewhere other than over those mounds, I would have missed the spectacular view the climb had brought me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4SAQiBuXsQKvkm3r44CBieaAunjmpLDW_pJpwShGDK04yTgFvbpvxIh75SXCGdqxbPqR5TdH9HxJcf33pT8xR4z4ZRQxV_q2BFP6ODSZviQv-p_S1vUhREAzSm_NyvwpIOdy/s1600/5571_100901413257884_100000140761384_23220_971030_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ4SAQiBuXsQKvkm3r44CBieaAunjmpLDW_pJpwShGDK04yTgFvbpvxIh75SXCGdqxbPqR5TdH9HxJcf33pT8xR4z4ZRQxV_q2BFP6ODSZviQv-p_S1vUhREAzSm_NyvwpIOdy/s320/5571_100901413257884_100000140761384_23220_971030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623157014443308034" /></a><br />And that was the result of only a few years. </div><div>Sometimes we don't get why we go through certain things until they're over and we have to chance to look back. We don't realize how amazing our story has become.</div><div><br />So, go ahead, look back and enjoy the view so far. Be amazed at how God has brought you to where you are now. Don't linger too long, though, because ahead of you, there's still more of the adventure to come.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-24940675408203191662011-04-25T16:37:00.003-10:002011-04-25T16:39:08.079-10:00Happy EasterA very blessed Easter to you all, friends. =) May the risen Christ's light and love remain with us always.<br /><br /><object width="340" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLLMzr3PFgk&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLLMzr3PFgk&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="340" height="390"></embed></object>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-60631878004235066632011-04-17T18:22:00.005-10:002011-04-17T19:14:43.712-10:00Say Cheese!! (Actually, I want you to smile)<center>"A smile is laughter's whisper and has its roots in the soul."<br />~Archbishop Fulton Sheen</center><br /><br />One of the things that I really like about Saint Therese's little way is the resolve to smile, especially when encountered with a grumpy cashier person, a solemn librarian with a face of stone, or just someone who looks like they're having a bad day. Have you ever tried giving them just the tiniest, straight from the heart, joyful little smile? Trust me, it works, and it is soooooo much fun!! ^^ The grumpy cashier person gets all confused that you're thanking him in spite of his nonchalance, the solemn librarian's mouth starts to twitch about the edges ever so slightly at your bubbly enthusiasm for books, and the poor victim of that bad day quite stares at you as if you've gone mad (And guess what? They copy you in the end! Yes, everyone's gone quite mad. Score 1 for God!! XD).<br /><br />It all starts with a little assignment my Little Way teacher once gave me and my friends:<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWQDpel_kGyPDBGEITzPR5cWobAOx1AsswaU_gHy08PkwjYfkTOGySlZX_FwJfMFsLASprr25EDGgPYaUmqQI2ZIpfMuwYHb0TajuCo4Q-yn-XTCtzb0uRcKx-8-yGxTM3iVW/s1600/IMAG0727.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWQDpel_kGyPDBGEITzPR5cWobAOx1AsswaU_gHy08PkwjYfkTOGySlZX_FwJfMFsLASprr25EDGgPYaUmqQI2ZIpfMuwYHb0TajuCo4Q-yn-XTCtzb0uRcKx-8-yGxTM3iVW/s320/IMAG0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592180859826935474" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Yeah, Cy, it's all well and good when you're at the top of the world, but what if you just can't seem to put one foot in front of the other?"<br /><br />Those days come. When I think of the martyrs who went to their often-horrific deaths with a radiant smile, I am like Saint Therese and feel like a pebble staring up at a mountain. I've got my own Cross to carry, and it's heavy enough without trying to help carry someone else's! Yeah, well, there was someone who pretty much had the same thought. And it just so happens that I'm named after him: Simon of Cyrene.<br /><br />When you can't seem to compliment that grumpy cashier person because you're every bit as grumpy as he is, remember that time when Jesus was surrounded by those who shouted for His death on the Cross. When you can't seem to break the stoniness of your own heart and find the joy to share with that old librarian, remember the stoniness of the soldiers' hearts when they scourged Jesus and forced Him to carry the Cross. When you're having a bad day and can't find the strength to smile a ray of light for the person next to you, remember the day that Jesus had that Good Friday so long ago. And if not for the sake of the person next to you, for the sake of giving comfort to our Lord when all others had abandoned Him.<br />What would you do if you saw the suffering Christ in them?<br /><br />Now I pass on to you the same assignment that I was given (see above picture). It's really nothing new, in fact, we hear it all the time. It can be summed up in two very simple parts:<br />1. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind..."<br />2. "...and love your neighbor as yourself."<br /><br />The easiest way to start? Start with a smile.<br /><br />Have a very blessed Holy Week, friends, and may God give you the strength to carry your Cross so to be able to rise with Him on Easter morning.<br /><br />=)Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-77066456901855527922011-04-16T20:27:00.000-10:002011-04-16T20:28:19.137-10:00<object style="height: 350px; width: 380px" width="380" height="350"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/PFHlxPjahVs?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/PFHlxPjahVs?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="380" height="350"></embed></object>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-31519431684445920772011-04-06T19:31:00.006-10:002011-04-06T20:00:33.975-10:00Stay calm...don't...p-panic...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79PNJaDhkRA_aIBgwJuPUu5GBMneD4kMDTHwcEpF0H2p8fIjR5AhloXdMzZzg2xBw3Mp1MB2fcb8PyCfyGGDKiEaq8xzcbmFeAoWPLD3uLIhgRRkT-7HI-4GHE3CeuQwQfuFV/s1600/CyPhone+346.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592711271797495714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79PNJaDhkRA_aIBgwJuPUu5GBMneD4kMDTHwcEpF0H2p8fIjR5AhloXdMzZzg2xBw3Mp1MB2fcb8PyCfyGGDKiEaq8xzcbmFeAoWPLD3uLIhgRRkT-7HI-4GHE3CeuQwQfuFV/s320/CyPhone+346.jpg" /></a> <br /><blockquote><br /><p>You are out to sea and a storm brews up. You can't do anything except call out: "Lord, save me!" (Mt 14,30). May he who walks fearlessly over the waves stretch out his hand, may he relieve you of your fear, may he set your confidence in him, may he speak to your heart, saying to you: "Think of what I have borne. Do you have something to bear from a false brother or from enemies outside? Didn't I have mine, too? Those who gnashed their teeth outside; the disciple who betrayed me inside." True enough, the storm is raging. But Christ saves us from "smallness of soul and the tempest" (Ps 55[54],9 LXX). </p><br /><p>Is your boat tossed about? Perhaps it is because Christ is asleep in you. The boat in which the disciples were sailing was being tossed by a raging sea and yet Christ was sleeping. But in time these men realized at last that they had the lord and creator of the wind with them. They drew near to Christ and woke him: Christ commanded the wind and there was a great calm. Your heart is very rightly troubled if you have forgotten him in whom you have believed. And your anguish becomes unbearable when all that Christ suffered for you remains far from your mind. If you don't think of Christ, he sleeps. Wake Christ; call on your faith. For Christ sleeps in you if you have forgotten his Passion; and if you remember his Passion, then Christ awakes in you. When, with all your heart, you have reflected over what Christ suffered, won't you bear your trials steadfastly in your turn? And maybe with joy you will find yourself a little more like your King through your suffering.</p><br /><p>Yes indeed, when these thoughts start to comfort you and give you joy, then know that Christ has stood up and commanded the wind; from this comes to pass the calm within you. As one of the Psalms says: "I was awaiting the one who would save me from smallness of soul and the tempest". ~ Saint Augustine</p></blockquote>One of my favorite paintings is Rembrandt's <a href="http://www.gardnermuseum.org/explore/#/2nd_floor/dutch_room/christ_in_the_storm_on_the_sea_of_galilee">Christ in the Storm in the Sea of Galilee</a>. Whenever my boat is tossed about, I remember a homily that I once heard: Christ is sleeping at the stern, the part of the boat that sinks first. He watches over us even in His 'sleep'. <br /><br /><center>"Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you." ~God </center>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-49984319798632028812011-03-23T14:36:00.007-10:002011-03-23T20:44:13.072-10:00How (not) to pray! ...just listen.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenmlNDcBF3CaiuEb1QfGdCTKC6TuxQbqHr_u4Y-e4NHTOKFMto0wQGCoiUAiXw3BQEKSApgQkL2a3cOswqbTxoebJClrJ3u8HX7ZIxszaatBk1UYhIVB93bTpcjgXMPeBeWjL/s1600/IMAG0155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenmlNDcBF3CaiuEb1QfGdCTKC6TuxQbqHr_u4Y-e4NHTOKFMto0wQGCoiUAiXw3BQEKSApgQkL2a3cOswqbTxoebJClrJ3u8HX7ZIxszaatBk1UYhIVB93bTpcjgXMPeBeWjL/s320/IMAG0155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587440062045142386" /></a><br />How's your Lenten journey so far, friends? ^_^<div>For me, it seems like the closer I try to get to God, the more I see how swiss-cheesy I am. Too many holes in various places, so much so that I wonder how the saints became so holy instead of "hole-y".<br />This Lent I'm trying to patch up all those holes, especially when it comes to praying. Of course, I <i>do</i> like praying! When I actually get around to it and concentrate, it such an amazing and humbling experience knowing that you're in the presence of God, talking with Him (you talk <i>with</i> Him because, contrary to popular belief, He has much more to say to you, than you do Him). I'd quite literally die if I didn't make time to pray.<div><br />"Ok, Miss Cy-Cy, so if you like praying so much, how come you're not such a good job?" </div><div>Hmm, good question. <div><br /></div><div><br />First off, you'll have to read this completely hilarious (and unfortunately, completely true in my case!) post: <a href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/7-reasons-i-stink-at-praying">7 Reasons Why I Stink at Praying</a></div><div><a href="http://www.ncregister.com/blog/7-reasons-i-stink-at-praying"></a><br />Soooo....how many reasons did you put a check mark beside? Don't worry, I put one beside all seven of them, so there's no way you could possibly beat my perfect score. Now you know why I need to work on praying, haha...<br /><br /><div>To me, praying is often like attending a symphony event. At first, you are enraptured by the sheer beauty and excitement of the music. Your entire self thrills with the woodwinds, shouts with the brass, breathes with the strings, and your heart thumps to the rhythm of the percussion. It's almost as if you become a part of the music. Yet somewhere along the music's story your seat gets unnaturally hard, you zip up your jacket and grumble at the overenthusiastic AC, you notice your seat neighbor has an annoyingly off sense of rhythm, and you wonder why the composer would add so many notes and where on earth the music is going. It's difficult to appreciate the music when you're so distracted, and you find that you lost focus of that beautiful sound with which you were so enamored.</div><div>The music never left, you simply forgot that it was there, having noticed all the little selfish things that you unintentionally gave a front seat to. The music is still there, waiting for you to fall in love with it again. It takes much for you to re-shift your focus like a camera, forever zooming in and out to find that right setting. No one said that tuning an instrument (musical, a camera, or yourself) was easy to do at first. It takes attending many, many concerts to become a listener - an audience.</div><div>It's worth it, though. When you quiet your heart and fall back into the music, AKA that "still, small Voice" and let it fill your soul, you forget all the effort it took and become lost in sweet melody.</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div>So while I can't exactly tell you how to pray (because everyone is different when it comes to prayer life) I can say that if you come to God with a humble, quiet, and repentant heart, there's a good chance that you'll hear a couple of notes...and maybe you'll end up hearing the entire symphony.</div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-71156940248769560352011-03-14T16:03:00.000-10:002011-03-14T16:03:00.371-10:00<object style="height: 390px; width: 440px" width="440" height="390"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/BIScENjdzww?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/BIScENjdzww?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="440" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />What Planned Parenthood is doing...it's not a rumor, it's not something pro-life "fanatics" are making up. It's the truth. It's a very sad, cold truth about what's happening to our nation. The facts are there, and they point to injustice. Injustice is not what our country is about.Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-61343073433659694782011-03-13T16:07:00.001-10:002011-03-13T16:13:05.165-10:00Pray for our brothers in sisters in Japan!<div><br /> <div>Imagine if this had happened to us...</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/events/japan-quake-2011/beforeafter.htm">ABC's before and after shots of Japan</a></div><br /><div>...imagine, then pray for those whom it has happened to.</div></div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-59734351079020976562011-03-11T15:29:00.003-10:002011-03-11T16:15:09.763-10:00Fish and Lent<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yAG2psJQsNnhGdCSkmAbOGZRoT7n5CHEYnnHxYuLDJyu2wIJdTb0JCNS5b2hxdcuIppo_ahHT_7BHQgmEeXh3G5_fm272Y4Owdny-JwtxN8nCFDmebwhICOUAPzuD4-S4fJy/s1600/BigBlue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yAG2psJQsNnhGdCSkmAbOGZRoT7n5CHEYnnHxYuLDJyu2wIJdTb0JCNS5b2hxdcuIppo_ahHT_7BHQgmEeXh3G5_fm272Y4Owdny-JwtxN8nCFDmebwhICOUAPzuD4-S4fJy/s320/BigBlue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583010580654224722" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>"P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney!"<br /><br />Dory, that fun, perky little fish from <i>Finding Nemo</i> is one of our favorite movie characters. We can even recite her lines better than the rest of the characters', more than any other character from any other movie for that matter! (If only you could hear recordings of my siblings and friends recite Dory from start to finish! It's hilarious!)<br />Poor Dory has one fatal flaw, though. She has short-term memory loss and "forgets things almost instantly." Things would be going along just swimmingly...until she forgets what she was doing or where she was going.<br /><br />You're probably wondering whether this has anything to do with Lent, or whether the poor blogger has ended up like Dory and forgot what the correlation was. (Or maybe it has something to do with Catholics and fish on fridays, but...yeah...let's not get into that. Poor Dory.) Actually, Dory has much in common with the Israelites about whom we read during the latter parts of Lent, but more specifically, she has much in common with us.<br />Doesn't it seem to you that the Israelites had everything going for them until they "forgot" how loving God was? Doesn't it seem to you that we tend to become so complacent in our faith? We get so comfortable staying where we are in our lives so much so that we forget what we're really supposed to be doing, and it takes a tsunami to shove us off our beach chair and do something to solidly live out our Christianity.<br /><br />That's what Lent can do. It's a reminder of what we were supposed to be doing in the first place; it brings us back to the basics through our denying ourselves of things we don't really need.<br />Do I <i>really</i> need to watch all the TV shows that I give so much time for? Do I <i>really</i> need to go shopping for things that will make me look glamourous? Do I <i>really</i> need to be on Facebook so long? (Yeeesss!!.....uhmmm...no. *buries face in arms*)<br />Take a step back. Are these things doing anything to help us focus our lives around God? Are these going to help us fit through the narrow gate? By refocusing the time we use for these things - ironically, by dropping these and taking up our Crosses - we can end up living lives that are more worth living.<br /><br />Like Dory, we need that reminder to stay focused on our "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." AKA, Heaven.<br /><div>So have a blessed Lent, everyone! And stay focused! =)</div><div><br /></div>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-10808051541526505812011-03-07T19:14:00.000-10:002011-03-07T19:14:00.779-10:00The Blogosphere expanded!...Or, at least my knowledge of it's unending reaches did, haha! =D<br />Check the sidebar for some links to some pretty awesome blogs: The Catholic Young Women, Little Flower's Crown of Roses, From a Catholic Daughter, and ...Where God Finds Me....<br />And yes, these are girls' blogs (although, you can still read them, even if you happen to be a boy). ;-) Girls just rock that way, especially when they absolutely LOVE God the way these young women do. So do visit them and listen as they share their journeys.Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-1675664056299929352011-03-06T18:00:00.003-10:002011-03-06T18:56:41.456-10:00Sometimes Cy is a lot like *sigh*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31C3xOuC0BrM5TxMqRfB7QkLomGUZMxLQrttQhBeEjnxqmfWvD3LTzqzlZ_pyDBcl8CQA749s9eGV9s4KMV4MaXYTSyplXeV6ioYTh4rrYM7Y6ftDDMG2yAQRHOGs8M4z9f-O/s1600/shot_1284577622535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj31C3xOuC0BrM5TxMqRfB7QkLomGUZMxLQrttQhBeEjnxqmfWvD3LTzqzlZ_pyDBcl8CQA749s9eGV9s4KMV4MaXYTSyplXeV6ioYTh4rrYM7Y6ftDDMG2yAQRHOGs8M4z9f-O/s320/shot_1284577622535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581184517557524690" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>"My son, when you come to serve the LORD, prepare yourself for trials.<br />Be sincere of heart and steadfast, undisturbed in time of adversity.<br />Cling to him, forsake him not; thus will your future be great.<br />Accept whatever befalls you, in crushing misfortune be patient;<br />For in fire gold is tested, and worthy men in the crucible of humiliation.<br />Trust God and he will help you; make straight your ways and hope in him.<br />You who fear the LORD, wait for his mercy, turn not away lest you fall.<br />You who fear the LORD, trust him, and your reward will not be lost.<br />You who fear the LORD, hope for good things, for lasting joy and mercy.<br />Study the generations long past and understand; has anyone hoped in the LORD and been disappointed? Has anyone persevered in his fear and been forsaken? has anyone called upon him and been rebuffed?<br />Compassionate and merciful is the LORD; he forgives sins, he saves in time of trouble."<br />~Sirach 2:1-11"</center><br /><br />Sometimes it feels like you're walking in the pouring rain without an umbrella, cold and shivering while several cars pass you by. You look balefully to the sky and wonder when the rain is ever going to give out and a stop...and when it doesn't, you yourself begin to reflect the overcast weather. Now you could choose to wear your inner frown and hunch your shoulders in depression, but let's say you swallow your disappointment and carry on as bravely as you can. <br />Yeah. It sounds a lot like martyrdom. Even if it isn't actual martyrdom (or it's only a small one in reality) it can feel like it's your entire world at the moment. <br /><br />As a young Catholic girl, I'm beginning to realize many things that I never experienced before. Like living in a world that pretty much sees me as some freaky alien and keeps reaching for the Raid spray (an exaggerating exaggeration, but it comes close). There's so much that we young Catholics have to deal with that it almost seems like we're going to drown. Almost, were it not for our strong foundation. That strong foundation that Father read from the Gospel this morning...suddenly, when the rains are coming down and the floods are coming up, I have a greater appreciation for my faith. So as long as that firm Rock is there, it doesn't matter if I can't see past the rain to what's up ahead. I know He can.<br /><br />So now it's just the attitude you decide to live by. It's one thing to trust God, but can you trust Him with a hopeful smile on your face? Like Saint Therese said, you can suffer, but the difference is when you suffer well.<br /><br />The rain can only last for so long. There's only so much water in the world. Someday soon, the clouds will have to give up. So I'm looking up with a deep breath and a Hail Mary, waiting for that first glimpse of Marian blue....<br /><br /><object width="440" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKv12wt_idI&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKv12wt_idI&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="440" height="390"></embed></object>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-37724987286878469852011-02-14T16:46:00.003-10:002011-02-14T17:02:32.933-10:00"Will you be My valentine?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lgHq7efIuJydyaueW3jGeDLUhyCldPK42mQOYW-sFTougwewyfWJ-e2BgiHY4-mcE9APbD09upLdCA-ywyXXKtop5af9AQSva-Qczv1VQTHncC_H3aNATmMOiuKEXH5_kbyG/s1600/JesusHeart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lgHq7efIuJydyaueW3jGeDLUhyCldPK42mQOYW-sFTougwewyfWJ-e2BgiHY4-mcE9APbD09upLdCA-ywyXXKtop5af9AQSva-Qczv1VQTHncC_H3aNATmMOiuKEXH5_kbyG/s320/JesusHeart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573742783197481106" /></a><br /><br />So we went to Mass today, and we were pretty early so we had more than a few minutes to pray and prepare ourselves for Mass. I found myself staring at the above stained glass window, realizing that it was Jesus and His Sacred Heart. Then I realized....that every time we receive the Eucharist, we receive a Valentine from God. And the best part is that this Valentine is for forever. <3<br /><br /><br />(I really, really like this new song! It's a fun song by Jamie Grace.)<br /><object width="340" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENlO-uVg8Sk&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENlO-uVg8Sk&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="340" height="350"></embed></object>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-1393167244597409062011-02-14T16:39:00.001-10:002011-02-14T16:43:30.724-10:00God's Dream (and Valentine)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TVQOC3_pRVQ2Kcl2-sNpMQRV17OTuOGzTdtxkRYj-lhgMKfd5idmq5WxMLAi-sgpwliEGP6Lr2mkm6rYjF60MATY-X7-Cxrn9rH7zJZruS8Ue0rvrPT7iyM0G81XAX6Xjw6_/s1600/Rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TVQOC3_pRVQ2Kcl2-sNpMQRV17OTuOGzTdtxkRYj-lhgMKfd5idmq5WxMLAi-sgpwliEGP6Lr2mkm6rYjF60MATY-X7-Cxrn9rH7zJZruS8Ue0rvrPT7iyM0G81XAX6Xjw6_/s320/Rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573741268199770338" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><center>God’s Dream<br /><br />By Charles Peguy<br /><br /><br />The Lord God said:<br />I myself will dream a dream within you,<br />Good dreaming comes from me, you know.<br />My dreams seem impossible, not too practical<br />nor for the cautious man or woman;<br />a little risky sometimes, a trifle brash perhaps.<br />Some of my friends prefer to rest more comfortably<br />in sounder sleep with visionless eyes.<br />But from those who share my dreams I ask<br />a little patience,<br />a little humor,<br />some small courage,<br />and a listening heart –<br />I will do the rest.<br />Then they will risk and wonder at their daring;<br />run, and marvel at their speed;<br />build, and stand in awe at the beauty of their building.<br />You will meet me often as you work<br />in your companions who share the risk,<br />in your friends who believe in you enough<br />to lend their own dreams, their own hands,<br />their own hearts, to your building.<br />In the people who will stand in your doorway, stay awhile<br />And walk away knowing that hey too can find a dream.<br />There will be sin-filled days<br />And sometimes a little rain – a little variety<br />both come from me.<br />So come now, be content.<br />It is my dream you dream,<br />my house you build,<br />my caring you witness;<br />my love you share<br />And this is the heart of the matter.<br /><br />Charles Peguy (1873 - 1914) </center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-69750770927772932472011-02-12T19:34:00.000-10:002011-02-12T19:36:04.576-10:00Love "Scripture Snack" ^^<object width="340" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GAX5wZ18OM&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GAX5wZ18OM&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="340" height="350"></embed></object>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-42781643767740419142011-02-09T15:30:00.003-10:002011-02-09T15:49:20.896-10:00God said: "Let there be Light!!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG_i3TUcewkCJQgzFq9oaZpiL0EFVeaHY6eqKsUvhltCqQZYMQaNaylVPyZQk-ghwjgma9kzzrcaXGnCH9jvfM8k9QhObq1yHf163oamyZAmrPCnO_Bz2rt2nKUEz3_Nd8omY/s1600/BeThese.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG_i3TUcewkCJQgzFq9oaZpiL0EFVeaHY6eqKsUvhltCqQZYMQaNaylVPyZQk-ghwjgma9kzzrcaXGnCH9jvfM8k9QhObq1yHf163oamyZAmrPCnO_Bz2rt2nKUEz3_Nd8omY/s320/BeThese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571868216380093554" /></a><br /><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ok, so I didn't make up the idea behind the picture. ^^ It's pretty awesome though!</span></center><br /><blockquote>Christians are like lights for others, for everyone in all the world. If we are christians then we must become like Christ. If you want to learn how, then the art of foresight will make you more and more like Christ, for he was humble of heart and always attentive to people's needs. Great sanctity begins with this attention to others. If it is to be beautiful then our vocation must be wholly filled with this attention. Wherever Jesus passed, he did good. And the Virgin Mary at Cana only thought of the needs of others and passed them on to Jesus. A Christian is a tabernacle of the living God. He created me, chose me, came to live in me because he needed me. Now you have learned how much God loves you, what could be more natural than for you to spend the rest of your life spreading this love? To be truly a Christian is truly to welcome Christ and become another Christ. It is to love as we are loved, as Christ loved us on the cross.<br />~Mother Teresa</blockquote>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-27075930946954365552011-02-07T14:45:00.000-10:002011-02-07T14:45:00.679-10:00"Made to Love You" by TobyMac<br /><br /><object width="340" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc6BYqGeLRk&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pc6BYqGeLRk&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="340" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center>“The only thing I really wish for<br />...Is to love until I die of love.”</center><center><br />“You know well enough that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions,<br />nor even at their difficulty, but at the love with which we do them.”</center><center><br />"I do not desire either suffering or death, although both are appealing to me;<br />it is love alone which really attracts me...<br />I can ask for nothing with any enthusiasm<br />except the perfect accomplishment of the Divine Will in my soul,<br />unhindered by any intrusion of created things.<br />I can say, with the words of our father, St. John of the Cross,<br />in his Spiritual Canticle,<br />'I drank in the inner cellar of my Beloved, and when I went forth into the meadow<br />I forgot everything and lost the flock which I used to drive.<br />My soul has employed all its resources in His service;<br />now I guard no flock, nor do I have any other duties.<br />Now my only occupation is love.'<br />Or again: 'I know love is so powerful that it can turn<br />whatever is good or bad in me into profit,<br />and it can transform my soul into Himself."<br />~ St. Thérèse</center>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-1882484019319348672011-02-06T14:49:00.000-10:002011-02-06T14:49:00.573-10:00"Called to Love"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGw9BYUgRnJUwfvb5jugerIyErXaSfyQ-6BBhLf_3l5HNkqbiXztz9zC1ct33MTFufoD7cj9eY-VOZUY1nOXUqNU30M4TQreGKlvvJ_mToNTjSGF4ex30Bsm3eDSEN0o4LuXSG/s1600/Branches.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGw9BYUgRnJUwfvb5jugerIyErXaSfyQ-6BBhLf_3l5HNkqbiXztz9zC1ct33MTFufoD7cj9eY-VOZUY1nOXUqNU30M4TQreGKlvvJ_mToNTjSGF4ex30Bsm3eDSEN0o4LuXSG/s320/Branches.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570375168555038578" /></a><br /><blockquote>"We have been called to love the world. And God loved the world so much that He gave Jesus to it. Today, He loves the world so much that He gives you and me to the world to be His love, His compassion, and His presence through our lives of prayer, sacrifice, and self-surrender. The response that God is waiting for from you is to become a contemplative, to be a contemplative. Let us take Jesus at His word and we will be contemplatives at the heart of the world, because if we have faith then we are His permanent presence. In contemplation the soul draws directly from God's heart the graces that the active life has been entrusted to distribute. Our very existence is to be intimately bound to the living Christ within us. If we do not live in God's presence, we cannot keep going. What is contemplation? It is to live the life of Jesus. That is how I understand it. To love Jesus; living His life at the heart of out own; living our own at the heart of His... Contemplation has nothing to do with shutting oneself up in a dark cupboard but in allowing Jesus to live His Passion, His love, and His humility in us, to pray with us, to be with us, and to make holy through us. Our lives and our contemplation are one. It's not a question of doing but of being. In fact it is about the complete happiness of our spirit through the Holy Spirit Who breathes God's fullness into us and send us out into all of creation as His own, personal message of love."<br />~Mother Teresa of Calcutta</blockquote>Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-61423889331486296542011-02-05T14:32:00.002-10:002011-02-05T14:38:38.767-10:00That little something called "Love"I kind of forgot that Valentine's Day was on the 14th. ^^ So I decided, for the next few days until Valentine's Day, to post something about that little thing called Love.<br /><br />Here's Brandon Heath and his song "Your Love".<br /><object width="340" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Et7VNHk4pgU&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Et7VNHk4pgU&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="340" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />"My Jesus, how good it is to love you! Let me be like your disciples on Mount Tabor, seeing nothing else but you, my Savior. Let us be as two friends, neither of whom can bear to offend the other. Amen."<br />~St. John VianneyCyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30577442.post-85253240329963390852011-02-04T09:48:00.003-10:002011-02-04T10:34:54.205-10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hhNkaVvduvdx2o02dNfAu33oblnjuqvtas8DaxbwXzSLKKe5UYcbzFhsKOzhqSMyxu-cZB2FF6efF8i_ORU5QS-TMUrRtCO6oPHvlUkErvUs-2hPuuM73k80tc8O_3PyPxJg/s1600/IMAG0008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hhNkaVvduvdx2o02dNfAu33oblnjuqvtas8DaxbwXzSLKKe5UYcbzFhsKOzhqSMyxu-cZB2FF6efF8i_ORU5QS-TMUrRtCO6oPHvlUkErvUs-2hPuuM73k80tc8O_3PyPxJg/s320/IMAG0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569926676507071890" /></a><br /><br /><br />Every first Wednesday of the month here on Oahu, the Co-Cathedral of St. Teresa has Adoration for Vocations. We attended one, and over the speakers they were playing a Latin/Gregorian Chant CD sung by Sisters. As we knelt in front of True Love Himself and listened to the beautiful music, all the day's troubles slowly melted away and were replaced by the quiet reassurance that everything will turn out in the end. <br />If you've ever been to the Co-Cathedral, you know how echoey it is there! The echoey effect added to the already mysterious sound of the Chant, and I began to wonder why the Chants are always so mysterious. But when you think about it, God is a bit of a mystery, and the Chants reflect Him...<br />Anyway. (I lost track of where this post was going...sooo many mysteries to figure out, and most of them we aren't supposed to figure out!) Here's a site that I found some time ago that's run by the Benedictine Sisters of Perpetual Adoration. It reminded me of the Chants that played over the speakers.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.monasterypodcast.com/">Monastery Podcast</a><br /><br /><br />It's like sitting by an empty beach letting the lull of the water sooth your soul...Cyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003726575006409043noreply@blogger.com0