St.Augusitine writing Confessions
While remembering all his youthful follies, he remembers how God's unfarthomable grace has been a shield for him, how grace leads to discover his faith into Three in One God.
Divine Illumination
St: Augustine receive divine illumination from Jesus the Son of God and Mary, the mother of Jesus, enlightening him while he is writing his discourse.
St.MONICA and St.AUGUSTINE at Ecstacy at Ostia
Two saints, mother and son receive a vision of heaven at Ostia, near Rome. It was the last moment of the two being together, looking heaven ward, and later St.Monica died and was buried there.
Seminarians on the wall.
With co-seminarians, where trying to escape the scourging sunlight, sitting on the fence and keeping ourselves calm with jokes.
Rosary Garden at Tabor Hill, Talamban
A place of prayer and peace, a place of love and charity where being together with the mother of our Divine Lord, and recitation of Holy Rosary knocks the doors of Heaven.
17 November, 2010
Light
09 November, 2010
MY PLACE
The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, "That's my seat! You took my place!"
The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing.
After Sunday School, the visitor went into the church sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and said, "That's where I always sit. You took my place!"
The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still said nothing.
Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change.
Horrible scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet.
Someone from the congregation noticed him and called out, "What happened to you?"
The visitor replied, "I took your place."
May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let His presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and to bask in the sun. It is there for each and every one of you.
Author Unknown
Contributed by Anne Brophy
Misfortune
seashore. He has finished the outside walls, and bit by bit, the
building was beginning of to take shape. the bedrooms, the kitchen,
the dinning room- everything in its proper place. nothing was
missing; there was even a garage and chimney.
But while he was so m completely taken in his important
project,he failed to notice that the late afternoon tides were
beginning to rise, coming close.
Soon one wave stronger than the rest swept beyond his and
house and as it flowed back tot he sea,it destroyed the hole project
in a single moment.
What was the child to do? full of disappointment, he ran as
fast as his little legs could carry him, back to his mother's arms-she
had been sitting a few feet away engrossed in her knitting. He threw
himself in to her arms and wanted never to leave them.
The wave made him rediscover the joy of his mother's embrace.
Had it not been for the destructive wave, the child would have had
to be coaxed to obey his mother and turn away form his
interesting pastime, that he would have gone back home
unwillingly. But the wave solved everything....
Way back home to the heavenly father, who welcomes us..............
Have a NICE Day with JESUS......
08 November, 2010
Death wish cured
As we think of this small story, it touches one's heart. Everyone old and child alike
always complain. We should try not to complain as much as we can.
Complaints can be many if there are many who complains.
But one things is that who does not complain?
If Heaven says "those who not complain will be accepted here?"
Who will be there in heaven. everyone should try one's best to stop
complaining and stop looking only on bad things.
If we see only bad things that means our mind is not healthy rather it's rotten.
To see good is the most necessary things in one's life.
thanks for readin'
i hope i will have chance to post some articles related to patience and christian life...
07 November, 2010
THE THIRD FALL
THE THIRD FALL
On his way to the church, the man fell and his clothes got dirty. He got up, brushed himself up, and headed home. At home, he changed his clothes, and was, again, on his way to the Lord's house.
On his way to the church, he fell again and at the same spot! He, again, got up, brushed himself off and headed home. At home he, once again, changed his clothes and was on his way to the Lord's house.
On his way to the church, he met a man holding a lamp. He asked the man of his identity and the man replied 'I saw you fall twice on your way to the church, so I brought a lamp so I can light your way.
The first man thanked him profusely and the two went on their way to the church.. Once at the church, the first man asked the man with the lamp to come in and pray with him. The second man refused.
The first man asked him a couple more times and, again, the answer was the same. The first man asked him why he did not wish to come in and pray. The man replied, 'I am Satan'. The man was shocked at this reply.
Do not put off the good you intended to do as you never know how much reward you might receive from the hardships you encounter while trying to achieve that good. For your righteousness can save your family and nation at large. Do this and see the victory of the Lord.
06 November, 2010
What Do I Do
Doll for sister, White Rose for Mother....
Hello, as I found this touching story coming round in my e-mail, I thought of sharing it with you.
You might have read this article earlier. Nevertheless, Spend some time to read this! decide how you can help to spread the message.
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping,
when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6
years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money
to buy the doll, my dear...'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to
my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.
'' My heart nearly stopped.. The little boy looked up at me and said:
'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.. I need her to wait until I come
back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister
won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me,
but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. '
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, I hope I do have enough.'
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money! '
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll,
so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted
to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.
My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started...
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.. Then I remembered a local news
paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who
hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right
away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether
to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would
not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young
woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the
photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still,
to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk
driver had taken all this away from him.
PLEASE DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.
Now you have 2 choices:
Forward this message & spread awareness
OR
Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.



