Daily Reflection with Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes

Dear Friends: Praying is not easy. Our daily routine calls for our full attention. And the world around us puts little value on prayer; our lives are full of material things but at the same time are getting emptier in God’s value.

For this reason, I will post a daily reflection and as you visit this site may the Holy Spirit within you come to your aid and guide you gently to the God who loves you

Monday, October 17, 2016

Lean On Me

As the road ahead seems rugged
and the path is getting steep,

I feel that I can't make it
so my heart begins to weep.
Then I turn to see who's coming
to join me on my way.
I see it is my Lord
and He slowly turns to say,
"Lean on me.....
when you have no strength to stand.
When you feel you're going under,
hold tighter to my hand.
Lean on me......
when your heart begins to bleed.
When you know I'm all you have,
then you'll find I'm all you need."
Then when I felt that no one cared
if I lived or died,
and no one bothered asking why
I'd go alone to cry.
When the burden got so heavy
I could barely face the day,
I felt His arms around me
as I gently heard Him say,
"Lean on me......
when you have no strength to stand.
When you feel you're going under,
hold tighter to my hand.
Lean on me......
when your heart begins to bleed.
When you come to know I'm all you have,
then you'll find I'm all you need.

Author Unknown~

Descubriendo el siglo 21
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018

Final Inspection

The officer stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just
as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Officer, 
How shall I deal with you? 
Have you always turned the other cheek? 
To your church have you been true?"
The officer squared his shoulders and said,
" No, Lord, I guess I am not, 
Because all of us who carry badges Can’t always be a saint. 
I’ve had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was rough, 
And sometimes I’ve been violent Because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny That wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got way too steep.
 And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, 
I’ve wept an unmanly tear.
I know I don’t deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.
If you’ve a place for me here,
Lord, it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t… I’ll understand!
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints often trod.
 As the officer waited quietly
For the judgment of his GOD
"Step forward now, Officer. 
You’ve borne your burdens well 
Come walk a beat on heaven’s streets, 
You’ve done your time in hell"
author unknown

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O, Box 1170
New York, NY 10018


Monday, October 10, 2016

75 Cents

In 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years;
their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a
presence they feared. Whenever they heard his
tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would
scramble to hide under their beds.
 He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. 
 Now that he had decided to leave, there
would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern
Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new
and then put on my best homemade dress,
loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off
to find a job.
 The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whoever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything.
I had to have a job. Still no luck.
The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town,
was an old Root Beer Bar rel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny 
owned the place and she peeked out of the window from
time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep.
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
 That night when the little ones and I knelt to say 
our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job.
And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money -- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak..
I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat.
New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
 Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
 I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires. I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
 Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.  
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys.
Then I hid them in the basement so there would be 
something for Santa to
deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too.
I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.
There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
 A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
 When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
 Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes.
There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries.
There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
 And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll..
 As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly
rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life,
I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my
little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December.
And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.....
I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
 1. 'Yes!' 
 2. 'Not yet.' 
 3. 'I have something better in mind.'
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now,
but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
 Here is the prayer:.... "Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Amen."

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018

Monday, October 3, 2016


A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.
He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups.
And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.
As he was driving the last nail into the post,
he felt a tug on his overalls.
He looked down into the eyes of little boy.
'Mister,' he said, 'I want to buy one of your puppies.' 
'We ll,' said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back
of his neck, ' These puppies come from fine
parents and cost a good deal of money.'
The boy dropped  his head for a moment.
Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled
out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
'I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?'
'Sure,' said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle.
'Here, Dolly!' he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly
followed by four little balls of fur.
The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence.
His eyes danced with delight.
As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little
boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.
Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.... 'I want that one,' the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,
 'Son, you don't want that puppy. 
He will never be able to run and play with you like the other dogs would.' With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.
In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe..
Looking back up at the farmer, he said, 'You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.'
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. 'How much?' asked the little boy. 'No charge,' answered the farmer, 'There's no charge for love.'
The world is full of people who need someone who understands . Show your friends how much you care.

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018

Monday, September 26, 2016


I would like to be God for just one day,
I'd give all my creatures a chance to play.

I would bring to the suffering quick release,
I'd give to the frightened comfort and peace.
And those that were suffering would hunger no more,
I would heal all the wounded, bleeding and sore.
I'd close all the doors where sadists reign,
With their tests and their knives so ready for pain.
I would open the doors of the cages wide,
And offer their freedom to those inside.
I would throw out the traps that lie in wait,
For a small furry creature, a cruel fate.
I would close all the bullrings and break every spear,
And the rabbit no longer the greyhound would fear.
I would clean all the oil from out of the sea,.
I would let all the fish in the nets go free.
I would throw out the arrows that pierce so deep,
I would give to the tired the blessing of sleep.
I'd close all the tracks where the races are won,
By horses abused to make them run.
I would teach little children that birds are frail,
And puppies and kittens.......don't hold by the tail.
And the bunnies and chicks and ducklings so small,
I would not let stores have for sale at all.
I would free all the animals raised for fur,
I would tear down the ranches where they were.
I would open the pens that are stacked so high,
So legs could run free and wings could fly.
I would silence the sound of the hunters guns,
I'd give speed to the legs of the fox that runs.
I would break every rope by the rodeo used,
I would comfort the cattle the cowboy abused.
I would make all the streams run pure and sweet,
I'd show mercy to animals used for meat.
I would offer green grass to the worn out nag,
I would throw out the snares in the hunters bag.
I would break all the clubs that batter their prey,
I would take all the poison and throw it away.
I would close the arenas and bloody pits,
Where roosters and dogs are torn to bits.
I'd find homes for the homeless in cities and farms,
I would gather the strays in my loving arms.
I know it's not given to mind of man
The workings of God to understand,
But oh how I long for the day to come
Bringing help for the helpless, tortured and dumb.
And I mean no irreverence because I say
I would like to be God for just one day.

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018

Monday, September 19, 2016

Do you spend time with your Children?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, 
to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON : "Oh! (with his head down).
SON : "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money
to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight
to your room and go to bed. Think
about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this
childish behavior."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he
really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the
little boy's room and opened the door.
DAD: "Are you asleep, son?" 
SON : "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON : "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The
man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. 
The little boy slowly counted out his money, 
and then looked up at his father.
DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"
SON : "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.
Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love?
 Del Valle-Reyes Discovering 21 Century/
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Let's Count Our Blessings

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
 Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
 Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
 Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
 Count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself. -
Author unknown

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018