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
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Thursday, December 27, 2012

My Heart is heavy

Gracious God, my heart is heavy with my own failures. 
I try to excuse them and explain to myself why they occurred, because I want to be free from the feeling that I am unworthy and incapable of being all that I can be. But I find it easier to accept your forgiveness than to forgive myself. 
When I try to forgive myself, it seems I only remember and re-play my failures in my mind, and a sense of hopelessness floods over me. Help me to know that my past actions are a part of my growing humanity and that even when I fail to live up to what is your will for me, every single moment can be lived anew. 
Remind me that refusing to forgive myself only keeps me from experiencing that newness. 
 Assure me of the truth that by casting “my sins into the depth of the sea” (Micah 7:19b), you have freed me to discard them myself and live the next moment as if it were my first—for indeed it is. I ask this for the sake of your love. 
Amen. 
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 Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas 2012

May our Lord Jesus be with you and your Family all year around. Merry Christmas and a Happy and Healthy New Year 2013



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Friday, December 21, 2012

Prayers on Christmas

The greatest joy of discovering that glorious bright star when hope and expectation were almost gone; we cannot imagine what words were spoken by visitors or if first impressions left them somewhat confused. Messiah, Savior, a King born in the barest of palaces. Yet they saw and fell down on their knees in adoration. Lord, they saw you and knew whom they had met.
As we meet around crib candle or advent wreath draw us into that stable in our imagination. In the quiet moments of prayer this Christmas, that brief oasis from the bustle of the world bring alive to us the smell of the hay the sound of the animals the cry of a baby. Draw us close to our Savior Messiah and King as we bring not Gold, Myrrh or incense but the gift of our lives the only offering we can bring.
There were thousands of babies born that day all helpless dependent needful of love warmth and sustenancesome no doubt did not survive to see another dawn their tiny light extinguished through lack of appropriate caresome would grow up to be kings queens leaders of menothers slaves prostitutes beggars murderers and thievesmost however would live ordinary lives among ordinary people and live and die whilst the world scarce noticed their existenceBut not you Who rose from the ordinary to the extraordinaryfrom stable to cross and beyond whilst the world tried its best to ignore you and failed.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

THE TABLECLOTH

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work.

They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished. On December 19, a terrible tempest -- a driving rainstorm -- hit the area and lasted for two days. On December 21, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high. The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way, he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity, so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.By this time, it had started to snow.
An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later. She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked, and it covered up the entire problem area. Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. "Pastor," she asked. "Where did you get that tablecloth?" The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war, she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came in, she was forced to leave.
Her husband was going to follow her the next week. She was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again. The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth, but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home. That was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job. What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return. One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn't leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall, because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war. And how could there be two tablecloths so much alike? He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between. The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's apartment, knocked on the door, and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.- AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Prayer on Repentance

Heavenly Father,
all the fancy words in the world expressed in eloquent prose
decorated with emotion spoken with conviction cannot compete with a heartfelt
"sorry" when all other words fail.
There are times when we are all too aware of our limitations
conscious of sin and the distance it creates between us..Sometimes "sorry" is all the heart can bear to say aloud.
It is only You, My Lord, who can read and understand the language of our hearts
Only you who can translate our "sorry" into the prayer we would have prayed if we had the words within us.
Then you forgive and having forgiven surround us in an embrace of love
drawing us close to your heart as it was always meant to be.
Thank you, Heavenly Father that you listen to hearts as well as voices
Thank you.
Your forgiveness is total no notebook, tape recorder, or post-it notesto remind you of that moment when You take our confession
offered with hands outstretched and gently like the loving heavenly Father that you are put it to one side to be forgotten No grudges, no itching for judgement
No resentment or ill-will .

Not like us who find it easy to say sorry but so hard to forgive
absolutely Forgive us, Father that we are often more willing to accept forgiveness
than to forgive More willing to accept your love
than to share it with those who have hurt us.
Teach us to forgive As you forgive.
Love has its source in you Heavenly God Flows from you like an ocean into a world as unyielding as any shoreline cliff
And like the ocean which batters erodes and wears away even the hardest stone your love persists finds cracks and inlets in hardened hearts
flows inside and works a miracle. Who would think that water was more powerful than granite love mightier than the hardest heart
Thank you, Heavenly God for the power of your love.
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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Prayer for The Advent

What was it in that natal star pre-eminent in the night-time sky that stirred the hearts and imaginations of those magi from the eastwas it color brightness conjunction or morea still small voice whispering in the darkness of the world: 'This is the sign that will proceed the birth of he who fulfils the prophets' words. 'That still small voice which whispers still to our conscience and soul still leads if we will but followto the stable door.
In this season of expectationWe prepare to welcome Christ Jesus, Messiah. Into the bustle of our lives and the hard to find moments of solitude
We prepare to welcome Christ Jesus, Messiah, into our homes and situations along with friends and families. We prepare to welcome Christ Jesus, Messiah, into our hearts, and those often hidden parts of our lives. We prepare to welcome Christ Jesus, Messiah. For beneath the surface of your story is an inescapable fact You entered this world as vulnerable as any one of us in order to nail that vulnerability to the cross. Our fears, our insecurities and our sins all that can separate us from Godex changed by your Grace for Love. We cannot comprehend the reasoning only marvel that Salvation comes to us through a baby born in a stable, and reaches out to a world in need.In this season of anticipation. We prepare to welcome Christ Jesus, Messiah
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Sunday, November 11, 2012

You call us

You call us to service to be your eyes and ears
hands and voice in this your world
To open our eyes not only to the beauty and love which you create but the injustice hate and suffering that mankind generates
To open our ears not only to the chattering of this coming week
but the searching fears and questioning of all whom we shall meet
To open our hands not only to those we choose our lives to share
but in welcome love and fellowship to all who you draw near
To open our mouths not only to speak platitudes and simple words
But the truths you lay upon our hearts Your Word for this your world
You call us to service to be your eyes and ears
hands and voice in this your world.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

God of Grace

God of Grace
In whom I put my trust Be my rescuer when sins ensnare
The liberator of my soul The still small voice that says
‘Be free’ God of Love
In whom I put my trust Be my joy and comfort at all times
The source of all my thoughts and words
The still small voice that says ‘Rejoice!’
God of Peace In whom I put my trust
Be my tranquility in times of turmoil
The steadying hand in raging seas
The still small voice that says
‘Be calm’ God of Power
In whom I put my trust Be my confidence when faith is challenged
The sword and amour that protects
The still small voice that says
‘Be strong!’

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Mustard Seed

Can we really move mountains
with a mustard seed of faith?It seems rather a difficult task.
Could we maybe start with a molehill
and work our way up gradually?
But that’s not the way it works, is it, Lord?
So often you challenge us with the mountain
when we feel so unprepared
unequipped for the task.
It’s then that we have to put self aside
and fear and pride and cling tightly to your hand.
It is only then that we really feel
the warmth of your touch
the certainty of your love
the power of your presence.
It is only then
that our faith begins to grow
and we begin to see
our real potential.
Thank your, Heavenly Father
for mountains
and mustard seeds.

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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

DEAR JACK

Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 mph zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church?Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office.
A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.""Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids.""Yeah, I guess so."
Bob seemed uncertain. Good. "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -- just this once."Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in the precinct."Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?""Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?""Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it -- a speeding driver.
A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I had only one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left. Bob."Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.-
AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

When I Say I'm A Christian

When I say... :"I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting: "I'm clean livin.'"
I'm whispering: "I was lost, now I'm found and forgiven."
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success I'm
admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!
Phil 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A BETTER UNDERSTANDING

A woman and her dog were walking along a road. The woman was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to her that she was dead. She remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. She wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When she was standing before it, she saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
She and the dog walked toward the gate, and as she got closer, she saw a
man at a desk to one side. When she was close enough, she called out, "
Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, ma'am," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the woman asked.
"Of course. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward her dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't accept pets."The woman thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way she had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, she came to a dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As she approached the gate, she saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" she called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place
that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink, then she gave some to the dog.
When they were full, she and the dog walked back toward the man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said.
"The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?Nope.
That's Hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who won't leave their best friends behind."


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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

God's Boxes


I have in my hands two boxes,Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,And all your joys in the gold."I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,Both my joys and sorrows I stored,But though the gold became heavier each day,The black was as light as before.With curiosity, I opened the black,I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,Which my sorrows had fallen out by.I showed the hole to God, and mused,"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"He smiled a gentle smile and said,"My child, they're all here with me.."I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,Why the gold and the black with the hole?"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,The black is for you to let go."We should consider all of our friends a blessing.Send this to a friend today just to let them know you
are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.But the treasure inside for you to see,Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you...
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

ACTS OF KINDNESS

This young man was driving home one evening, on a two lane country road. Work in this small mid-western community was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac, but he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter coming on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill, but he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father.
He was born here and he knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working , this came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help, for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe. He looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you Ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan." Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added "...and think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor--it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. . . After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were 4 one-hundred dollar bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you." Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right - I love you, Bryan."-- Author Unknown --
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

One Minute to Pray

Plea se take a moment to relax your mind and humble your heart to focus on Christ. Allow God to be the only person on your mind while you read this prayer. If we can take the time to read long jokes, stories, etc, we should give the same respect to this prayer. Friends, who pray together, stay together."Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness.
Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You. Let me not whine and whimper over things I ha ve no control over. Let me continue to see sin through Your eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth of my wrongdoing, and receive forgiveness.
And when t his world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will. Continue to bless me that I may be a ble ssing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it with others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe. I believe that You change people and You change things for good reasons. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and ever y one of my family members and friends and their families. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than You. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly..
This is my prayer. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Don't ignore and God will bless you. Know t hat you are already blessed by the person who sent this to you.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

YOUR PERFECT GARDEN

How To Plant Your Garden
First, you Come to the garden alone,While the dew is still on the roses....
FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING,
PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:1. Peace of mind
2. Peace of heart
3. Peace of soul
PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:1. Squash gossip
2. Squash indifference
3. Squash grumbling
4. Squash selfishness
PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:1. Lettuce be faithful
2. Lettuce be kind
3. Lettuce be patient
4. Lettuce really love one another
NO GARDEN IS WITHOUT TURNIPS:1. Turnip for meetings
2. Turnip for service
3. Turnip to help one another
TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:
1. Thyme for each other
2. Thyme for family
3. Thyme for friendsWATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH LOVE. THERE IS MUCH
FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW. NOT BAD,HUH?!
Every garden needs some flowers so I have added some GLADS.
1. Glad to live in a free country,
2. Glad to have all my good friends.
3. Glad to be able to worship God!!
4. Glad to have a great family.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

KIDS IN CHURCH

3-year-old Reese:
'Our Father, Who does art in heaven,
Harold is His name.

Amen.
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A little boy was overheard praying:
'Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I am.'


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After the christening of his baby brother in church,
Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.
His father asked him three times what was wrong. ?
Finally, the boy replied,
'That priest said he wanted us brought up in a Catholic home,
and I wanted to stay with you guys.'

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One particular four-year-old prayed,
'And forgive us our trash baskets
as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.
'

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A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they
were on the way to church service, 'And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?' One bright little girl replied,
'Because people are sleeping.' like my grandma, for instance!!!
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A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3.
The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.
Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.
'If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'
Kevin turned to his younger brother and said,
' Ryan, you be Jesus !'
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A father was at the beach with his childrenwhen the four-year-old son ran up to him,
grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore
where a seagull lay dead in the sand.
'Daddy, what happened to him?' the son asked.
'He died and went to Heaven,' the Dad replied.
The boy thought a moment and then said,
'Did God throw him back down?'
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A wife invited some people to dinner.
At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said,
'Would you like to say the blessing?'
'I wouldn't know what to say,'
the girl replied.
'Just say what you hear Mommy say,' the wife answered.
The daughter bowed her head and said,
'Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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