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, September 30, 2013

Biblingual Mass Next October 4, 2013

Dear Friends, Last Saturday, September
7, I went to Jail to celebrate mass and hear confession, and to my surprise, I have received several complaints from the English Speaking Inmates. 
And they are right, absolutely right, since on Friday September 6, at St. Columba Parish, we had our First Mass to pray their Friends and Families and all were welcome to participate, but mass was said only in Spanish. 
It totally slipped out of my mind, and yes, Deacon Granda and I, we do have and also serve the English Speaking inmates to whom we bring bibles and other reading materials.
My greatest apologies to them and their Families, but our next mass in October 4, at 7 Pm will be bilingual, this way, we will not be excluding anyone that wants to come and pray with us for our “Friends who are behind bars”. 
 Fr. Tomas
Queridos amigos
El sábado 7, como todos los sábados, fui a la cárcel para celebrar la santa misa y brindar el sacramento de la confesión para aquellos que lo solicitan. 
Para mi sorpresa recibí bastantes quejas de encarcelados de habla inglesa. 
Y, a no dudarlo, eran ciertas sus quejas.
El viernes 6 en la Parroquia de San Columba tuvimos nuestra misa de primer viernes, la cual por primera vez tenía una intención especial: rezar por nuestros hermanos presos y por sus familias. 
Pero, cometimos el error de celebrarla y anunciarla tan solo en español. Se nos olvidó tanto al diácono Miguel Granda como a mí que también nuestros hermanos presos de habla inglesa sufren y tienen familia que, igualmente, sufre. 
 Les presento mis más sinceras disculpas y les prometo que, de ahora en adelante, las misas de los primeros viernes en la Parroquia de San Columba serán bilingües y tendrán una intención especial: los presos y sus familiares. El próximo primer viernes es el 4 de octubre, festividad de San Francisco, y a las 7 de la tarde nos reuniremos para orar juntos, compartir juntos, sanarnos juntos y rogar al Señor por nuestros hermanos privados de libertad y sus seres queridos. 
Les espero. 
Padre Tomas


Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the Surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be O.K.? When can I see him?"The Surgeon said, "I'm sorry, we did all we could." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't GOD care any more? GOD, where were you when my son needed you?"The Surgeon said, "One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes to let you spend time with your son's remains before it's transported to the university." Sally asked that the nurse stay with her while she said good-bye to her son.
Sally ran her fingers through his thick red curly hair. The nurse said, "Would you like a lock of his hair?" Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of his hair and put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else," and that is what he wanted.
I said no at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy to be able to spend one more day with his mother." Sally said, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold, always thinking of someone else and always wanting to help others if he could."Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last time now after spending most of the last 6 months there. She sat the bag with Jimmy's things in it on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was hard and it was even harder to go into an empty house.
She took the bag to Jimmy's room and started placing the model cars and things back in his room exactly where he always kept them. She laid down across his bed and cried herself to sleep holding his pillow.
Sally woke up about midnight, and laying beside her on the bed was a letter folded up. She opened the letter and it said:
Dear Mom,
I know your going to miss me, but don't think that I will ever forget you or stop loving you because I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I'll think of you every day mom, and I'll love you even more each day. Some day we will see each other again.
If you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, he can have my room and my old stuff to play with. If you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things as us boys do, so you will have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like.
Don't be sad when you think about me. This is really a great place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything here. The angels are so friendly and I love to watch them fly.
Jesus doesn't look like any of the pictures I saw of Him, but I knew it was Him as soon as I saw Him. He took me to see GOD! And guess what mom? I got to sit on GOD'S knee and talk to Him like I was somebody important. I told GOD that I wanted to write you a letter and tell you good-bye and everything, but I knew that wasn't allowed.

God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter with. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel that is going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him about -- where was He when I needed him? God said, "The same place He was when Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. "
Oh, by the way Mom, nobody else can see what is written on this paper but you. To everyone else, it looks like a blank piece of paper.
I have to give God His pen back now. He has some more names to write in the Book Of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for Supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
I almost forgot to let you know -- Now I don't hurt anymore and the cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore. And God couldn't stand to see me suffer the pain either, so He sent The Angel of Mercy to get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery!
Signed with love from:
God, Jesus and Me

Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715
Español: www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com
English: www.Discovering21century.com

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Caller ID

On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone. 
 The pastor let the phone ring many times.
He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes
When he tried again she answered right away. 
He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. 
They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways.. 
 The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. 
The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man said, 'It rang and rang, but I didn't answer.' 
The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife. 
The man said, 'that’s, OK. Let me tell you my story. 
 You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'. 
I was afraid to answer!'.  The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from 'Almighty God' is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!
 Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. 
 BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us. When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there. Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Rev. Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Descubriendo El SIglo XXI
330 West 38 Street Suite 503
New York, NY 10018

Monday, September 23, 2013


My brother Tomas thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed." I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.
Tomas unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Tomas lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6'2"), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7 year old, and he always will.
He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.I remember wondering if Tomas realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, returning to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed. The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry days, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05 eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores. And Saturdays -- oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my dad takes Tomas to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Tomas shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
I don't think Tomas knows anything exists outside his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth or power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. He recognizes no differences in people, treating each person as an equal and a friend. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Tomas is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Tomas knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others.
His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Tomas is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere.And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Tomas seems to know God -- to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Tomas has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap -- I am. My obligations, my fears, my pride, my circumstances -- they all become disabilities when I do not submit them to Christ.
Who knows if Tomas comprehends things I can never learn?
After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of the Lord. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Tomas won't be surprised at all. - AUTHOR UNKNOWN -

Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715
Español: www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com
English: www.Discovering21century.com

Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Prayer for my Parents

Almighty and most merciful God, who in Thy infinite goodness hast committed us unto the charge of loving parents, who are to watch over us and provide for all our wants of body and soul, we pray Thee, protect and prolong their life, that we may continue to enjoy their loving care, and strengthen us that as obedient children we may be subject to their will and hold them in love and esteem; through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715

Monday, September 16, 2013


A man had a little daughter--an only and much beloved child. He lived only for her, she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health.
His best efforts proved fruitless, however, and the child died.
The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends, refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self.
Then one night he had a dream.
He was in heaven and witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne.
Every white-robed, angelic tot carried a candle. He noticed, however, that one child's candle was not lit. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl.
Rushing towards her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and asked, "How that is your candle is the only one not lit?" "Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out again," she said. Just then he awoke from from his dream.
The lesson was crystal clear, and it's effects were immediate. From that hour on he was no longer a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates.
No longer would his little darling's candle be extinguished by his useless tears.

Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715
Español: www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com
English: www.Discovering21century.com

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

How we criticized our priests

It is so difficult lo live with criticisms:
If the priest is good looking: Why didn’t he marry?
If he is unattractive:
He did not find anyone to marry!If it wears civilian clothes: he is a worldly one.
If it wears his clerical suit: he is a traditionalistic conservative.
If He does not treat to people with affection: He radiates coldness!
If he treats you nice with a smile:
Careful, he has doubtful intentions!.If he has long hair: oh, these revolutionary priests!If he has short hair: HOW old fashioned!
If he remains in the parochial house: he does not visit the families.
If he starts making some visits:
oh, he’s never in the parish!If he starts doing some Repairs: he’s throwing money out of the window.If he does not do it: he has everything abandoned
If he celebrates baptisms and marriages to ALL:
He is not following the sacramentsIf He insists on the previous preparation: oh, he makes it so difficult for people.
If he has parochial advisers:
He lets others run his lifeIf it does not have parochial advisers: he is an individualist!

If he restores anything at the parish:
what came over him now?If he makes no changes: He never does anything at this parish!If his Homily takes over 20 minutes: He’s like a radio station, will never finish speaking!
If his homily is brief: he does not explain the things well.
If it speaks with strong voice: he yells too much!
If he does in natural tone:
oh he can’t talk!If he touches social problems: he’s getting into politics.
If he speaks of Devotion & commitment:
He’s old fashioned, get rid of him!!If he walks alone: he’s a hermit and keeps to himself
If he walks with men:
aha, I think he likes men, maybe he's gay?If he walks with women: aha, bet he’s in love and soon he’ll leave the church or who knows ! ! !
If he is young:
he has no experience, I will not listen to him! ! !If he is old: He should retire or move to a senior's home already!
But… if he goes away or dies: Oh he is really irreplaceable!

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes

Monday, September 9, 2013


Sometimes heaven catches up with us
and we don't even hear the angels sing.
A surprise can wait around the next corner
and we didn't even hear the bells ring.
Everyone gets lucky once in a while,
hits that old jackpot and wins.
Sooner or later the sun comes out
and peeks through the fog as it thins.
Sometimes we get so used to losing,
we think the pattern cannot be changed
but everyone has their time of glory
when the usual is rearranged.

Fate has a way of sneaking up on us,
catching us completely unaware,
sprinkling stardust in our eyes
and moonbeams in our hair.
When we look in the face of true love,
something happens to our heart.
Suddenly we're a new person
as the seeds of love get their start.

It doesn't mean we'll never find it
just because it eluded us in the past.
We must always remember,
sometimes God saves the best 'til last.

Descubriendo el Siglo 21Padre Tomás Del Valle-Reyes
330 West 38 Street, Suite 503
New York, NY 10018
Tel - 212-244-4778
Office Cell 917-499-9715
Español: www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com
English: www.Discovering21century.com

Monday, September 2, 2013

Your light

Your light is the only light I need
as I travel through life's mystery
Your word the only voice I hear
that still small voice that leads me
to the place where I should be
Your presence is the only company I need
as I walk this narrow road
Your fellowship the warmth I crave
to help me on my way