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, December 26, 2016

The Faith of a Child

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. 
Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. 
No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the Drug Store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. 
She twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise; Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. 
No good. Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. 
I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,'
  She answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's
really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.
'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how much does a miracle cost?'
'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.
'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. 
If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. 
He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a
miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' she replied with her eyes welling up.  
'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. 
But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.'
'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago
'One dollar and eleven cents,' she answered barely audibly. 
'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'
'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man.  
'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. '
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. 
I want to see your brother and meet your parents. 
Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuron-surgery. 
The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 
'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. 
I wonder how much it would have cost?'
The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost….one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018
212-244-4778

Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Monday, December 19, 2016

57 CENTS

A little girl, Hattie May Wiatt, stood near a small church from which 
she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class.
The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."
For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do
.  
Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
But the story does not end there...
A newspaper learned of the story and published It.  
It was read by a wealthy Realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. 
When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.
Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). 
Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia , look up  
Temple Baptist Church , with a seating capacity of 3,300.
And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the
sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book,
"Acres of Diamonds".This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
Descubriendo El Siglo 21
Padre Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018
212-244-4778

Monday, December 12, 2016

Love one Another..........Life is too Short ! ! ! !

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived;
happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.
One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the 
island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. 
So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. 
Love was the only one that stayed. 
She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. 
When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. 
She began looking for someone to ask for help. 
Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.  
Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."
Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who 
was passing in a
beautiful vessel. 
Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help
you," Vanity said, " you are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."
Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. 
Love said, “Sadness, please let me go with you." 
Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be Alone now."
Then, Love saw Happiness. 
Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me
with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love
calling to him.
Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will
take you with me." It was an elder.  
Love felt so blessed and overjoyed
that she forgot to ask the elder his name. 
When they arrived on land the
elder went on his way.
Love realized how much she owed the elder. 
Love then found Knowledge and asked,
"Who was it that helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?",
Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
Rev. Father  Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
P.O. BOX 1170
New York, NY 10018

Tel- 212-244-4778
http://www.descubriendoelsiglo21.com/

Monday, December 5, 2016

Lean On Me

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~


Rev. Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Office Tel- 212-244-4778

Monday, November 28, 2016

Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time there was a bunch
of tiny frogs.... who arranged a
running competition.
The goal was to reach the top of a
very high tower.
A big crowd had gathered around
the tower to see the race and cheer
on the contestants....
The race began....
Honestly:
No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the
top of the tower.
You heard statements such as:
"Oh, WAY too difficult!!""They will NEVER make it to the top."
or:
"Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!"The tiny frogs began collapsing. One
by one....

Except for those, who in a fresh
tempo, were climbing higher and
higher..
The crowd continued to yell, "It is
too difficult!!! No one will make it!"
More tiny frogs got tired and gave
up....But ONE continued higher and higher
and higher....
This one wouldn't give up!At the end everyone else had given
up climbing the tower. Except for
the one tiny frog who, after a big

effort, was the only one who
reached the top!
THEN all of the other tiny frogs
naturally wanted to know how this
one frog managed to do it?
A contestant asked the tiny frog
how he had found the strength to
succeed and reach the goal?
It turned out....
That the winner was DEAF!!!!

The wisdom of this story is:
Never listen to other people's
tendencies to be negative or pessimistic....because
they take your most wonderful
dreams and wishes away from
you -- the ones you have in your
heart!
Always think of the power words
have. (There's life and death in
the power of the tongue - Proverbs
18:21.)
Because everything you hear and
read will affect your actions!

Therefore: ALWAYS be.... POSITIVE!
And above all:Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your
dreams!
Always think:

God and I can do this!

Rev. Fr. Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O.. Box 1170New York, NY 10018
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Office Tel- 212-244-4778

Monday, November 21, 2016

This is how I am..

I cannot change the way I am, I never really try,
God made me different and unique, I never ask him why.
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
So God in all his wisdom, Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored, That's why we're not the same.
~Author unknown~


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

Monday, November 14, 2016

HOUSE FOR SALE

ADDRESS: Heaven
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Open floor plan for peace
Large eat-in grace 
 Fenced in mercy with room for expansion
Sun room with a marvelous view of salvation
Pool of milk and honey in the back
Pearly gates in front
DIRECTIONS: The only way to the Father
is through the Son
PRICE: $0.00 - Calvary - Owner financing
COMMUNITY: Friendly angelic neighbors.
Great family and friends. Praise the Lord all day and night.
BONUS: Crown of stars, new luxurious robe and golden slippers with matching wings. Bring a friend and get a reward.
For more information, call your local agent or representative -
Name, address and phone number listed below.
NAME: Jesus Christ
ADDRESS: Repent Highway and Streets of Gold
PHONE: Dial John 3:16
-- Author Unknown - -

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

Monday, November 7, 2016

It Only Takes A Minute

It only takes a minute to make a difference in the world.
It only takes a minute to calm a fear.
It only takes a minute to make a child feel loved.
It only takes minute to hold a hand and make the pain go away.
It only takes a minute to say,
 “I’m sorry” and prevent a lifetime of regret.
It only takes a minute to stoop down to see
the world through the
eyes of a child and in doing so
change how they see you.
It only takes a minute to dial the phone and say,
 “I just called to say “I love you!”
It only takes a minute to stop what you are doing
and really listen to what someone is saying.
It only takes a minute to smile and get one in return.
It only takes a minute to forgive.
It only takes a minute to ask to be forgiven.
It only takes a minute to send an email to all the people in
your address book and say,
"I just wanted to take a minute 
to tell you how incredible you are. 
I am blessed to have you in my life."
It only takes a minute to say a prayer.
It only takes a minute to say,
“Thank you, God” but a lifetime
to list all the reasons.

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

Monday, October 31, 2016

A LESSON IN GRACE

The boy stood with back arched, head cocked 
back and hands clenched defiantly.

"Go ahead, give it to me."
The principal looked down at the young rebel.  
"How many times have you been here?"
The child sneered rebelliously, "Apparently not enough."
The principal gave the boy a strange look.
 "And you have been punished each time have you not?"
 "Yeah, I had been punished, if that's what you want to call it."
 He threw out his small chest, "Go ahead I can take whatever you dish out.
I always have."
 
"And no thought of your punishment enters your head the next time you decide to break the rules does it?"
"Nope, I do whatever I want to do. 
Am not nothing you people going to do to stop me either."

The principal looked over at the teacher who stood nearby.
"What did he do this time?"
"Fighting. He took little Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox."
The principal turned to look at the boy, "Why? What did little Tommy do to you?"
"Nothing, I didn't like the way he was looking at me, 
just like I don't like the way your looking at me! 
And if I thought I could do it, I'd shove your face into something."
The teacher stiffened and started to rise but a quick look from the principal stopped him.

He contemplated the child for a moment and then quietly said,
"Today my young student is the day you learn about grace."  
"Grace? Isn't that what you old people do before you sit down to eat? 
I don't need any of your stinking grace."
"Oh but you do." The principal studied the young mans face and whispered.
"Oh yes, you truly do..."
The boy continued to glare as the principal continued,
"Grace, in its short definition is unmerited favor. 
You cannot earn it, it is a gift and is always freely given.
It means that you will not be getting what you so richly deserve."
The boy looked puzzled. "Your not going to whoop me? You just going to let me walk?"
The principal looked down at the unyielding child. "Yes, I am going to let you walk."

The boy studied the face of the principal,
"No punishment at all? Even though I socked Tommy and shoved his face into the sandbox?" "Oh, there has to be punishment.
What you did was wrong and there are always consequences to our actions. 
There will be punishment. Grace is not an excuse for doing wrong." "I knew it,"
 Sneered the boy as he held out his hands. "Let’s get on with it."
The principal nodded toward the teacher. "Bring me the belt."
The teacher presented the belt to the principal.
He carefully folded it in two and then handed it back to the teacher. He looked at the child and said.
 "I want you to count the blows."
 He slid out from behind his desk and walked over to stand directly in front of the young man. He gently reached out and folded the child's outstretched, expectant hands together and then turned to face the teacher with his own hands outstretched.

One quiet word came forth from his mouth. "Begin." The belt whipped down on the outstretched hands of the principal. Crack! The young man jumped ten feet in the air. Shock registered across his face, "One" he whispered. Crack! "Two." His voice raised an octave. Crack! "Three..." He couldn't believe this. Crack! "Four." Big tears welled up in the eyes of the rebel.
"OK stop! That's enough. Stop!" Crack! Came the belt down on the callused hands of the principal. Crack! The child flinched with each blow, tears beginning to stream down his face. Crack! Crack!
"No please," the former rebel begged, "stop, I did it, I'm the one who deserves it. Stop! Please. Stop..." Still the blows came, Crack! Crack! One after another. Finally it was over. The principal stood with sweat glistening across his forehead and beads trickling down his face. Slowly he knelt down. He studied the young man for a second and then his swollen hands reached out to cradle the face of the weeping child.
"Grace..."
Read
{ John 1:14 - 17 }
 
Father Tomas Del Valle-Reyes
Discovering 21 Century
P. O. BOX 1170New York, NY 10018
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Monday, October 24, 2016

Psalm 100

Make a joyful noise unto the
Lord, all the lands!
Serve the Lord with gladness!
Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the Lord is God!
It is he that made us, and we are his;
we are his people,
and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him, bless his name!
For the Lord is good;
his steadfast love endures for ever,
and his faithfulness to all generations.

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

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
212-244-4778
917-499-9715
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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
212-244-4778

Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

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.....
THE POWER OF PRAYER.
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
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Monday, October 3, 2016

Puppies

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
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

Monday, September 26, 2016

IF I COULD BE GOD FOR JUST ONE DAY

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
Radiosigloxxi@aol.com

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 
212-244-4778
radiosigloxxi@aol.com
http://www.discovering21century.com/