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


Monday, December 19, 2016


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

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

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

Office Tel- 212-244-4778