tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84966493721927555482024-03-13T16:10:34.317+01:00God-1-Word-2-sayPilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-3604498922201980512009-09-25T11:14:00.004+02:002009-09-25T11:25:12.401+02:00Waste or For Recycling?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIya13O4-pm33aRf32iRkztjYVchG1o5hVirolLLrXJIEXJNinJ19VUMS_kuVwmK8E5uA_eD0qkPTR1fCJckuY8JRA9MZMdK4JVsSdn9suZecaT0f80ef2lxPuWh8Mw9uavIjZPnglb9kF/s1600-h/recycle1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIya13O4-pm33aRf32iRkztjYVchG1o5hVirolLLrXJIEXJNinJ19VUMS_kuVwmK8E5uA_eD0qkPTR1fCJckuY8JRA9MZMdK4JVsSdn9suZecaT0f80ef2lxPuWh8Mw9uavIjZPnglb9kF/s320/recycle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385332021929986738" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMagda%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>14</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Did you know that there is an <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/10/19/SS6JS8RH0.DTL&hw=pacific+patch&sn=001&sc=1000">island of trash</a> swimming around the <st1:place st="on">Pacific Ocean</st1:place>? Yesterday I was reading about it. It made me ponder about the amounts of “trash” swimming inside of us without any restraint. Moreover, as I was reading the article, I found myself thinking: “this rubbish should be picked up and recycled.” Then I thought of <span style="font-style: italic;">so many moments and things in my own life that I do not recycle</span>. I mean, all that useless resentments, old hurts, old habits, etc. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>Hence, the title of this blog, are those things a waste or just in need of recycling? Can they be recycled? Do we have the means to transform a bad experience into something new? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>According to God we do. Everything is an opportunity. Nothing is a waste in our lives. Good things give us immediate joy, peace, happiness, strength, and so on. Bad times teach us lots about the world, ourselves and strengths we didn’t know we had. Failures can make us more understanding with other people’s struggles, more merciful, able to forgive other’s failures… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>So I found myself musing on <u>how to do this recycling</u>. My answer came from the Word of God; in the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus tells the disciples about the problems they will face; he says… “You will be brought before governors and kings for my sake, <u>as evidence to them and to the gentiles</u> (<a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=47">Matthew 10,18</a>)” As ordinary people, the only way to speak to governors and kings about Christ was to be <i style="">the</i> prisoner in a trial. Looking back in my life I realized that much of that “trash” made me able to do things that otherwise I would never have been able to do. Thanks to God we have the capacity to recycle trash into a new life.<o:p></o:p></span></p> Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-54448303295743376122009-09-21T11:00:00.009+02:002009-09-21T11:19:18.734+02:00Why am I happy?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0BPvIiCN2MW0bp8V1l_ih_nT6a64PFMusBddC_IZx18DaZv73MvGRVbRhTHthRl6c0GIVhJa47ygWxs2ZPQzcWeR2dzRmO3Y9rUNpykyVyvZqmDRgAmymNTFmLxSJ6aHgXXBcaS_PnQJ2/s1600-h/happy-face-istock-456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0BPvIiCN2MW0bp8V1l_ih_nT6a64PFMusBddC_IZx18DaZv73MvGRVbRhTHthRl6c0GIVhJa47ygWxs2ZPQzcWeR2dzRmO3Y9rUNpykyVyvZqmDRgAmymNTFmLxSJ6aHgXXBcaS_PnQJ2/s320/happy-face-istock-456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383845223445242754" border="0" /></a> </span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMagda%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>14</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" lang="EN-GB">Which reasons do I have to be <b>happy? I like my life</b>; it is not always an easy path (which one is it?) but it is never sad. It has lots of good moments; in fact, <b>God</b> has given me the gift of being happy with what he gives me so, usually, I don’t lack many things.
<br />I begin each day with a time of <b>prayer </b>in which <b>I read the Bible</b>. God tells me again and again that he loves me; that the world will not fall out of his hands (even if it seems to me that is doing so) and that there is hope for the future. In his Word, <b>Christ </b>reminds me every day that he believes <b>every person I meet to be worthwhile</b>, to the point of giving his own life (and mine) for him or her. Thus, even when I get up a little worried, pessimistic or gloomy, God manages to convince me of the many reasons I have to love the life he has given me.
<br /><b>People</b> also make me happy. Certainly, there are many who neither sow nor peace nor love; however, <b>there are many more who do so</b>. I've lived in four countries: <st1:country-region st="on">Spain</st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region st="on">England</st1:country-region>, <st1:country-region st="on">USA</st1:country-region> and <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Italy</st1:place></st1:country-region>, and my experience has always been the same. <b>The world is full of good people</b>, really and honestly good; who love and fight for the loved ones and for the unknown people they find on their way. Surely, they do not make so much noise as the others, but their lives are a source of happiness for everyone they meet.
<br />I am happy also because it is <b>Christ’s gift</b> for those who listen to what he says: <i>“But now I am coming to you and I say these things in the world <b>to share my joy</b> with them to the full.”</i> </span><span style=";font-family:";" >(<a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=50">John 17, 13</a>)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ></span>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-71428189720112020112009-08-13T00:00:00.004+02:002009-08-13T00:13:52.383+02:00May they all be one<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLcfKWLwC4Hu3FafQrV4PEKZbx65ASjXO3uZoHjcIOP49Q16aCmsSHb151fZd8gIFcQkdw3m1licgbHWp5I4L29CKw6U5ycQc1HGWUG11TwX3jQjJ-uQfOFzuQVNxIL3N0EethT3hmMyz/s1600-h/kidsworld.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLcfKWLwC4Hu3FafQrV4PEKZbx65ASjXO3uZoHjcIOP49Q16aCmsSHb151fZd8gIFcQkdw3m1licgbHWp5I4L29CKw6U5ycQc1HGWUG11TwX3jQjJ-uQfOFzuQVNxIL3N0EethT3hmMyz/s320/kidsworld.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369203113386494834" border="0" /></a>
<br /></span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMagda%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>14</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">Hi, just a little thougth on unity...
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">May they all be one as we are one <a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=50">(John 17,20-23)</a>:</span></i></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> “Unity is oneness.” This means that as Jesus and the Father are one and different from each other, we are called to do and live the same. As I was reading this passage it struck me that so many times we see unity in doing the same, being together, or agreeing in everything… but unity is something deeper than that. It comes from Christ in us and the Father in Him. Furthermore, it is a gift from God, a gift that we can ask…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You, the one
<br />From whom on different paths
<br />All of us have come.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">To whom on different paths
<br />All of us are going.
<br />Make strong in our hearts what unites us.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Build bridges across all that divides us;
<br />United make us rejoice in our diversity.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">At one in our witness to your peace,
<br />A rainbow of your glory. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Amen.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/UnityPrayer.htm">-- <span style="">Br. David Steindl-Rast, OSB </span></a><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-33644027639262586882009-07-14T21:24:00.004+02:002009-07-14T21:42:54.203+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMODHBEUm8QWo7rr-u2Gl1R5XdTyCUQ9EVMOYWlFN9HQAs1XA8cRZXVXM7TJIJUArSi0U_ViG61UAwsVsrZ0-9CTOrTOFLqrY_3FPtQhAeFk9eTFMwpdYMQ49UYAmdtCt-xAXADuQ-Yy3/s1600-h/i+accept+unconditional+love.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358402676151479074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMODHBEUm8QWo7rr-u2Gl1R5XdTyCUQ9EVMOYWlFN9HQAs1XA8cRZXVXM7TJIJUArSi0U_ViG61UAwsVsrZ0-9CTOrTOFLqrY_3FPtQhAeFk9eTFMwpdYMQ49UYAmdtCt-xAXADuQ-Yy3/s320/i+accept+unconditional+love.jpg" /></a> <div><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Today I would like to offer you something different. This is part of an encyclical. When I first read it I thought that I could not express in better words what I feel God has done in my life. I really hope you know (or will know one day) what I mean. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> It is not science that redeems man: man is redeemed by love. This applies even in terms of this present world. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">When someone has the experience of a great love in his life, this is a moment of “redemption” which gives a new meaning to his life</b>. But soon he will also realize that the love bestowed upon him cannot by itself resolve the question of his life. It is a love that remains fragile. It can be destroyed by death. The <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">human being needs unconditional love</b>. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">He needs the certainty</b> which makes him say: “neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord” (<a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=52"><i>Rom</i> 8:38- 39</a>). If this absolute love exists, with its absolute certainty, then—only then—is man “redeemed”, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">whatever should happen to him in his particular circumstances</b>. This is what it means to say: Jesus Christ has “redeemed” us. Through him we have become certain of God. (<a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20071130_spe-salvi_en.html">Spe Salvi, n.26</a>.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p></div></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-92070671295984337922009-07-05T18:36:00.006+02:002009-07-05T18:50:05.965+02:00Rings and symbols.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YbOSz7ikrh-bnGogd8xzyEfGMAeV9L31Vo1hGQiet8wTttA9wqeQ0KoZ5qLfQFup5MZ6XFeeVS6KqJCvoHd17n-3un6XAQHjw-__bmSdQuMY1ejO3Llw2NDgR2cYP_ZhqlCU7lpB7Ezf/s1600-h/the+word+of+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355017403170499474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YbOSz7ikrh-bnGogd8xzyEfGMAeV9L31Vo1hGQiet8wTttA9wqeQ0KoZ5qLfQFup5MZ6XFeeVS6KqJCvoHd17n-3un6XAQHjw-__bmSdQuMY1ejO3Llw2NDgR2cYP_ZhqlCU7lpB7Ezf/s320/the+word+of+love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Do you wear a ring? I have been looking at the ring on my finger all week. Why? Because last weekend I saw a film, “</span><a href="http://www.fireproofmymarriage.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Fireproofmymarriage,” </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">where there is a scene about a ring. A husband has been trying to save a sinking marriage; now he is wounded in hospital; he looks at his ring that is sitting on a side table, and puts it on; the doctor tells him better not because the hand needs to heal. And the answer is “my hand will have to heal with the ring”, when he looks back at his hand it is obvious that he is referring to his marriage; the ring has become for him a symbol of it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">As a consequence, I have been thinking about symbols all week. Small things become very important because they represent for us something else. Have you ever had any item with not much value but that meant a lot for you? A photography, letter, song, music CD …and tried to explain to someone else why is it that is so important? One feels a little irrational trying to explain why a normal thing is so special. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">This week I felt odd trying to explain why I wear a ring. It is a reminder of a mutual commitment; but as many words as I was using I could not explain fully what it means for me to look at my finger and remember that I have a very special love in my life. A simple ring makes me taste a love that “is always patient and kind, never jealous, boastful or conceited, always ready to make allowances, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes”. (</span><a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=53"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">1Corinthians 13,4-7</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">)<br />Not bad for a simple ring… </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxjdoDMMen14H-yHflwuv8y-OiAIbdObVsV_Kd4Ip7sxa3oGRZBA_RdVLzJ4H8AGIjmt5cpGj_Iqt1rUrXK7UL7YAI7wVPuiJtsfO_xJ59wHoygBpxmc2LgcTmqwOz6BCtZBuhy2J1NYD/s1600-h/TheWord4U.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-1097534686644994692009-06-23T17:07:00.008+02:002009-06-25T21:44:34.002+02:00Words, Windows or Walls?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dr7zTPoKXHF2YTWimkIBhDPIb7vVR5BJHqS-M6FJGQc6J0AcTYWHynR3Q5aHuIf5WnhZIMVzqjCCZ0K3Paj8v5TcjxbeZy3MsYuLzgZlfEDqUhGEGYdcDyS-aoT10ck5FIJ7aULCAuUs/s1600-h/words+are+windows.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351351007827616530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dr7zTPoKXHF2YTWimkIBhDPIb7vVR5BJHqS-M6FJGQc6J0AcTYWHynR3Q5aHuIf5WnhZIMVzqjCCZ0K3Paj8v5TcjxbeZy3MsYuLzgZlfEDqUhGEGYdcDyS-aoT10ck5FIJ7aULCAuUs/s320/words+are+windows.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Words, windows or walls? Today I have been thinking on how we speak to each other; it is so easy to hurt others without realizing... I suddenly remembered this poem from a book I read last year. It reminds me that to talk is always as having a conversation through a land line, there are filters on both sides of the line. Filters change the sound of our voice, or at least, how it sounds to the one who listens. I, sometimes, wish that we could hear what people really want to say with the words they pronounce. What do you say about yourself? (<a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=50">John 1, 22</a>)</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Words are windows, or they’re walls, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">They sentence us, or set us free. </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">When I speak and when I hear, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Let the love light shine through me. </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There are things I need to say, </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Things that mean so much to me, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If my words don’t make me clear, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Will you help me to be free? </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If I seemed to put you down, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If you felt I didn’t care, </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Try to listen through my words </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">To the feelings that we share. </span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="txt1"><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">–By Ruth Bebermeyer </span></span></span></span><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span><span class="txt1"><i><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">(Marshall Rosenberg <a href="http://www.cnvc.org/">Nonviolent Communications </a>2003)</span></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" ><a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=50">John 1, 22</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So they said to him, 'Who are you? We must take back an answer to those who sent us. What have you to say about yourself?'</span><br /></p></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-81953942465719543592009-06-16T08:13:00.010+02:002009-06-16T08:59:23.008+02:00Giving Thanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Lqlk2jebfGPBk8EkBGDg6Tri6avueeLEEkCVzsXbTN71g9CDNnV3FJcRdNSsclUK5Kq8ZJzBhd2d9BFSBPytpTWxrPpYZw6O-xYL8_nVenc8SK2trO0I5-YGroE-b3kV8CDrCyFmyIm0/s1600-h/small+flower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347815757211470658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Lqlk2jebfGPBk8EkBGDg6Tri6avueeLEEkCVzsXbTN71g9CDNnV3FJcRdNSsclUK5Kq8ZJzBhd2d9BFSBPytpTWxrPpYZw6O-xYL8_nVenc8SK2trO0I5-YGroE-b3kV8CDrCyFmyIm0/s320/small+flower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These days I have made a point of looking back on my day and <a href="http://godissaying.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-rested.html">giving thanks </a>for something. It is not always the first thought that comes to my mind but I have always found something. Then, by chance, I also found this poem in my USB… I had got it ages ago and forgotten about it. I ho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLMs8Wf36x506_T5caa60s49zqtigP6z3fZ_Z6-042EaoV6k4YtURYJaZ0vij3byaS1iWMIUFDFSHrkijxzV2exjNStgrnpTgNQOO4hjWdbGVw3p7Mf7b9Bdh_ooQr9pwS1nODpy57JEM/s1600-h/small+flower.jpg"></a>pe you like it. It reminds me that <strong>nothing that happens to us is a waste. Everything can make us better people.</strong> Thanks also to the writer. <div><br /><div><br />I give thanks for the hard times, for they made me strong.<br />I give thanks for the lean times, for they made a giver.<br />I give thanks for the loneliness; it taught me to be a friend.<br />I give thanks for the hunger that taught me to share.<br />I give thanks for the tears, that taught me to smile.<br />I am grateful to the darkness for it helped me find the light.<br />I give thanks for the storm and the pain and the fear<br />that made me a survivor. </div><div>I give thanks for the gift of words;<br />and as long as there is air to breathe and light to see, and lessons to learn,<br />to share the blessing, on this day and always, I will write.<br /><a href="http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=207567">Carmen Ruggero </a>©2007<br /><br />Give a look to this passage from <a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=52">Romans, 8,28 </a>We are well aware that <a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=5217">God</a> works with those who love him, those who have been called in accordance with his purpose, and turns everything to their good.</div></div></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-68898845241462017772009-06-11T20:30:00.004+02:002009-06-12T10:10:26.193+02:00who are you not to be?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhclQYC-ogXVn5VvDm6EYMuoTDi6SWeluzYfuOwT8Ti-mPOW2ZLZKCtyBogfI0lFnf_3O8zd_0LVllziAPNWeHbC92C-wtpvnrE9b4zxzydvjhfu8ZmLpn3VF0Wadg3ak3E9O1sU05rgm/s1600-h/star-in-gods-eyes-cheryl-garton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346350035827821858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhclQYC-ogXVn5VvDm6EYMuoTDi6SWeluzYfuOwT8Ti-mPOW2ZLZKCtyBogfI0lFnf_3O8zd_0LVllziAPNWeHbC92C-wtpvnrE9b4zxzydvjhfu8ZmLpn3VF0Wadg3ak3E9O1sU05rgm/s320/star-in-gods-eyes-cheryl-garton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>They always say that the greatest "achievement" of XXth century is to have convinced us of being no-one. This poem reminds me that God made us well, that when He saw that everything was good he was right. I hope you like it.<br /><br />“<span style="font-size:130%;">Our deepest fear <strong>is not </strong>that we are inadequate</span>. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” (<a href="http://www.marianne.com/">Marianne Williamson</a>)<br /><br />And this is the one who said it first...<a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=1">Genesis, 1</a>, 27-31 God created <a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=7463">man</a> in the image of himself, in the image of <a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=5217">God</a> he created him, male and female he created them... God saw all he had made, and indeed it was very good</div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-45908496305734077652009-06-08T11:20:00.004+02:002009-06-08T12:20:26.082+02:00God Rested<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2t5jt73w7kfPlykY5FpKMmGF9fToDQNXIiOYaF2GHGGC1MiCUJbquCxyK8fHjqAd1d3fvel_yoIZkvqbjZQUnszMexg9dMo4UhGv8Nex37EzGCc-lXA4wP79s1oAg9w8dNHxnLyNmGrA/s1600-h/rman2106l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2t5jt73w7kfPlykY5FpKMmGF9fToDQNXIiOYaF2GHGGC1MiCUJbquCxyK8fHjqAd1d3fvel_yoIZkvqbjZQUnszMexg9dMo4UhGv8Nex37EzGCc-lXA4wP79s1oAg9w8dNHxnLyNmGrA/s320/rman2106l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344899465774342866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> I heard yesterday a priest joking about the fact that Church critics never seem to remember that "holidays" were God's invention. <b style="">God rested</b>. On the seventh day, after a week of creation, he rested. This idea seems to be following me these last days, maybe because I do not seem to have found the “seventh day” of my weeks. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> I read the Bible, where God tells the Israelites to rest. In two lines it says what God does for resting: looks back on what he has done and he approves of it; he blesses it and <b style="">He makes holy the day of looking back, enjoying and speaking well of his work. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"> I went to bed yesterday trying to <a href="http://christian-daily-meditation.blogspot.com/2009/04/positive-thinking-can-bring-good-health.html">remember </a>what had happened during the day for which I could give thanks because it had been <b style="">very good</b>. I had been studying all day (got two exams this week) but lunch with the others was a moment of joking and laughing all the time. <b style="">It was a great moment</b>; after, I rested (and slept) much better. Thus, now I am even more convinced that God’s ways of doing things are much more effective than ours. <b style="">He rests enjoying what he has done</b>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=1&bible_chapter=2">Genesis, 1:31-2:3</a><sup> </sup>God saw all he had made, and indeed it was very good. <a name="2"></a><sup>2</sup>He rested on the seventh day after all the work he had been doing. God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on that day he rested after all his work of creating.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-83436627918189918802009-06-04T20:26:00.009+02:002009-06-05T14:38:32.554+02:00Simply, PrayToday I have something different to show you. I received this in the morning. Big truths come in simple ways!<br /><br /><div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIz5sq0HFWaq5H8quwUOPR2zTKN5orLSzbJcnVUPorsU_xUJncRNzTREiRGwYDITAwmGdSJzxeVCA9IE9rQMxjmjOZx8m94wR07i59lSxsm7wnqZNwYvlX5QsCalXlrScReaFk_yUmAD8z/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818157994541826" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIz5sq0HFWaq5H8quwUOPR2zTKN5orLSzbJcnVUPorsU_xUJncRNzTREiRGwYDITAwmGdSJzxeVCA9IE9rQMxjmjOZx8m94wR07i59lSxsm7wnqZNwYvlX5QsCalXlrScReaFk_yUmAD8z/s320/lord+protect+me+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OhsgR8OHByPKBIFyzRIjMxSGb0BjS0omcQgJdKGRRL_TznpV_qcO0qqt5PeTgDD8x0IaL2MaHISkwc4neNrAP2XSUWDXekJrTa2RYfvP3A20hm0On3lhPdHhKw_HbfiufXuJstnFbXnH/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+2+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818163992828162" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OhsgR8OHByPKBIFyzRIjMxSGb0BjS0omcQgJdKGRRL_TznpV_qcO0qqt5PeTgDD8x0IaL2MaHISkwc4neNrAP2XSUWDXekJrTa2RYfvP3A20hm0On3lhPdHhKw_HbfiufXuJstnFbXnH/s320/lord+protect+me+2+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9duEaU_ENMBGE36V6F0Kw31Sx-0ssPhUnnGSwwAzN66998MJWBN0v3JFdwW6_IrjxLGYLc6ZiXBboL-uY_kf-35v9ZlmqujiG6_dJGWYQg8wvI6ZUqNXGup27xAYuR1a2sZRmOCWohBv/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+3+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818166219574114" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9duEaU_ENMBGE36V6F0Kw31Sx-0ssPhUnnGSwwAzN66998MJWBN0v3JFdwW6_IrjxLGYLc6ZiXBboL-uY_kf-35v9ZlmqujiG6_dJGWYQg8wvI6ZUqNXGup27xAYuR1a2sZRmOCWohBv/s320/lord+protect+me+3+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1TviodaeCRXp0BCmOiNBls7vFdgr1C9MnerojHVrOWRZtyxi__dO7h-ebzX3k46X24BsDzarD3O8_x3mK5WukrfMdU8lmQgDi__QcGSBxe45nGveWLJ6wZnKPAwGRSrN0V44K-e0awVb/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+4+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818168233185762" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1TviodaeCRXp0BCmOiNBls7vFdgr1C9MnerojHVrOWRZtyxi__dO7h-ebzX3k46X24BsDzarD3O8_x3mK5WukrfMdU8lmQgDi__QcGSBxe45nGveWLJ6wZnKPAwGRSrN0V44K-e0awVb/s320/lord+protect+me+4+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JUdICAD1kOdw5TYgvOsFUMZvPCeUcuGAxf-j6moKy02znSwKUi8bBrepBTuGZkEUDZIW0-tPE1TL6IpteP64ky3m6TyJcPunhoiHrrI8JAGVKEB3pYZ41anVWecsh761yFsieht0L0DI/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343820557730413250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JUdICAD1kOdw5TYgvOsFUMZvPCeUcuGAxf-j6moKy02znSwKUi8bBrepBTuGZkEUDZIW0-tPE1TL6IpteP64ky3m6TyJcPunhoiHrrI8JAGVKEB3pYZ41anVWecsh761yFsieht0L0DI/s320/lord+protect+me+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOogb43kcXTK4EXBYiACJqUVERyDg1YQUHa0jq6j9lOtBvPSyS-Ns0Hg9XOj9WOZHN2gIWfCE-fTnGYiQwrBGB_qEovKcmx-x3OAkUojhz2Y5ZuuGiaXyMboRtaDJ_rW_NGjU1b9uQb4m/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343820567520478178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOogb43kcXTK4EXBYiACJqUVERyDg1YQUHa0jq6j9lOtBvPSyS-Ns0Hg9XOj9WOZHN2gIWfCE-fTnGYiQwrBGB_qEovKcmx-x3OAkUojhz2Y5ZuuGiaXyMboRtaDJ_rW_NGjU1b9uQb4m/s320/lord+protect+me+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneK38rtugMJ11wZV8dCeIYuPpwQ7A9rzqmMHD9nXF9uJ3KPsSIV5WlM6y-RXXhPiWmq8fAe3YNKIoElj004KDCYErEf6dsdJf9XgKssMu4hdWASIaSWaBMf4ZxDkT0H7143zsRA9wXfzt/s1600-h/lord+protect+me+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343820565430152338" style="WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneK38rtugMJ11wZV8dCeIYuPpwQ7A9rzqmMHD9nXF9uJ3KPsSIV5WlM6y-RXXhPiWmq8fAe3YNKIoElj004KDCYErEf6dsdJf9XgKssMu4hdWASIaSWaBMf4ZxDkT0H7143zsRA9wXfzt/s320/lord+protect+me+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>Sometimes we understand a message when it is simply illustrated… </div><div><div><p></p><p>...and you question God - 'why me?'.... always look at the bigger picture.... </p><p>Thank God for the stuff that didn’t hit you! </p></div></div></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-6044616773868480552009-05-27T20:11:00.003+02:002009-05-27T21:09:03.375+02:00Trams, Buses, Cars and People<span style="font-size:130%;">We all arrive at the same time at <a href="http://maps.google.it/maps?layer=c&q=roma&z=14&utm_campaign=it&utm_medium=ha&utm_source=it-ha-emea-it-sk-svn&utm_term=roma">Piazza Maggiore</a></span>.There is a P. Maggiore in each big city of the world. Every rush hour it becomes a mess.<br /><br />Why am I talking about this? Because the tram that takes me to Uni every day passes through P. Maggiore.<br /><br />At the beginning it was surprising. I was there, in the safety of the biggest thing on the piazza; and I realized that all the passengers (around 30) that had just got off the tram were running (literally) through the cars in order to catch the bus "number 3" that was arriving. The cars, instead of stopping where just slowing down enough for not killing anyone. The bus, of course, did not stop either. The tram (with me inside) was waiting for the green light in order to join the mess. And off it went!<br /><br />My greatest surprise is that I have never seen any accident. <strong>The chaos seems to have an inner rhythm that everybody knows and follows.</strong> Every morning, in P. Maggiore, I am reminded about rhythm. <strong>Maybe it is an alternative to order</strong>. Maybe we need the capacity to enter into the heart of things instead of wanting things to be our way.<br /><br />What for us is a mess has an inner rhythm. Not only in P. Maggiore, but also in our lives, what for us is a mess is conducted by a loving hand that takes care of us. <span style="font-size:130%;">This hand loves and knows the inner rhythm of the things that are happening in our lives.<br /></span><br />I leave you with <a href="http://www.catholic.org/bible/book.php?id=23">Psalm 139</a>, “I will say, 'Let the darkness cover me, and the night wrap itself around me,' <strong>even darkness to you is not dark, and night is as clear as the day.</strong>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-59658096142469589212009-05-25T13:33:00.009+02:002009-05-25T15:21:58.755+02:00Internet and the Tower of Babel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13P-OwAx-Tud9KILs02isjaNZCD6EQMAuujSisq02grXvNtgIOX-UT_Cr1V_Pk7y7sxwPZ9jQbsfU3Qz4205InvXsGg833ErwJTu9U4HCaJwv_zl-UnFyG_7t_v-svD7ULAPsHFgg2pkn/s1600-h/mafalda,+uguali+a+chi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339739847954488114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13P-OwAx-Tud9KILs02isjaNZCD6EQMAuujSisq02grXvNtgIOX-UT_Cr1V_Pk7y7sxwPZ9jQbsfU3Qz4205InvXsGg833ErwJTu9U4HCaJwv_zl-UnFyG_7t_v-svD7ULAPsHFgg2pkn/s320/mafalda,+uguali+a+chi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Was the Babel Tower the first www attempt? Today our teacher spoke about a book, written by T. Friedman, called "The Lexus and The Olive Tree" (click on the title to go to his page) . He writes about globalization and compares Internet with the Tower of Babel. I have to say that it really got me thinking all the way back from university.<br /><br />For those less informed about Babel: it is a story at the beginning of the Bible (Book of Genesis, 11:1-9). Human beings have grown in number; some of them decide to move east; they arrive to a nice spot and decide to build a tower to reach heaven. God looks at what is happening and decides to "create" the different languages of the world, in order to avoid that.<br /><br />The story starts with these words: “<em>The whole world spoke the same language, with the same vocabulary."</em> <strong>I had always thought that this was good. Today I started to think that maybe, to be all the same is to destroy human creativity and capacity for craziness</strong>. I think that when God created the languages, He was trying to avoid what now is happening: <strong>The sameness</strong>.<br /><br />Thanks to the web we all speak the same language, find information in the same place, and develop our social life in the same way. Facebook, twitter, MySpace… are they not words that we all speak and understand? <strong>God’s plan has always been unity and diversity</strong>. Why do we need to find our unity in sameness? As I was arriving home I started to see this Tower of Babel as a prison; please, let God make us always different! </div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-89565218672103406642009-05-23T14:59:00.002+02:002009-05-23T15:33:18.694+02:00Catholic differencesAs you know I am studying theology. After two years in England I came to Rome to finish the STB. It has really been a change. Now I am with seminarians and sisters from all over the world. It is giving me the opportunity to know the Catholic Church in its catholic aspect (catholic means universal); it could not be more different from one place to another.<br /><br /> We could not think more differently either. I personally think that our lives (as religious people) should be the basis for our words. Others think that our presence is enough, a presence that is noticed. Yesterday I was talking about this with a friend. Some people (religious and no religious) think that it is enough with “being there” for being a witnesses to the Gospel (the conversation had started with the always present question of why I do not wear habit). He (my friend) was saying that with his habit, when people see him they know that he has given his life to God and this is a witness. I agree with that. I also think that there are many ways of making people know about God; you tell them about Him, that’s one, another is to wake up their curiosity with your life until they ask the question of why you are like that. I like better the second one. <strong>Show with your life what you want to say with your words.</strong> <strong>And when someone asks, then, speak!</strong> Neither the habit nor the lack of it makes us truthful witnesses to the presence of God among us; only the acts of love, kindness, forgiveness that we do.<br /><br /> Children, our love must be <strong>not just words or mere talk, but something active and genuine</strong>. This will be the proof that we belong to the truth, and it will convince us in his presence, even if our own feelings condemn us, that God is greater than our feelings and knows all things. (1 John 3:18-20)Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-81923438004345947202009-05-11T16:59:00.005+02:002009-05-12T18:54:01.538+02:00Great Thoughts, Small Moments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrjXRX3vgZmysZKPL9hTUcx73POirX8d4_6TKuR58CkbFva8btnAG4QDG1uR0FW4-wTzyw5fi3B9kWXN1c_H1S5X_9YbfbtURyclIvQTigqJ6m2G3xG8NN7cMLQCDjOv2_krehEW8GRa3/s1600-h/front+door+key.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334589854294752098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrjXRX3vgZmysZKPL9hTUcx73POirX8d4_6TKuR58CkbFva8btnAG4QDG1uR0FW4-wTzyw5fi3B9kWXN1c_H1S5X_9YbfbtURyclIvQTigqJ6m2G3xG8NN7cMLQCDjOv2_krehEW8GRa3/s320/front+door+key.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last Thursday I went to a live concert in which some people talked of their lives in and out of the Church. One of them, who had always been a “church-goer,” one day, realized that he had to <strong>start taking Christ seriously</strong>. This simple thought changed his life. It also reminded me that one day, as I was opening the door I told myself that I did <strong>not want to get far from God ever again</strong>. I remember that I was turning the key as I had this thought. What I only discovered months later is that that moment was the first mark of the greatest “before and after” of my life. </div><br /><div>A great moment often comes in normal situations, thoughts… but it is up to us to take them seriously; to make, out of a hidden thought, a life-changing moment. </div><br /><div>I leave you with a simple word that Jesus said once to Matthew. One verse in the Bible, the life-changing moment in Matthew’s life: "As Jesus was walking on from there he saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax office, and he said to him, <strong>'Follow me</strong>.' And he got up and followed him." (Matthew 9:9) </div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-13074086772602405022009-05-05T20:51:00.005+02:002009-05-06T16:25:01.549+02:00As Water In A Thirsty Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nc6b1-oPyeeQyfFPZpKT8AzpjkyZ-PlJZ8ZZZfzwYMbIfs4Tiy6gwT-MY1CJSOW8vWEZUpvBl5687b1Ny-DBxw_tXZ_ibz5nDVczH2-8e0198CyJtSCNtjYgCtFYhE21nf-uCqHbh_6T/s1600-h/desert+plant+no+water.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332715985579329650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nc6b1-oPyeeQyfFPZpKT8AzpjkyZ-PlJZ8ZZZfzwYMbIfs4Tiy6gwT-MY1CJSOW8vWEZUpvBl5687b1Ny-DBxw_tXZ_ibz5nDVczH2-8e0198CyJtSCNtjYgCtFYhE21nf-uCqHbh_6T/s320/desert+plant+no+water.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZ6c2NFcRS6rHQsp7hLH50vKjnZZGMzPAs133tvhWfMuvbzsfKSMgLdA6gzFtS9v20dpXSbiCyVWAmK17AebSKEaAb6kHX6YFWiH9FxSCsMI9rmRfyNf1jnkgXxgFp4nKfuAzUedtOFUt/s1600-h/desert+plant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332715531607065986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZ6c2NFcRS6rHQsp7hLH50vKjnZZGMzPAs133tvhWfMuvbzsfKSMgLdA6gzFtS9v20dpXSbiCyVWAmK17AebSKEaAb6kHX6YFWiH9FxSCsMI9rmRfyNf1jnkgXxgFp4nKfuAzUedtOFUt/s320/desert+plant.jpg" border="0" /></a>I always read the news. I like to know what happens in the world. I have found, as the side effect of this that it provokes a kind of dryness inside. I do not think that I am the only one. Go around the web and you’ll find that the people who say to know best about “what’s really going on” tend to be cynical about everything, hard hearted. <div><br /><div><br />It is within this context that I was reading this morning the psalm 63 and realized that prayer is as a water for a thirsty heart. As water melts the hardness of the earth prayer melted the hardness provoked in my heart. </div><br /><div>And here is when i go poetic (no smiles, please...)<br /></div><br /><div>Prayer is like a friend’s call in a bad moment<br />Prayer is like that unexpected smile<br />Prayer is like a joke heard in the Tube<br />As a laugh at the end of a long day<br />As the embrace given by someone long missed<br />As finding an old good friend on the street<br />As a “new message” in an empty inbox<br /></div><br /><br /><div>God, you are my God… my heart thirsts for you, my body longs for you, as a land parched, dreary and waterless. (Psalm 63)</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Have a good day</div></div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-91110276502580626072009-05-04T18:17:00.005+02:002009-05-04T18:26:22.214+02:00Friends and treasures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpAw5GiQ_fLapcL8mxUu4i2cqNaYZ7HjhfmCMxxILwJu7odAavauqktNUKfbI6uYXVdUJffArHO9vxPf-vE0ZC-k-diUPBR6RyWTKY-az60NsxAE8MPRUQBB98gIDVCuOQl-1ebtshyphenhyphenAu/s1600-h/Treasure+map.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332004957605438306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpAw5GiQ_fLapcL8mxUu4i2cqNaYZ7HjhfmCMxxILwJu7odAavauqktNUKfbI6uYXVdUJffArHO9vxPf-vE0ZC-k-diUPBR6RyWTKY-az60NsxAE8MPRUQBB98gIDVCuOQl-1ebtshyphenhyphenAu/s320/Treasure+map.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Who has found a friend has found a treasure. It is one of the biggest truths that can be said. Not only for the value of friendship, but also because (let’s face it) to find it is as difficult as finding a real treasure. Is it because they are something from the past (as old treasure hunting)? </div><div> </div><div><br />They cannot be, because I have found a few friends in my life. Not many, but enough to make me realize of why friendship is one of the few “old-values” that continues being a value. A friend is a support for who you are, the person that is you friend confirms, with his or her existence that you are worthwhile, that you are someone in this world of numbers, statistics, crowds, globalization… </div><div> </div><div><br />We only have a few real friends: and this is good because it makes friendship special (and different from “contacts” in the web), it makes us special and different. Someone has chosen us as real friend. </div><div> </div><div><br />In fact, someone has. Jesus is quite clear about this matter. “<strong>I call you friends</strong>, because I have made known to you everything I have learnt from my Father. You did not choose me, no, I chose you” John 15:15-16</div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-37421129693897773752009-04-24T17:10:00.003+02:002009-04-24T17:39:28.685+02:00About God-1-Word-2-say<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8urp5rnc4PSk2u-jafUTPaeCH8L95v-DzFaEJzwqqV0AemXCzL06Vc1WNfn1p5ukaHsqNm1bR0CKHhjYnfQ1bQ9FhyI-JoOtTkLsrwW0hBe4dzp0JBK46Q082TPMOZCL9geHdPplZ2BEC/s1600-h/sonho+do+futuro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328282645284128034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8urp5rnc4PSk2u-jafUTPaeCH8L95v-DzFaEJzwqqV0AemXCzL06Vc1WNfn1p5ukaHsqNm1bR0CKHhjYnfQ1bQ9FhyI-JoOtTkLsrwW0hBe4dzp0JBK46Q082TPMOZCL9geHdPplZ2BEC/s320/sonho+do+futuro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My name is Pilar, I am originally from Spain, from a beautiful mediterranean island called Majorca. I have lived five years in the U.K. and two in the USA (California). Now I just moved to Rome. I am a member of a Catholic Community called Verbum Dei. We devote ourselves to preaching the Word of God to all who want to listen a different discourse to that of the mass-media. I pray every day for at least two hours. I am studying Theology in Rome. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This blog is about how I link my prayer with my life and with what I see that happens in other's people lives. I would like to see people happy. I read and pray the Word every morning. It gives me a different perspective on what goes on in the world(and in my life). And search for a different perspective.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I chose this title for the blog "God-1-Word-2-say" becaue I am sincerely convinced that God has something to say about us. My experience is that to hear this "something" can change a life.</div><br /><div>I sincerely hope that reading my posts you will be able to also find a different point of view on the world, on yourself and your life. Although my greatest hope is that my posts provoke in you the desire to pray. </div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-7949682597427428652009-04-22T21:23:00.001+02:002009-04-24T16:40:51.069+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiK6FpaDJJIIC7LZhBOsWtahAiwNpSqAZWDln2dwSdhgNn1Zxl2DuMS1BIggkrPJz2_Oj1uaKvnBrrwiq9OVkwov1gK8vgbJgTS7vJZ_eslnB6-kZPq0O-Cn70-IzwlVzTXScZWmoPvREp/s1600-h/Susan-Boyle-gives-thumbs--001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328267405386219202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiK6FpaDJJIIC7LZhBOsWtahAiwNpSqAZWDln2dwSdhgNn1Zxl2DuMS1BIggkrPJz2_Oj1uaKvnBrrwiq9OVkwov1gK8vgbJgTS7vJZ_eslnB6-kZPq0O-Cn70-IzwlVzTXScZWmoPvREp/s320/Susan-Boyle-gives-thumbs--001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hi… Susan Boyle. I have been thinking about her all day. I was really impressed by the whole thing. After watching the video in YouTube I was left amazed and happy, with a good feeling inside. It is really uplifting when good things happen to normal people. She looks like many women I cross on the street. And there she was, she is no actress, no dancer, no singer… and surprising. Good on you, Susan, both because of your courage to go to the program and because of your success. It is a pity she had to wait for so long. How many people never saw the diamond in the rock?<br /><br />Here is the reading that has been in my mind all day long<br />“but The Lord said to Samuel, 'Take no notice of his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him; God does not see as human beings see; they look at appearances but The Lord looks at the heart.'(1 Samuel, 16: 1-13)</div>Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496649372192755548.post-49675154656978607012009-04-20T21:17:00.000+02:002009-04-20T21:18:44.309+02:00<span style="font-size:180%;">I Will Not Give Up</span>:<br />God is being substituted by technology. It is the last realization of thinkers. Everything that used to be God’s “job” (as giving life, creating, loving, guiding…) now is made with computers. There are even some authors who say that they can stimulate in our brains the neurons that are at use in contemplative prayer… so you do not need any more God, just a little artifact that can cause the same “sensation” in your brain. It is in this context that I read the verse on the Gospel of John. Can it be possible that God has not given up on us yet? And I look at the cross and the answer is not.<br />John 13:1 “Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love.”<br />Have a good Easter Time.Pilarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05339161244967388372noreply@blogger.com0