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The morning dew covers the earth as His love covers you
Through the summer breeze in that golden field He whispers through
He is your eyes when the fog grows thick and covers the light
He is that dream that speaks to you and wakes you in the night
Though the waves will crash, they soon will recede
He is there filling your heart, every breath, every need
The true love you wait for is there in His grace
I can see you love Him, it’s in your smile, it’s on your face
Through every passing second and each fallen rain drop He is there
He is the wind that’s unseen, the wind that brushes through your hair
Every leaf on every tree rustles out the sound of His name
The ocean’s tides come and go, but His love will remain the same
The sun will set and the stars will shine, a picture in the night sky
I seek His love, for His glory I praise, for His mercy I cry

For Corey
By J. L. Scott
Jan 8, 2000
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Supper was special that night.
There was both a heaviness and a holiness
hanging in the air.
We couldn’t explain the mood.
It was sacred, yet sorrowful.
Gathered around that table
        eating that solemn, holy meal
        seemed to us the most important meal
        we had ever sat down to eat.

We were dwelling in the heart of MYSTERY.
Though dark the night,
Hope felt right—
        as if something evil
        was about to be conquered.

And then suddenly
the One-Who-Loved startled us all.
He got up from the table
and put on an apron.
Can you imagine how we felt?

GOD IN AN APRON!

Tenderness encircled us
        as He bowed before us.
He knelt and said,
        “I choose to wash your feet
        because I love you.”

God in an apron, kneeling.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I was embarrassed
        until His eyes met mine.
I sensed my value then.
He touched my feet.
He held them in His strong, brown hands.
He washed them.
I can still feel the water.
I can still feel the touch of His hands.
I can still see the look in His eyes.

Then He handed me the towel
and said,
“As I have done,
        so you must do.”
Learn to bow.
Learn to kneel.

Let your tenderness encircle
        everyone you meet.
Wash their feet–
        not because you have to–
but because you want to.

It seems I’ve stood two thousand years
        holding that towel in my hands.
“As I have done, so must you do,”
        keeps echoing in my heart.

“There are so many feet to wash,”
        I keep saying.
“No.”
I hear God’s voice
        resounding through the years.
“There are only My feet.
What you do for them,
        you do for Me.”

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Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart.

Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always On the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to.

But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.” Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.

The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.

It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, “My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?” The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, “Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.”

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter,when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. “Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. “All right,” he said.”You can go in.” Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game,this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.

Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone The coach came to him and said,”Kid, I can’t believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?”

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?” The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, “Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!”

Like the athlete’s father, God is always there cheering for us. He’s always reminding us to go on. He’s even offering us His hand for He knows what is best, and is willing to give us what we need and not simply what we want. GOD has never missed a single game. What a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the Highest. Live for HIM for He’s watching us in the game of life!

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There she is, I see her now.
Go to her—But when and how?
She is ready, alone she waits…..
“Please don’t let it be too late.”

“Excuse me miss, How do you do?”
I’m sorry sir, I don’t know you,
“I’ve come to give you all my love,
I am your angel from above.”

I know your pain, I feel it too.
That’s why I’m here— to save you.
Please don’t laugh, it’s not a joke.
God heard you every time you spoke..

If you’re an angel, why no wings?
“I traded them for the love I bring.”
My precious one, you can’t yet see…..
I don’t need wings, have faith in me.

Don’t be afraid of what you feel.
Look at me, for I am real.
Be careful what you wish—some say,
Sent from Heaven, I’m here to stay.

In your eyes I see disbelief..
Come with me, I’ll show you peace.
“I don’t understand, how can it be,
that an angel brings his love to me?”

Take my hand and walk with me.
I’ll show you now how it can be.
But when you wake you must forget,
I am the angel Heaven sent.

You’ll see a man without his wings,
You’ll feel my love and many things.
And yet somehow you’ll always sense,
an angel in your presence.

This story does not have an end,
but this is how our love began.
I can’t explain, but it did seem….
I found an angel missing wings.

So happy now and I realize,
God sent an angel in disguise.
He made me want to live again,
it was an angel he did send.

I feel so loved, it’s like a dream.
At night, I hear the angels sing.
And when I lay me down to sleep,
I know that love has brought me peace.

I look at him and I could swear,
I see an angel standing there”.
“I look at her and what I see,
Is all the love come back to me.”

I know he said I would forget,
I owe my life to the day we met.
And I thank God for I do know,
I have an angel to behold…….

“The only thing that I regret…..
We lost the time before we met.”
But good things come to those  who wait,
And what we have is by God’s fate.

I use to hope and pray and wish,
that I would find a love like this.
From where he comes, I do not know….
But God sent me a miracle.

All those years I could not see,
I did not know God’s plan for me.
Then just before I closed my eyes,
he sent an angel from the sky.

Excuse me miss, How do you do?
I said that when I first met you.
“And I recall one other thing….”
I asked you why you had no wings.

I smiled at her and then I said,
“No honey, that’s just in your head.
She looked at me and said— okay…
But—Heaven sent me an angel that day.

I kissed a whisper in her ear,
My love, there is an angel here…..
He loves you more than anything,
I am your angel without wings………………………

Created by Jacqueline D. Brown

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Whatever our hands touch-
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There’s no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh God, wherever I go today
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.

Lord, send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say
“I felt your touch,”
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.

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A single ray of sunlight
     Illuminates a room
By casting tiny rainbows
     Among the dark and gloom
A falling star fills the sky
     With beauty to behold.
It lingers in the watchful eye
     As centuries grow old.
The flicker of a candle’s flame
     Comsumes us with delight.
It lingers till the sunrise
     Extinguishes it from sight.
But there’s and even greater light
     On this celestial ball -
The light of God’s redeeming love,
     The greatest light of all.
-Clay Harrison

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The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. “How embarrassing. I am getting so clumsy in my old age.”

Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, “Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment.”

Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. “I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were still at home.”

He looked at us and said, “I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish.”

Frank’s voice dropped a bit. “When the weather was bad he would drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school, I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!”

He paused and then went on, “I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.’

It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.

I said, ‘Dad, I’m too old for a goodbye kiss. I’m too old for any kind of kiss.’

My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield. ‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘You are a big boy….a man. I won’t kiss you anymore.’”

Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke. “It wasn’t long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the floats.”

I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks. Frank spoke again. “Guys, you don’t know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek….to feel his rough old face….to smell the ocean on him….to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss.”

-Bishop Thomas Charles Clary

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I remember when I was little,
the good times we all had…
The best laughter in the whole wide world,
came from Mom and Dad…

And I recall those hard times too
for trials will come to us all…
The rainbow we do not perceive,
until the rain first falls…

Thank you for loving each other
and for every single tear…
For all those times you gave without ceasing
and the times you loved without fear…

For richer or for poorer,
you gave those tears to me…
In each and every trial you had,
I learned from that you see…

God has blessed you with such a beautiful gift
it’s so hard to find words to say…
Thank you for loving each other so much,
and for giving me today…

Love,
Sandy

by Sandy G. Quispe
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It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning” said the fox.
“Good morning” the little prince responded politely although when
he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right here” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very
pretty to look at.”
“I am a fox”, the fox said.
“Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince, “I am so
unhappy.”
“I cannot play with you,” the fox said, “I am not tamed.”
“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince. But after some
thought, he added: “what does that mean–’tame’?”
“You do not live here,” said the fox,
“What is it you are looking for?”
“I am looking for men,” said the little prince. “What does that
mean—tame?”
“Men,”said the fox, “they have guns, and they hunt. It is very
disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only
interests. Are you looking for chickens?”
“No,” said the little prince. “I am looking for friends. What
does that mean–tame?”
“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. “It means to
establish ties.”
“To establish ties?”
“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more
than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little
boys. And I have no need of you.
And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more
than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me,
then we shall need each other.
To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be
unique in all the world. . .”
“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There
is a flower. . .I think she has tamed me. . .”
“It is possible,” said the fox. “On earth one sees all sorts of
things.”
“Oh but this is not on the earth!” said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious. “On another planet?”
“Yes”
“Are there hunters on that planet?”
“No”
“Ah that’s interesting! Are there chickens?”
“No”
“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. But he came back to his
idea. “My life is very monotonous,” he said. “I hunt chickens; men
hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just
alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored.
But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my
life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from
all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the
ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then
look: You see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread.
Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to
me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold.
Think how wonderful that will be
when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring
me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind
in the wheat. . .”
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. “Please—
tame me!” he said.
“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have
not much time.
I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”
“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox.
“Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all
ready made at the shops.
But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so
men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me. . .”
“What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.
“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. First you will sit
down at a little distance from me-like that-in the grass. I shall
look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
But you will sit a little closer to me, every day…”
The next day the little prince came back.
“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said
the fox.
“If for example, you came at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at
three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and
happier as the hour advances.
At four o’clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall
show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall
never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you. . .One must
observe the proper rites. . .”
“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.
“Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “they
are what make one day different from other days, one hour different
from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters.
Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a
wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards.
But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like
every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.”

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his
departure drew near–
“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”
“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished
you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you. . .”
“Yes that is so”, said the fox.
“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.
“Yes that is so” said the fox.
“Then it has done you no good at all!”
“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the
wheat fields.”
And then he added: “go and look again at the roses. You will
understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come
back to say goodbye to me,
and I will make you a present of a secret.”
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. “You
are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No
one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox
when I first knew him. He was only a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made a friend, and
now he is unique in all the world.”
And the roses were very much embarrassed.
“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could
not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked
just like you–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone
she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have
put under the glass globe; because it is for her that I have killed
the caterpillars (except the two or three we saved to become
butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she
grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she is MY rose.”
And he went back to meet the fox.
“Goodbye” he said.
“Goodbye,” said the fox.
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with
the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible
to the eye.”
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince
repeated,
so that he would be sure to remember.
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your
rose so important.
“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–”said the little
prince so he would be sure to remember.
“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not
forget it.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are
responsible for your rose. . .”
“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so
that he would be sure to remember.

From the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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