Location: Shore of Galilee
This video was shot on the place where Jesus asked Peter three times, “Do you love me?“
By: Bro. Bo Sanchez, Catholic Lay Preacher
The Full Faith: When asked, "Have you been saved?"
The Catholic reply is “I have been saved, I am being saved and I hope to be saved.”
Past Event: I have been savedRomans 8:24 - for in hope you were saved
Ephesians 2:5, 8 - by grace you have been saved through faith
2 Timothy 1:9 - he saved us, called us, according to his grace
Titus 3:5…
I can’t help to reblog… Stunning message. :`/
Daddy’s poem
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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn’t there.
‘Where’s her daddy at?’
She heard a boy call out.
‘She probably doesn’t have one,’
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
‘Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.’
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
‘My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.
‘Cause my daddy’s al ways with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart’
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
‘I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.
You see he is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught the world to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.’
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
‘I know you’re with me Daddy,’
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
GOD Bless the Military…simply stunning…
I know the feeling. My father died when I was 6 yrs old. He was shot five times during his duty as a police officer.
I love you, daddy. I miss you so much.
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I don’t know why I’m crying.
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Jesus did not come to make God’s love possible, but to make God’s love visible.
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Jesus died on the cross not only because He alone could save us, but because He couldn’t bear not saving us.
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I’ve read so many books I’ve lost count. Lol not really. I have a goodreads account.
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ALL IS WELL!!!
This story happened many years ago in Africa.
A King had a friend whom everyone called Sunny because he had a very sunny outlook in life. No matter what happened to him, whether good or bad, he’d always say, “All is well!”
If the sun was too hot, he’d say, “All is well! This sun is a blessing.”
If rains fall like cats and dogs, cows and carabaos, triceratops and t-rexes, he’d still say, “All is well. The rain is a blessing.”
One day, the King and Sunny went hunting. And in the hunting trip, Sunny’s job was to load the rifle and give it to the King. Sunny loaded the gun in a wrong way because when he gave it to the King, it fired by itself—and blew off the King’s thumb.
The King screamed in pain. And in his rage, he sent his friend Sunny to prison.
Many months later, the King was hunting again. But he hunted in a dangerous jungle where cannibals lived.
True enough, the cannibal tribe captured the King, tied him up, and hung him in a tree. And they lit a fire beneath him.
That was when one of the cannibals noticed that the King had a missing thumb. These cannibals had taste: They didn’t like to eat leftovers. In their minds, someone ate his thumb—and didn’t like it—and so didn’t eat the rest of his body.
So they released the King and he walked away unharmed.
As the King walked home, he remembered his friend Sunny in jail—and regretted sending him there.
When he visited his friend in jail, the King told the story of how having a missing thumb saved him from the cannibals. He then said to Sunny, “I’m so sorry for sending you to jail….”
Sunny smiled and said, “All is well! Prison was a blessing.”
The King was shocked by his answer. “How could you say All is well? You got stuck here in jail for one year!”
Sunny said, “If I wasn’t in jail, I would have been hunting with you today. And I don’t have a missing thumb!”
It’s so difficult to say, “All is well” when trials come upon our lives. But that’s the truth. No matter what happens, believe that all things will work for good to those who love Him.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28
What Kind Of Scars Do You Have?
One day, a mother and her little boy went to the farm.
Through the kitchen window, she saw her little boy dive into the lake behind the house. It was such a glorious sight, just seeing her son swim through the water.
Suddenly, she screamed in terror. For from the opposite direction, something was also swimming to her boy’s direction—and he didn’t know. It was an alligator!
She ran out to him, all the while shouting to the top of her lungs, “Get out of the lake! There’s an alligator!”
The little boy saw the oncoming alligator. He turned around and started swimming back as fast as he could.
When he touched land, two things happened at the same time. The mother grabbed his arms but the alligator sunk its sharp teeth on his legs. What happened next was a tug-o-war between his mother and the beast. The alligator was very strong, but so was his mother’s love. She simply wouldn’t let go.
A few minutes later, a man who was driving in his truck saw what was happening. Moving quickly, he got out of his truck, grabbed his rifle, and shot the alligator.
A couple of weeks later, the little boy was in the hospital recuperating from his wounds. A journalist entered his room, wanting to interview him.
After a few questions, she asked, “Would you mind if we get a photo of your wounds?”
“Sure,” the little boy said. “I have two wounds. Which ones do you want to photograph?”
The journalist didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
The little boy removed his blanket and exposed his scarred legs. “These are the scars from the alligator’s teeth.” His legs were covered with ugly puncture wounds.
He then said, “But my other wounds—that’s what I’m proud of. He exposed his arms, and showed off the ugly scars of his mother’s fingernails that dug deep into his skin. “I love these scars because they represent my mother’s love. The reason why I have these scars is because my mother would not let go of me.”
Friend, if you look into your life, you’ll find that you too have these scars. They come from a God that held on to you and wouldn’t let go. Were it not for those scars, you would have been swallowed up by the enemy.
Perhaps you didn’t get that job you prayed for. Perhaps you didn’t get the guy you wanted. Perhaps you didn’t get the project you worked for. God sees the future. He saw that if you got what you wanted, you would be swallowed up by the enemy. So He pulled you back. You got hurt. You got denied. You got rejected. Yes, you have scars—but these are scars of God’s Love for you!
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When I’m praying I forgot where I am. I usually see myself
-the only one kneeling during mass (@ Church)
-suddenly smiles or laugh silently and looks around if someone thinks I’m crazy (@ school)
-teary-eyed (inside a train)
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I like the idea that only one person can actually fit in this room. This would be a dream come true.
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