<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:28:47.745+08:00</updated><category term='Spiritual wealth'/><category term='gospel reflections'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='wonderful stories'/><category term='wealth'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='blog'/><category term='A Very Beautiful Prayer'/><category term='succes'/><category term='RELATIONSHIP'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Keep That Little Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>Gospel Replections &amp;amp; Inspirational Stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-7602276138804221092</id><published>2011-09-23T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:40:20.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>An Inspirational Story</title><content type='html'>After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and, before he gave his sermon for the evening, briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service that evening.  In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak.  "A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore.  The waves were so high that, even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in the story.  The aged minister continued with his story.  "Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life:  to which boy he would throw the other end of the life line.  He only had seconds to make the decision.  The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that his son's friend was not.  The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of the waves.  As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son!', he threw out the life line to the son's friend.  By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black of night.  His body was never recovered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old minister's mouth.  "The father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus.  Therefore, he sacrificed his son to save the son's friend.  How great is the love of God that He could do the same for us.  Our heavenly Father sacrificed His only begotten Son that we could be saved.  I urge you to accept His offer to rescue you and take hold of the life line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room.  The pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end.  However, no one responded to the appeal.  Within minutes after the service, the two teenagers were at the old man's side.  "That was a nice story," politely said one of the boys, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn Bible.  Sorrow began to overtake the old man's smiling face as he once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is it?  But I'm here today to tell you that I understand more than most the pain God must have felt to give up His only Son.  For you see, I'm the man who lost  his son to the ocean that day, and my son's friend that I chose to save is your pastor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-7602276138804221092?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7602276138804221092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=7602276138804221092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7602276138804221092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7602276138804221092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspirational-stories.html' title='An Inspirational Story'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-6926364730708133441</id><published>2009-06-24T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:15:29.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual wealth'/><title type='text'>How to use money in Biblical way</title><content type='html'>Things to remember about money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday provision that we sometimes neglect to appreciate is the material wealth or the thing called money.&lt;br /&gt;Money is a blessing from GOD, it is a blessing and yet when it is misuse can be curse in once life.&lt;br /&gt;Money is probably one of the most misunderstood element in daily life&lt;br /&gt;In psalm 119:105 your word is lamp to my feet and light to my path. From the words of GOD we can have better understanding of this often misunderstood blessing called money.&lt;br /&gt;What does the bible say or teach and reminds us about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to remember about money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is a shelter -  we should make money in honest way. Dishonest money disappear bit by bit , clean money grows and grows. Prov.13:11 “dishonest money dwindles away, but he who or his money little by little makes it grow”. It  means, you need not to make money instantly   but little by little. Dirty money disappear quickly. Dishonest money has no value, if your dirty money grow a fewer capacity to enjoy it. Or it can never satisfy. That’s why if you need to be productive in term of money, it should be done in honest way. So to earn money in honest way.&lt;br /&gt;Other say money is bad or money is the root of evil. But how can help people who need it if you have nothing to give. Money is not bad because it is a blessing from GOD. That is why it important to understand it thoroughly from a very biblical point of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is to be multiplied – we don’t make money, God does it, but what we need to do is through or GOD given gift thru work and honestly make it grow. Money is to be invested not just spend. GOD loves seeing money being multiplied. In parable that Jesus  told about money or sometimes called talent. He gave deferent amount of money that expected grow according to our capacity. Mathew 25:16 the man who received 5 talent went at once and put his money to work and gave 5 more. So he did spend his money he invest it and let it grow. But in the other hand he gave to the other man a little and expect also to grow but what happen? It didn’t grow as he expected he instead burry to the ground to the fear of disappearing. Well then, says in the parable representing GOD, you should have put my money in the bank, so that when I returned I would have received it back with the interest. God want his money grows continuously, because the lord multiplies blessings. We should make money more than we need so that we can share to those who are in needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-6926364730708133441?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6926364730708133441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=6926364730708133441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6926364730708133441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6926364730708133441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-use-money-in-biblical-way.html' title='How to use money in Biblical way'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1451710273069104324</id><published>2009-02-07T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:11:19.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP'/><title type='text'>RIGHT SPEECH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SY00DU1FXCI/AAAAAAAAADw/BBvGv-NYjko/s1600-h/egg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SY00DU1FXCI/AAAAAAAAADw/BBvGv-NYjko/s200/egg.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299949568220552226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;other&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;,we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;shouted,"Hi&lt;/span&gt;, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;me.Otherwise&lt;/span&gt; you will be the wife of a construction worker." She &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;answered  ,&lt;/span&gt;"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1451710273069104324?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1451710273069104324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1451710273069104324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1451710273069104324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1451710273069104324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-speech.html' title='RIGHT SPEECH'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SY00DU1FXCI/AAAAAAAAADw/BBvGv-NYjko/s72-c/egg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-903002219193626879</id><published>2009-02-06T07:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:00:27.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP'/><title type='text'>CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYt9ZkIQerI/AAAAAAAAADg/Voe4OBDCrCA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYt9ZkIQerI/AAAAAAAAADg/Voe4OBDCrCA/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299467264680032946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;humorous ,&lt;/span&gt; sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest."&lt;/span&gt; The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;husband ,because&lt;/span&gt; the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-903002219193626879?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/903002219193626879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=903002219193626879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/903002219193626879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/903002219193626879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/creating-perfect-relationships.html' title='CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYt9ZkIQerI/AAAAAAAAADg/Voe4OBDCrCA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1112906425257949867</id><published>2009-02-05T07:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:41:02.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP'/><title type='text'>NO POINTING FINGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYonSFWvlDI/AAAAAAAAADY/bAiy84GGJf0/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYonSFWvlDI/AAAAAAAAADY/bAiy84GGJf0/s200/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091103183508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1112906425257949867?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1112906425257949867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1112906425257949867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1112906425257949867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1112906425257949867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pointing-fingers.html' title='NO POINTING FINGERS'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYonSFWvlDI/AAAAAAAAADY/bAiy84GGJf0/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-5623381366465808181</id><published>2009-02-05T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:34:48.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELATIONSHIP'/><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female telephone operator received a phone call one day. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYol4AnB94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xbY82UtGG5M/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYol4AnB94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xbY82UtGG5M/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299089555721418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-5623381366465808181?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5623381366465808181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=5623381366465808181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/5623381366465808181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/5623381366465808181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SYol4AnB94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xbY82UtGG5M/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1519487932096918179</id><published>2009-02-03T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:12:12.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Very Beautiful Prayer'/><title type='text'>A BEAUTIFUL PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:deepskyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: deepskyblue;"&gt;Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt; your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#c29fff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(194, 159, 255);"&gt;humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt; your heart to focus on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#c29fff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(194, 159, 255);"&gt;Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt; Allow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#c29fff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(194, 159, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt; to be the only person on your mind while you read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#4181ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(65, 129, 255);"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;. If we can take the time to read long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-family: Arial;"&gt;ori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159);"&gt;, etc., we should give the same respect to this prayer. Friends, who pray together, stay together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:7;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt; color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#c29fff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(194, 159, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so tha t I can hear from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#ffbf18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 191, 24); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#ff9fcf;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 159, 207); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:deepskyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: deepskyblue; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#bfbf00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(191, 191, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1233659014_0"&gt;words of encouragement&lt;/span&gt; for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately.. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it w ith others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#ff8100;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 129, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: fuchsia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#a1009f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(161, 0, 159); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#c29fff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(194, 159, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1519487932096918179?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1519487932096918179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1519487932096918179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1519487932096918179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1519487932096918179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-prayer.html' title='A BEAUTIFUL PRAYER'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1468628312594651744</id><published>2008-12-23T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:30:02.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>"God Knows Best"</title><content type='html'>Our Father knows what's best for us, So why should we complain ... We always want the sunshine, But He knows there must be rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the sound of laughter And the merriment of cheer; But our hearts would lose their tenderness If we never shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father tests us often With suffering and with sorrow; He tests us, not to punish us, But to help us meet "tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For growing trees are strengthened When they withstand the storm; And the sharp cut of the chisel Gives the marble grace and form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never hurts us needlessly, And He never wastes our pain; For every loss He sends to us Is followed by rich gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we count the blessings That God has so freely sent; We will find no cause for murmuring And no time to lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Our Father loves His children, And to Him all things are plain; So He never sends us "pleasure" When the "soul's deep need is pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever we are troubled, And when everything goes wrong, It is just God working in us To make "our spirits strong."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1468628312594651744?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1468628312594651744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1468628312594651744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1468628312594651744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1468628312594651744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-knows-best.html' title='&quot;God Knows Best&quot;'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-8121000949596049014</id><published>2008-11-22T07:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:06:34.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>THiRTY PiECES OF SiLVER</title><content type='html'>I cringe every time I think of how Jesus was traded for 30 pieces of silver. That was all it took to hand Him over to the chief priests. Judas Iscariot gave up his love for Christ for a pouch full of money. I cringe even more when I realize that as struggling and sinful Christians, we all play Judas Iscariot. We have all “traded” Jesus for this world’s version of 30 pieces of silver.&lt;br /&gt;        Each time we fall into sin, we trade our love for Jesus for something else.&lt;br /&gt;        Harboring anger and resentment towards another person. Lying to save face.&lt;br /&gt;        Not going to Mass because of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;        Choosing money over kindness and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;        Each time we choose not to do the loving thing.&lt;br /&gt;        We all have our versions of 30 pieces of silver.&lt;br /&gt;        I pray that no amount of silver, or its many varied, deceitful versions, will keep our eyes and hearts away from the real treasure – Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-8121000949596049014?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8121000949596049014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=8121000949596049014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/8121000949596049014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/8121000949596049014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirty-pieces-of-silver.html' title='THiRTY PiECES OF SiLVER'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1834938238534751904</id><published>2008-11-20T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:21:18.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Map</title><content type='html'>It was my first day at school. I felt nervous and scared.&lt;br /&gt;I went to all my classes with no friends. It felt like no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;I listened anxiously to all the lessons and waited for lunchbreak at one. Then finally the bell rang. It was time to talk and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lunchline I met a new friend who wore a hijab on her head, and though I am Jewish, we got along fine, and I was so relieved when she said, "Sit with us, at our table." She pointed to the one next to the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I agreed, and took my tray and was about to walk with her across the floor, when suddenly I felt a nudge. "Hey, I saw you on the bus," said a tall girl in a long skirt. "I see your Jewish star necklace. You should sit with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I looked around, and that's when I noticed, to my surprise, The nations of the world, isolating themselves. That's what I saw through my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish only sat with Spanish, the Hindus only with Hindus,&lt;br /&gt;The Russians always with the Russians, and never the Arabs with the Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the reason why war gets started. Everyone sticks to their own kind. The lunchroom was a map of the world. Why was everyone so blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I turned down this girl, and went with the first, and there was no enmity. I built a bridge between two worlds when I sat with those different from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon wrote this when she was 16 and in the 11th grade. Her goal is to become a international diplomat and peace-maker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1834938238534751904?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1834938238534751904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1834938238534751904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1834938238534751904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1834938238534751904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/map.html' title='Map'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-4229555041923557073</id><published>2008-11-17T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:56:47.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:14-30&lt;br /&gt; "For it will be as when a man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted to them his property;&lt;br /&gt; to one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away.&lt;br /&gt; He who had received the five talents went at once and traded with them; and he made five talents more.&lt;br /&gt; So also, he who had the two talents made two talents more.&lt;br /&gt;But he who had received the one talent went and dug in the ground and hid his master's money.&lt;br /&gt; Now after a long time the master of those servants came and settled accounts with them.&lt;br /&gt; And he who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five talents more, saying, 'Master, you delivered to me five talents; here I have made five talents more.'&lt;br /&gt; His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a little, I will set you over much; enter into the joy of your master.'&lt;br /&gt;And he also who had the two talents came forward, saying, 'Master, you delivered to me two talents; here I have made two talents more.'&lt;br /&gt; His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a little, I will set you over much; enter into the joy of your master.'&lt;br /&gt;He also who had received the one talent came forward, saying, 'Master, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not winnow; so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.' But his master answered him, 'You wicked and slothful servant! You knew that I reap where I have not sowed, and gather where I have not winnowed?&lt;br /&gt;Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and at my coming I should have received what was my own with interest.&lt;br /&gt; So take the talent from him, and give it to him who has the ten talents.&lt;br /&gt;For to every one who has will more be given, and he will have abundance; but from him who has not, even what he has will be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;And cast the worthless servant into the outer darkness; there men will weep and gnash their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Parable of the Talent"&lt;br /&gt;We are accountable of its talent that God gives us, when he created us its perfect, complete accessories that we; human being has capable to use it. He gives us ability to use the gift. Like the parable in the Gospel, at the end we go back to our creator. The question is, How much could we bring back to Him as the interest or are we the last one mentioned in the parable who came back with the same talent because we did not use it. I am so challenge with the gospel because it encourage me more to find my core gift that God has gave me. Its is clear that everyone of us has talent, maybe its hidden or we are not sure to it. What we need now is whatever we love to do, keep it up, God gives us deferent talent so that its one of us has a unique one, so how come we grumbling, murmuring, complaining envious to each other. So find your core gift and use it for the glory of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-4229555041923557073?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4229555041923557073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=4229555041923557073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/4229555041923557073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/4229555041923557073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-7411741441059310329</id><published>2008-11-07T07:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:23:54.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Very Beautiful Prayer'/><title type='text'>This Is A Very Beautiful Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Relax your mind and humble your heart to focus on Christ. Allow God to be the only person on your mind while you read this prayer. If we can take the time to read long jokes, stories, etc., we should give the same respect to this prayer. Friends, who pray together, stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so tha t I can hear from You.&lt;br /&gt;Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.&lt;br /&gt;And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have &lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" id="lw_1226012723_0"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;words of encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately.. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it w ith others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-7411741441059310329?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7411741441059310329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=7411741441059310329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7411741441059310329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7411741441059310329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-very-beautiful-prayer.html' title='This Is A Very Beautiful Prayer'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-4077005208866313131</id><published>2008-10-31T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:36:47.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful stories'/><title type='text'>Who Packed Your Parachute?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may&lt;br /&gt;fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has&lt;br /&gt;happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Plumb, a US Naval Academy graduate, was a jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat&lt;br /&gt;missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and&lt;br /&gt;parachuted into enemy lands. He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese&lt;br /&gt;prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came&lt;br /&gt;up and said, "You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;You were shot down!" "How in the world did you know that?" asked Plumb. "I packed your&lt;br /&gt;parachute," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude. The man pumped his hand and said, "I guess it&lt;br /&gt;worked!" Plumb assured him, "It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man. Plumb says, "I kept wondering what&lt;br /&gt;he might have looked like in a Navy uniform: A white hat, a bib in the back, and bell bottom&lt;br /&gt;trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said good morning,&lt;br /&gt;how are you or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot, and he was just a sailor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent on a long wooden table in the bowels of&lt;br /&gt;the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his&lt;br /&gt;hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Plumb asks his audience, "Who's packing your parachute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. Plumb&lt;br /&gt;also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down&lt;br /&gt;over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional&lt;br /&gt;parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety. His&lt;br /&gt;experience reminds us all to prepare ourselves to weather whatever storms lie ahead. As you&lt;br /&gt;go through this week, this month, this year... recognize people who pack your parachute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-4077005208866313131?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4077005208866313131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=4077005208866313131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/4077005208866313131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/4077005208866313131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-packed-your-parachute.html' title='Who Packed Your Parachute?'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1735589100406076486</id><published>2008-10-28T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:18:08.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BRICK</title><content type='html'>A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." &lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. &lt;br /&gt;It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this line very slowly and let it sink in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1735589100406076486?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1735589100406076486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1735589100406076486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1735589100406076486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1735589100406076486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/brick.html' title='THE BRICK'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-7764096213687281658</id><published>2008-10-25T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:06:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Smile</title><content type='html'>She smiled at a sorrowful stranger...&lt;br /&gt;The smile seemed to make him feel better...&lt;br /&gt;He remembered past kindnesses of a friend&lt;br /&gt;And wrote him a thank you letter...&lt;br /&gt;The friend was so pleased with the thank you&lt;br /&gt;That he left a large tip after lunch...&lt;br /&gt;The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-7764096213687281658?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7764096213687281658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=7764096213687281658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7764096213687281658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7764096213687281658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-smile.html' title='She Smile'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-683668562995426398</id><published>2008-10-23T08:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:45:09.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Children's Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      A mother was teaching her 3-year-old the Lord's      prayer. For several evenings at bedtime she repeated it after her mother.      One night she said she was ready to solo. The mother listened with pride as      she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer. "Lead      us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some e-mail, Amen." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A woman invited some people over for dinner. At the      table she turned to her six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to      say the blessing?" The girl replied, "I wouldn't know what to say." "Just      say what you heard Mommy  say," the mother answered. The daughter bowed her      head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A 5 year old boy was sitting down to eat when his      mother asked him to pray for his meal. He replied, "Mom we don't have to. We      prayed over this last night." His mother had prepared leftovers from the day      before. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      A 4-year-old boy who was asked to return thanks      before Christmas dinner. The family members bowed their heads in      expectation. He began his prayer,  thanking God for all his friends, naming      them one by one. Then he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister,      Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God      for the food. He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad,      the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip. Then he      paused, and everyone waited--and waited. After a long silence, the young      fellow looked up at his mother and asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli,      won't he know that I'm lying?" &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A daddy was listening to his child say his prayer      "Dear Harold," At this, dad interrupted and said, "Wait a minute, "How come      you called God, Harold? The little boy looked up and said, "That's what they      call Him in church. You know the prayer we say, "Our Father, who art in      Heaven, Harold be Thy name." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    One night Mike's parents overheard this prayer.      "Now I lay me down to rest, and hope to pass tomorrow's test, if I should      die before I wake, that's one less test I have to take." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A five-year-old said grace at family dinner one      night. "Dear God, thank you  for these pancakes." When he concluded, his      parents asked him why he thanked God for pancakes when they were having      chicken. He smiled and said, "I thought I'd see if He was paying attention      tonight." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A little boy's prayer: "Dear God, please take care      of my daddy and my mommy and my sister and my brother and my doggy and me.      Oh, please take care of yourself, God. If anything happens to you, we're      gonna be in a big mess." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his      room. After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought      it over and then said a prayer. "Fine," said the pleased mother. "If you ask      God to help you not misbehave, He will help you." "Oh, I didn't ask Him to      help me not misbehave," said Johnny. I asked Him to help you put up with      me." &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if You      can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good      time like I am!" &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A little boy was saying his bedtime prayers with      his mother: "Lord, bless Mommy and Daddy, and God, GIVE ME A NEW BICYCLE!!!"      Mom: "God's not deaf, son." Boy: "I know, Mom, but Grandma's in the next      room, and she's hard of hearing! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Little Johnny was softly saying his night prayers      kneeling down, and his mother was beside him. "Say your prayers louder,      darling, I can't hear you," Said Little Johnny's mother. "But I'm not      talking to you" was the instant reply. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    One Sunday in a Midwest city a young child was      "acting up" during the  morning worship hour. The parents did their best to      maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally      the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on      his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer the little one      called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!" &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    And this particular four-year-old prayed: "And      forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our      baskets."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-683668562995426398?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/683668562995426398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=683668562995426398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/683668562995426398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/683668562995426398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/childrens-prayers_23.html' title='Children&apos;s Prayers'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1005503042497870507</id><published>2008-10-21T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:47:00.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the   moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the   moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as   if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness,   decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit   of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings   wrinkled and shriveled. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at   any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which   would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its   life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to   fly. The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for   the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the   moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from   the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth   of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our   life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we   could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets, and don't   forget the power in the struggle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1005503042497870507?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1005503042497870507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1005503042497870507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1005503042497870507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1005503042497870507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-struggles_21.html' title='Life Struggles'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-1488382123683007865</id><published>2008-10-16T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:01:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Jollibee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called "Smile."&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to Jollibee's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the cou nter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at Jollibee's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head.&lt;br /&gt;To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;b&gt;Keep this going&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-1488382123683007865?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1488382123683007865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=1488382123683007865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1488382123683007865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/1488382123683007865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakfast-at-jollibees.html' title='Breakfast at Jollibee'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-6568671787858327323</id><published>2008-10-15T08:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:09:49.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='succes'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;"Is the &lt;span id="lw_1224028852_38"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;man of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; home?", they asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We do not go into a House together," they replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;MY WISH FOR YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-6568671787858327323?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6568671787858327323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=6568671787858327323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6568671787858327323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6568671787858327323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderful-story.html' title='A Wonderful Story'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-2349966294002985815</id><published>2008-10-14T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:32:47.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 106.26%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his   employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and   live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He   would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he   could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes,   but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He   resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an   unfortunate way to end his career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect   the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter.   "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his   own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in   the home he had built none too well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting   rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points   we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the   situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we   have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day   you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the   only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more,   that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the   wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;Who could say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your   attitudes and choices in the past. Your life tomorrow will be the result of   your attitudes and the choices you make today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: windowtext; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-2349966294002985815?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2349966294002985815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=2349966294002985815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/2349966294002985815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/2349966294002985815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/builder.html' title='The Builder'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-6543481836565584335</id><published>2008-10-14T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:30:47.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goat &amp; the Goatherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Goatherd had sought to bring back a stray goat to his flock. He whistled and sounded his horn in vain; the straggler paid no attention to the summons. At last the Goatherd threw a stone, and breaking its horn, begged the Goat not to tell his master. The Goat replied, "Why, you silly fellow, the horn will speak though I be silent." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Do not attempt to hide things which cannot be hid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-6543481836565584335?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6543481836565584335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=6543481836565584335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6543481836565584335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6543481836565584335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/goat-goatherd.html' title='The Goat &amp; the Goatherd'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-988223688805394188</id><published>2008-10-11T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:33:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;There are many question inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Bible says that love is patient, kind and is not jealous&lt;br /&gt;How can I, be so patient, kind and trust Bible says that love does not brag and is not arrogant&lt;br /&gt;What happened with me? why I can't be arrogant If I listen to this Bible, I found my self guilty&lt;br /&gt;because love doesn't break God's rules,&lt;br /&gt;There was something inside that burn me to become strong&lt;br /&gt;and brave to brake some rules I realized that was my instinct&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, that's seem not wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, that's hurting me&lt;br /&gt;Love could teach me about living in God's rules &lt;/span&gt;Now I must confess that someone special came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Someone have changed my life totally&lt;br /&gt;Someone has taken my heard, without any compulsion&lt;br /&gt;Someone carved me a complete history I was so confused,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up, I found myself so lucky&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, for giving me the most beautiful love letter ever written&lt;br /&gt;Because, Love bring me anything that I never had in my whole live&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-988223688805394188?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/988223688805394188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=988223688805394188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/988223688805394188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/988223688805394188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-2559424792919097456</id><published>2008-10-09T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:27:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;An emperor was coming out of his palace for his morning walk when he met a beggar. He asked the beggar, "What do you want?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The beggar laughed and said, "You are asking me as though you can fulfill my desire!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The king was offended. He said, "Of course I can fulfill your desire. What is it? Just tell me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And the beggar said, "Think twice before you promise anything." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The beggar was no ordinary beggar, he was the emporers past life master. He had promised in that life, "I will come and try to wake you in your next life. This life you have missed but I will come again." But the king had forgotten completely -- who remembers past lives? So he insisted, "I will fulfill anything you ask. I am a very powerful emperor, what can you possibly desire that I can not give to you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The beggar said, "It is a very simple desire. You see this begging bowl? Can you fill it with something?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The emperor said, "Of course!" He called one of his viziers and told him, "Fill this mans begging bowl with money." The vizier went and got some money and poured it into the bowl, and it disappeared. And he poured more and more, and the moment he would pour it, it would disappear. And the beggging bowl remained always empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The whole palace gathered. By and by the rumor went throughout the whole capital, and a huge crowd gathered. The prestige of the emperor was at stake. He said to his viziers, "If the whole kingdom is lost, I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Diamons and pearls and emeralds, his treasuries were becoming empty.The begging bowl seemed to be bottomless. Everything that was put into it -- everything! -- immediately disappeared, went out of existence. Finally it was the evening, and the people were standing there in utter silence. The king dropped at the fet of the beggar and admitted his defeat. he said, "Just tell me one thing. You are victorious - but before you leave, just fulfill my curiousity. What is the beging bowl made of?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The beggar laughed and said, "It is made up of the human mind. There is no secret. It is simple made up of human desire." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This understanding transforms life. Go into one desire -- what is the mechanism of it? First there is a great excitement, great thrill, adventure. you feel a great kick. Somehting is going to happen, you are on the verge of it. And then you have the car, you have the yacht, you have the house, you have the woman, and suddenly all is meaningless again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What happens? Your mind has dematerialised it. The car is standing in the drive, but there is no excitement anymore. The excitement was only in getting it. You became so drunk with the desire thah you forgot your inner nothingness. Now the desire is fulfilled, the car in the drive, the woman in your bed, the money in your bank account - again excitement disappears. Again the emptiness is there, ready to eat you up. Again you have to create another desire to escape this yawning abyss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That's how one moves from one desire to another desire. That's how one remains a beggar. Your whole life proves it again and again -- every desire frustrates. And when the goal is achieved, you will need another desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The day you understand that desire as such is going to fail comes the turning point in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The other journey is inwards. move inwards, come back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-2559424792919097456?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2559424792919097456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=2559424792919097456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/2559424792919097456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/2559424792919097456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-3694792254241445534</id><published>2008-10-05T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:34:19.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lessons in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Moral:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Don't judge life by one difficult season. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-3694792254241445534?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3694792254241445534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=3694792254241445534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/3694792254241445534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/3694792254241445534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in Life'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-8705464674296643614</id><published>2008-10-03T08:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:22:11.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich And Poor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people can be. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked. "Oh Yeah" said the son. "So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With this the boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-8705464674296643614?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8705464674296643614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=8705464674296643614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/8705464674296643614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/8705464674296643614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/rich-and-poor.html' title='Rich And Poor'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-7600993471216629090</id><published>2008-10-02T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:32:18.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:20;color:olive;"  &gt;My Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);font-size:20;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; a fourth grader boy who&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; would &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;follow this route to school everyday:  He has&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; to cross the rugged&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; plains and cross the dangerous highway where&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; vehicles are recklessly&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; driving to and from.  Once passed this highway, the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; boy would take a short&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; cut by passing by the Church every morning just to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; say Hi to God, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; dialect.  He was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; to find innocence so&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; uplifting in the morning,   "Kamusta Andoy!  Papasok ka na?" "Opo padre ... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; he would flash his&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; innocent grin, the priest would be touched.  He was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so concerned that one&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; day he talked to Andoy,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through the Church and I can accompany you to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; other side of the road&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. that way I can see that you are home safe ...."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Thank you father ..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Why don't you go home ... do do you stay in this&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;church right&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; afterschool?"    "I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, God," and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; the priest would leave&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;himself, but he was&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; has to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; to his heavenly FATHER.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; "You know my math exam was pretty bad today,   but I did not cheat -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;although my seatmate is bullying me for notes ... I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ate one cracker and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; eat is this&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cracker.  Thank you for this!  I saw a poor kitten&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; who was hungry and I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know how  he feels so I gave my last cracker to him&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... funny but I am not&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that hungry ... Look, this is my last pair of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;slippers ... I may&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; have to walk barefooted next week ... you see this&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; is about to be broken. but it  is okay ... at least I am still going to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;school ... some says&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we will have  a hard season this month, some of my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;classmates have&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already stopped going to school ... please help them&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; get to school again,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; please God? ... Oh, you know, Inay had hit me again,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; it is painful, but I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; know this pain will pass away, at least I still have&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; a mother ... God, you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here... here and ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oh ... blood ... I guess you knew about this one&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;huh?  Please don't be mad&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;food in our table and my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;schooling that is why she hits us ... Oh, I think I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; am in love ... there's&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do you think she will&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; like me, I don't have to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend!  Hey your&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday is two days from now!!!  Aren't you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; excited?  I am! wait till you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; see, I have  a gift for you .... but it is a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;surprise!  I hope you will like it!  Oooops, I have&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to go ..." then he&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; talking to my friend&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... you can accompany me to the other side of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; road now"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This routine happens everyday.  Andoy never&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fails.  Father Agaton shares&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this every Sunday to the people in his church&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because he has not seen a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; look&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at negative situations.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;could not make it in the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Church, he was sent to the hospital.  The Church was left to 4 manangs who&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; not smile and would always find fault in what you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; do, they are also very&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;well versed in cursing if you irritate them!  They&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;were kneeling, saying&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color:olive;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; playfully dashed in, "Hello God!!!!! I "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;P----!!!!! (a curse) Bata ka!!!! Alam mo nang may&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nagdadasal!!!!!Alis!!!!!"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Poor Andoy was so terrified, "where's Father&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Agaton?  He is supposed to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;help me cross the street .... and to be able to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cross the street I will&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have to pass by the back door of this church ... not&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; only that, I have to&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;greet Jesus-it is His birthday, I have a gift right&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; here ...." just as he&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; manang pulled his shirt and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; threw him out of the church.  "Susmaryosep!!! (does&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; a sign of the cross&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; ka!!! So the boy had no&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; in front of the church.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He crossed.  A fast moving bus came in.  There&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was a blind curve.  The&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; was so little time.  Andoy died on the spot.  A lot&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;young boy ...Suddenly,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out of nowhere a tall man in pure white shirt and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pants, a face so mild and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; carried the boy in His&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; arms, He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; man in white, and asked,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"excuse me sir, are you related to this child?  Do&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; you know this child?"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; The man in white, His face mourning and in agony,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lifted up and answered,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; "He was my bestfriend ... " was all he said.  He&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; took the badly wrapped&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gift in the bloody  chest of the lifeless boy, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; placed it near His&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heart.  He stood up and carried the boy away and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; they both disappeared in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; sight. The crowd&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was curious ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style="color:olive;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Father Agaton learned of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shocking news.  He&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;visited the house, and wanted to verify about the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;man in white.  He&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;consulted the parents of Andoy. "How did you know&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that your son&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;died?"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    "A man in white brought him here." sobbed the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mother.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What did he say?"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The father answered, "He did not say anything.  He was mourning. We do&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not know him and yet he was very lonely at our son's&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; death, as if he knew&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;our son very well.  But there was something peaceful&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;unexplainable about him.  He gave me my son, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;n he smiled peacefully.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He rubbed my son's hair away from his face and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; kissed him on his forehead,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; then he whispered something ..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What did he say?" "He said to my boy ..." the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; father began, "Thank you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; for the gift ... I will see you soon ... you will be&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; with me ..." and the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; father of the boy continued, "and you know for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; while, it felt so&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; wonderful... I cried, but I do not know why .... all&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I know is I cried in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; tears of joy ... I could not explain it father, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when that man left,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; of love inside...  I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is in heaven now ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but ... tell me father, who is this man that my son&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;talks  to everyday  in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; your church, you should know because you are always&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; there... except on the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;time of his death ..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; his eyes, with&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; trembling knees, he murmurred," ... He was talking&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; to no one .... but ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;GOD...."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-7600993471216629090?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7600993471216629090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=7600993471216629090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7600993471216629090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/7600993471216629090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3216786128299288555.post-6734006649043297123</id><published>2008-10-01T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:27:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOLC7IYNbJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HHJTpT87oZQ/s1600-h/Dali+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOLC7IYNbJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HHJTpT87oZQ/s200/Dali+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251974436584516754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;THE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war. He called his parents from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift! Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3216786128299288555-6734006649043297123?l=keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6734006649043297123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3216786128299288555&amp;postID=6734006649043297123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6734006649043297123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3216786128299288555/posts/default/6734006649043297123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthatlittlefaith.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>raul j.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08877785122384996065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOMaf0GNIhI/AAAAAAAAABg/pu1nzQHgFvk/S220/7small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HjPKD1Br1qM/SOLC7IYNbJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HHJTpT87oZQ/s72-c/Dali+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
