Pope John Paul the Great: Father, Prophet, and Teacher

Folks, today, on this Sunday of the Divine Mercy, we celebrate the Beatification of our late Holy Father, Pope John Paul II, happily remembered as "the Great" by those of us who consider ourselves his spiritual children.

Pope John Paul the Great left an indelible mark in the souls and consciences of those of us who reached faith-maturity during his leadership. Like Christ, his Teacher, John Paul lived his life doing good. In his principal teaching, Be not afraid, the Pope evoked his Teacher, whom he followed in thought, word, and deed and particularly, in the way of pain and suffering.

Be not afraid was both a challenge and an inspiration to which a whole generation has responded generously. Like the Nazarene, the man from Poland broke chains of the mind and of the spirit. He understood, after having experienced in his own flesh and that of his people the worst tyrannies of the 20th century, that faith, hope, and love are the most powerful weapons against the evil instigated by those who deny God and the unique dignity of every human being.

Pope John Paul the Great was not a man of a shy and weak faith. Many seem to think that the rites of religion are merely to mark transitions and passages, like births or deaths, or that religion is meant to be a kind psychotherapeutic instrument meant to make people "feel good" without imposing any undue demands of moral excellences or "unnecessary" burdens of conscience upon anyone. He ignored those who even dared to quote Holy Scripture against him in order to silence him, and those who demanded that he say what they wanted him to say, he set aside too. Pope John Paul, like the Nazarene 2000 years before, had none of that.

The Polish Pope liked to proclaim the mercy of God. That was another of his great themes. God is Love, God is Mercy, and God loves everyone unconditionally. But he emphasized that God's Love must not be received indifferently. No, the God who is Love challenges us to respond to his love generously to Him, and to neighbor. God's Love, once one experiences it like John Paul experienced it in Christ, impels us to better ourselves, to let the "Old Man" die, to be born again, experiencing joy even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Like Jesus Christ, John Paul is a sign of contradiction. He appears defeated by the hands of a world that sees itself as free, enlightened and "grown up," a world that considers total personal autonomy its holy grail. John Paul appears defeated by the forces of exploitation and misogyny, disguised as they go under the cloak of "liberation." Like Christ, John Paul seems antiquated and ridiculous. Yet, this same world implodes, even as it waves its flag of "independence." We see the consequences of this implosion everywhere: in the expansion of the culture of death, violence, disrespect, and banality that pollutes our environment, the halls of government, the media, the political parties, our homes, and even, at times, the Church.

To be a sign of contradiction is a lonely profession. I can relate to it, albeit in a very limited, imperfect manner. It's a solitary road because most people find the message of Christ a disquieting one, even radical. They think his message should be domesticated, emasculated, rendered easy and without challenges. They want to turn his message into a series of edgeless platitudes, one that does away with our responsibility for our actions. Challenged by Christ's message, the world grows uneasy, finds it impossible to reason or consider arguments and then attacks the messengers because they hate it.

Our Lord Jesus Christ was crucified, and they almost killed Pope John Paul, but the Christ who once rose from the dead will one day raise John Paul and hopefully, with the help of his grace and infinite mercy, will one day raise me too. John Paul, in his own flesh, will see God, and I will too, God willing.

Pope John Paul the Great is my spiritual father and the spiritual father of a multitude who are now carrying his flag and fighting his battle, facing evil and practicing good as best we can. He is the inspiration of an entire generation that, fearless, continues witnessing before a Neo-Pagan world the Good News that only in Christ will everyone find ultimate salvation, healing, and dignity.

The voice of the prophet John Paul is no longer with us, yet his message survives. He lives in Christ, and before him he continues to intercede for his Church and for the world, while awaiting the final victory of good over evil, knowing fully that death will not have the last word in the human drama.

We are no longer afraid. I am no longer afraid. We are neither alone nor abandoned. On this Monday of the Passion of Our Lord we dare to say Holy Father John Paul the Great, pray for us!, as we await in joyful hope the glorious manifestation of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen. Come Lord Jesus!

On how the Lord taught me while I slept

Brethren, a few months back I had a dream and I’ve been mulling it ever since. I dreamt that I was in a room. The room was white and small and in the back I could see two “Greek” columns of indiscernible design. The room is illuminated by candlelight and otherwise dark; a lampstand rests on a reading desk over which lies a huge open Book, and I mean huge, of the kind that can only be carried by two or more people. The candlestick is on the stand by the Book. Behind the Book, standing is the Lord, and He is finishing a sentence, concluding a lecture actually. He laces the fingers of His hands as he drives the point home, reflectively. He said, “…and this is why…is to be understood thusly” or words to that effect. In my dream I felt joy at understanding something that long had escaped me! I praised the Lord, I woke up…and I don’t recall what He said.

I do understand that the Book is the sum-total of Revelation, the Bible, Tradition as well as the Mind of the Church in her various expressions. I understand that the Book’s ultimate author is the Holy Spirit. I understand the setting as being my innermost intellect and mind, set in a classical setting. But the particular facts He taught me still elude me.

I think that my understanding was all “compressed” during the dream, and that my newly acquired understanding will manifest itself slowly, as I read and write and ponder the Lord’s things with my conscious mind. In other words, the conscious apprehension of the Lord’s “lessons” continue to be “a work in progress” and the new understandings will manifest themselves as I go on living.

I believe there’s a verse of Scripture that addresses this phenomenon, but I can’t find it. In it, the holy writer states that the Lord teaches him his law and his commandments while lying down or asleep. Find it for me please and, praised be Jesus who has found me worthy, a miserable sinner, to teach me in this way.

California Here We Come

Image borrowed from the Internet.

On the road again
I can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again


Stay tuned as I may add more pics from the road trip.

33 dogs

For more than a week, the Capt and I have been reporting for duty at the boatyard every morning, working on the Paint Job of the Decade. Originally our sailboat "Bliss" was hauled out for a bottom job, something that's routinely done every year or two, but then the Capt began experimenting with gelcoat, and before he knew it, he had painted the outside hull. So I began campaigning to have the topside done too. This is an old boat (1973), probably has never been repainted and is long overdue. We had always assumed it would cost us thousands of dollars, but it looks like if we are willing to do the work ourselves (who am I kidding, the Capt is doing the real work!) we can afford it. I can't wait to see her all finished.

But meanwhile, discouraging events were taking place at the Canine Refuge where I have been involved as a supporter and volunteer for the past five months. The snowbird support group has dissolved, as we knew it must when everybody headed back to the States and Canada for the summer. Nothing has developed to take its place. Staff has quit and one stalwart Mexican woman has taken up the slack, basically working a 24/7 schedule, caring for 29 rescue dogs, plus for the past two days there were four boarders. 

This morning I mucked out kennels with Juanita, and then walked three of the older dogs as best I could. (The one male, Feliz, is so strong I could only trot along behind him and try to keep up.) In just a week the littlest puppies are now on their feet and exploring, beginning to play, almost ready to be weaned. Their mother, Mama Lola, is so sick of them she tore up a corner of her kennel one day to escape. Now a new litter that came from a local orphanage, (appropriate since their mom apparently died),  is in the quarantine kennel. They range from a very rubust alpha male to two tiny black runts whose bones stick out.


These little sisters were scooped up from the path of an irrigation truck at an orange orchard near San Jose, and brought to the San Carlos Canine Refuge. They're about two months old, and have been given all their vaccinations and treatments, though they're still too young for neutering. They're both friendly and love attention. They look like they might have a bit of Boxer in their background.

My favorite, Sally, who had the broken leg, is now bouncing around as though she had springs in her feet. I've noticed at least three males have been cutting her out of her pack and chasing her around, and I'm wondering if she could actually be going into her first heat. Time for a visit to the vet, I think.

The good news is that sometimes the Internet helps in our efforts to find homes for these dogs. Sol, the little tick fever survivor that I wrote about on this blog, my Facebook page, the Refuge Facebook page and the local forum, has been whisked off to a new home in Colorado.

So, sometimes there's progress.

“…if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.”


12 But if it is preached that Christ has been raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? 13 If there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. 14 And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith. 15 More than that, we are then found to be false witnesses about God, for we have testified about God that he raised Christ from the dead. But he did not raise him if in fact the dead are not raised. 16 For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised either. 17 And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins. 18 Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost. 19 If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied. 

(1 Corinthians 15: 12-19, NIV)

I think we should do well to meditate carefully on those words from St. Paul, specially this Easter week. The resurrection of Christ stands as the promise of our own resurrection. Let us pray and live in such a way that our resurrection be one for eternal life, where we will reign with Him forever and ever.

DESTINY

Destiny -- The hidden power believed to control what will happen in the future; fate.

Oh wow, the anticipation for the next road trip which is coming up this Friday is just too much. I told her not to send me back to Phoenix without hope and what did she do? Yep that was exactly what she did only to lure me back this fast. Well, I like that.

Well those of you that have been following my blog may be asking yourselves "What in the heck is he talking about?" The answer is simple L O V E is back in my life and I intend to embrace and welcome it with all my heart, my body, and my soul, as it is being sent to me from a higher place than this earth.

Just three weeks ago we had our first official date, followed by a second one the next day and a third the following day. Today both families are planning a wedding, choosing dresses, music, etc. Who in the heck are these people?

Aracely I was told to keep in contact with you, it looks like there is a bridal shower coming up, we need to hurry before she gets cold feet. We are doing our best to kick her out of the house and have her move to Arizona. Que dices?


Craziness yes, but it's all good and wonderful. Why so much commotion? Well that's because this could have happened over 30 years ago but instead God had a different plan for us. He gave us each a canvas to paint our lives on and now that our master pieces are done He has once again placed us in front of each other. I for one do not intend to ignore such a sign.

I've had such a wonderful life so far. I had the most wonderful marriage, have the most awesome kids a dad could ever ask for, 10 + 3 fantastic grand kids that light up my life, a dad and mi chica whom probably still watch over us from heaven, and a mom here that still spoils me like a baby, the support of a loving family that continues to support my decisions what ever those may be. What else can a man that apparently has everything ask for? -- Exactly!

So, as life goes on and as I continue to grow in my faith and beliefs in God I will take this one day at a time and just be the best I can be in order to keep moving forward in this my crazy yet wonderful or should I just say my wonderfully crazy life.

I am specially excited because my youger daughter along with Ducky and Laila are coming with me and that means the world to me. So now you tell me, I am right or not to be so excited about the next road trip. Yes the distance gap between us is great but trust me I will cut severely very, very, soon. Oh yes I will.

Peace!

O, Say Can You See...

"We are all born for love...It is the principle of existence, and its only end."
–Benjamin Disraeli

Last year Sue, my friend in Oregon sent me a link to a webcam overlooking an urban nest of redtail hawks, which I revisited frequently as the nestlings hatched, grew and eventually, with some false starts, flew out into the world.

This year Sue has outdone herself, sharing a link to another webcam overlooking a family of bald eagles. The mother, in all her federal glory, presides over a vast nest that needs only some red, white and blue bunting. There are two fuzzy gray babies. You can just make them out, next to Mama's beak.

The eagle family appears on the the Washington State Dept. of Fish & Wildlife website.


Last year's webcam at KGW.com became active again March 28, when a pair of hawks built their nest on the fire escape of an office building in downtown Portland, apparently a favorite nesting spot. When the eggs finally hatched, revealing two cuddly white featherballs, the father showed up with a flowering weed in his beak. "Honey, you did great! I brought you some flowers."  The hatchlings' first breakfast: a yummy rat.

It's early to be thinking about Mother's Day, but when I watch these mother birds sitting on their nests and carrying back morsel after morsel of food, or a dog at the Refuge nursing her puppies, I think about how much love it takes to do such boring, tiresome work day after day, only to watch the results fly away with nary a "Thanks, Mom."


“Christ is risen! And you, o death, are annihilated!”


St. John Chrysostom’s Paschal Homily

If any be a devout lover of God,
let him partake with gladness from this fair and radiant feast.
If any be a faithful servant,
let him enter rejoicing into the joy of his Lord.
If any have wearied himself with fasting,
let him now enjoy his reward.
If any have laboured from the first hour,
let him receive today his rightful due.
If any have come after the third,
let him celebrate the feast with thankfulness.
If any have come after the sixth,
let him not be in doubt, for he will suffer no loss.
If any have delayed until the ninth,
let him not hesitate but draw near.
If any have arrived only at the eleventh,
let him not be afraid because he comes so late.

For the Master is generous and accepts the last even as the first.
He gives rest to him who comes at the eleventh hour
in the same was as him who has laboured from the first.
He accepts the deed, and commends the intention.

Enter then, all of you, into the joy of our Lord.
First and last, receive alike your reward.
Rich and poor, dance together.
You who fasted and you who have not fasted, rejoice together.
The table is fully laden: let all enjoy it.
The calf is fatted: let none go away hungry.

Let none lament his poverty;
for the universal Kingdom is revealed.
Let none bewail his transgressions;
for the light of forgiveness has risen from the tomb.
Let none fear death;
for death of the Savour has set us free.

He has destroyed death by undergoing death.
He has despoiled hell by descending into hell.
Hell was filled with bitterness when it met Thee face to face below;
filled with bitterness, for it was brought to nothing;
filled with bitterness, for it was mocked;
filled with bitterness, for it was overthrown;
filled with bitterness, for it was put in chains .
Hell received a body, and encountered God. It received earth, and confronted heaven.
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?

Christ is risen! And you, o death, are annihilated!
Christ is risen! And the evil ones are cast down!
Christ is risen! And the angels rejoice!
Christ is risen! And life is liberated!
Christ is risen! And the tomb is emptied of its dead;
for Christ having risen from the dead,
is become the first-fruits of those who have fallen asleep.

To Him be Glory and Power, now and forever, and from all ages to all ages.
Amen!

Mount Athos Featured in CBS' 60 Minutes

Christ is Risen! Indeed He is Risen!


Brethren, I wanted to bring your attention to this excellent report on Mount Athos, the Orthodox monastic republic in Greece, and the premiere Orthodox monastic site in the world. You may play it above or go here to enjoy this awesome report, the first camera crew allowed on the site since 1982.

- Mount Athos on CBS' 60 Minutes.

Pascha Sunday of the Resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ, AD 2011

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Easter Proclamation

Rejoice, heavenly powers! Sing, choirs of angels!
Exult, all creation around God's throne!
Jesus Christ, our King is risen!
Sound the trumpet of salvation!

Rejoice, O earth, in shining splendor,
radiant in the brightness of your King!
Christ has conquered! Glory fills you!
Darkness vanishes forever!

Rejoice, O Mother Church! Exult in glory!
The risen Savior shines upon you!
Let this place resound with joy,
echoing the mighty song of all God's people!

The Lord be with you.
And also with you.
Lift up your hearts.
We lift them up to the Lord.
Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
It is right to give him thanks and praise.

It is truly right
that with full hearts and minds and voices
we should praise the unseen God,
the all-powerful Father,
and his only Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.

For Christ has ransomed us with his blood,
and paid for us the price of Adam's sin
to our eternal Father!

This is our passover feast,
when Christ, the true Lamb, is slain,
whose blood consecrates the homes of all believers.

This is the night when first you saved our fathers:
you free the people of Israel from their slavery
and led them dry-shod through the sea.

This is the night when Christians everywhere,
washed clean of sin
and freed from all defilement,
are restored to grace and grow together in holiness.

This is the night when Jesus Christ
broke the chains of death
and rose triumphant from the grave.

What good would life have been to us,
had Christ not come as our Redeemer?

What good would life have been to us,
had Christ not come as our Redeemer?

Father, how wonderful your care for us!
How boundless your merciful love!
To ransom a slave
you gave away your Son.

O happy fault, O necessary sin of Adam,
which gained for us so great a Redeemer!

Most blessed of all nights, chosen by God
to see Christ rising from the dead!

Of this night scripture says:
"The night will be as clear as day;
it will become my light, my joy."

The power of this holy night
dispels all evil, washes guilt away,
restores lost innocence, brings mourners joy;
it casts out hatred, brings us peace,
and humbles earthly pride.

Night truly blessed when heaven is wedded to earth
and we are reconciled with God!

Therefore, heavenly Father, in the joy of this night,
receive our evening sacrifice of praise,
your Church's solemn offering.

Accept this Easter candle,
a flame divided but undimmed,
a pillar of fire that glows to the honor of God.

Let it mingle with the lights of heaven
and continue bravely burning
to dispel the darkness of this night!

May the morning Star which never sets
find this flame still burning:
Christ, that Morning Star, who came back from the dead,
and shed his peaceful light on us all,
your Son who lives and reigns for ever and ever.
Amen.

Christ is Risen! Indeed He is Risen!

Death shall not have the last word.

Noche de Bohemia


"El concepto Bohemio es la coexistencia, es socializar con amigos en una atmosfera de camaraderia, donde la musica, canciones, poemas, anesdotas, y toda la espointaniedad es el el evento principal."
"En la Bohemia todos los invitados pueden participar y cantar como coro, recitando y o tocando un intrumento musical. Y si no se es necesario tocar o cantar con virtuosidad porque para ser Bohemio simplemente se necesita estar enamorado, excitado, apacionado, y o sumamente herido."


Bueno es un echo que en la Bohemia dodos somos una familia con un solo fin y que es pasar una velada maravillosa cada vez que estemos reunidos. Es bonito ver como tantas diferentes nacionalidades unidas formamos una sola familia con un solo fin, convivir y propagar la union sin descriminacion de ningun tipo.

Podria escribir y escribir sobre los multiples pros del porque si alguno de ustedes que lean esto y no an tenido la oportunidad participar deverian de simplemente asistir presentarse y pasar una velada muy amena donde el talento principal pienso you es el de saber disfrutar el canto y los poemas ahi regalados a nosotros.

Y para darles un pequeno ejemplo de el talento ahi derramado simplemente escuche y vea los siguientes videos, le garantizo que les van a gustar.




Berta Sanchez deleitandonos con unas buenas caniones rancheras.



Pioquinto Rojas y Guillermo Saenz ambos celebrando sus cumpleanos e imrovisando un dueto a peticion de PoeMary.


Pioquinto Rojas.



Mariaatt Salgado es una fantastica poetisa.

Holy Saturday of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, AD 2011


The only possible attitude is a reverent silence…

Friday Tidbits



Oh what an awesome morning ride, I wish traffic was like this every day. I am amazed at how many people are observing a religious holiday. I hope this is a sign of people coming together in faith and not just a chance to have another day off.

So, for the first time this year I took the bike out from the garage and got on it without wearing a jacket, I just threw on a sweatshirt and that pretty much was enough. Hard for me to phantom the fact that my friend Tara in Michigan was willing to send me some snow just last Tuesday. Here we are wearing shorts and sandals there they are still shoveling snow.

We attended Holy Thursday mass, it was beautiful from beginning to end, and oh man what an homily, it was a good thing I was microphone free because I kept choking up. The mixture of members from four or five different choirs was awesome and it sounded as if everyone was inspired, well except me whom kept choking at the words. Tonight we sing again and the again tomorrow.

As our weather is getting hot the going home motorcycle ride may not be as enjoyable as the morning one, one thing is for sure no matter what I know I will enjoy it because I love riding, period.

Well enjoy the rest of holy week and have a blessed and fun Easter Sunday.

Good Friday of the Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, AD 2011



From today's Office of Readings.

From the Catecheses by Saint John Chrysostom, bishop

The power of Christ's blood

If we wish to understand the power of Christ’s blood, we should go back to the ancient account of its prefiguration in Egypt. “Sacrifice a lamb without blemish”, commanded Moses, “and sprinkle its blood on your doors”. If we were to ask him what he meant, and how the blood of an irrational beast could possibly save men endowed with reason, his answer would be that the saving power lies not in the blood itself, but in the fact that it is a sign of the Lord’s blood. In those days, when the destroying angel saw the blood on the doors he did not dare to enter, so how much less will the devil approach now when he sees, not that figurative blood on the doors, but the true blood on the lips of believers, the doors of the temple of Christ.

If you desire further proof of the power of this blood, remember where it came from, how it ran down from the cross, flowing from the Master’s side. The gospel records that when Christ was dead, but still hung on the cross, a soldier came and pierced his side with a lance and immediately there poured out water and blood. Now the water was a symbol of baptism and the blood, of the Holy Eucharist. The soldier pierced the Lord’s side, he breached the wall of the sacred temple, and I have found the treasure and made it my own. So also with the lamb: the Jews sacrificed the victim and I have been saved by it.

“There flowed from his side water and blood”. Beloved, do not pass over this mystery without thought; it has yet another hidden meaning, which I will explain to you. I said that water and blood symbolised baptism and the Holy Eucharist. From these two sacraments the Church is born: from baptism, “the cleansing water that gives rebirth and renewal through the Holy Spirit”, and from the Holy Eucharist. Since the symbols of baptism and the Eucharist flowed from his side, it was from his side that Christ fashioned the Church, as he had fashioned Eve from the side of Adam Moses gives a hint of this when he tells the story of the first man and makes him exclaim: “Bone from my bones and flesh from my flesh!” As God then took a rib from Adam’s side to fashion a woman, so Christ has given us blood and water from his side to fashion the Church. God took the rib when Adam was in a deep sleep, and in the same way Christ gave us the blood and the water after his own death.

Do you understand, then, how Christ has united his bride to himself and what food he gives us all to eat? By one and the same food we are both brought into being and nourished. As a woman nourishes her child with her own blood and milk, so does Christ unceasingly nourish with his own blood those to whom he himself has given life.

- Reading courtesy of Universalis.com

A Golden opportunity

Brandy is a big, sweet-natured Golden Retriever with a problem: his mistress, 92, is going into hospice and he is going to be homeless. Relatives of the owner are thinking of having him euthanized simply because none of them want him, and we want to do all we can to save him if possible.

He's 11 years old, but in very good health--no evidence of hip dysplasia--and has a sweet, playful and affectionate nature. Currently he has a yard to stay in, but his situation is not long-term and very soon he'll need a new home. He's had his summer haircut and grooming, has been well cared for, and he's happy indoors or outdoors. He has been with a doggy companion, but would be fine as an only dog as well.

For more information,  email kleonard01@cox.net. Brandy is not at the San Carlos Canine Refuge, which is full to capacity right now, so a couple of Refuge supporters are attempting to help him on our own.

Holy Thursday of the Passion of Our Lord - AD 2011


Second Reading from Today's Office of Readings
From an Easter homily by Saint Melito of Sardis, bishop


The Lamb that was slain has delivered us from death and given us life
There was much proclaimed by the prophets about the mystery of the Passover: that mystery is Christ, and to him be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

For the sake of suffering humanity he came down from heaven to earth, clothed himself in that humanity in the Virgin’s womb, and was born a man. Having then a body capable of suffering, he took the pain of fallen man upon himself; he triumphed over the diseases of soul and body that were its cause, and by his Spirit, which was incapable of dying, he dealt man’s destroyer, death, a fatal blow.

He was led forth like a lamb; he was slaughtered like a sheep. He ransomed us from our servitude to the world, as he had ransomed Israel from the hand of Egypt; he freed us from our slavery to the devil, as he had freed Israel from the hand of Pharaoh. He sealed our souls with his own Spirit, and the members of our body with his own blood.

He is the One who covered death with shame and cast the devil into mourning, as Moses cast Pharaoh into mourning. He is the One who smote sin and robbed iniquity of offspring, as Moses robbed the Egyptians of their offspring. He is the One who brought us out of slavery into freedom, out of darkness into light, out of death into life, out of tyranny into an eternal kingdom; who made us a new priesthood, a people chosen to be his own for ever. He is the Passover that is our salvation.

It is he who endured every kind of suffering in all those who foreshadowed him. In Abel he was slain, in Isaac bound, in Jacob exiled, in Joseph sold, in Moses exposed to die. He was sacrificed in the Passover lamb, persecuted in David, dishonoured in the prophets.

It is he who was made man of the Virgin, he who was hung on the tree; it is he who was buried in the earth, raised from the dead, and taken up to the heights of heaven. He is the mute lamb, the slain lamb, the lamb born of Mary, the fair ewe. He was seized from the flock, dragged off to be slaughtered, sacrificed in the evening, and buried at night. On the tree no bone of his was broken; in the earth his body knew no decay He is the One who rose from the dead, and who raised man from the depths of the tomb.

Source: Universalis.com

In Loving Memory Of:

Fred Tims.




I was thinking what to say
About this man that I knew
Didn't think my mind would have
Memories of him but do.
I know at first he wasn't happy
His little beauty found her beast
But over time and little by little
He got to know him like I did
And so before he even knew it
But not in the blink of an eye
He got used to this idea
That this merger was alright
No we didn't look that foreign
I think we actually looked alright
And in our family gatherings
We came to peace and did it right
I pity the poor little angel
That dare ask him how it was
As I am sure his explanation
Will last more than he can stand
Yes he talked and talked with gusto
And he always knew what was up
On second thought I hope that angel
Is not one I know about
Cause she will kick him back from heaven
To the end of the pearly gate's line
To me he was the other grandpa
Cause I said I was "The One"
But I liked sharing the spotlight
When the grand kids were around.
In the end he learned to like us
And we learned to like him back
So rest in peace dear Fred the grandpa
husband, uncle, friend and dad.

jmelo


Dear Fred,

It's safe to say we became one family with a common bond, now I hope you and mi chica check on us and keep up safe from up there were you are.

Sincerely,

Your friend, Jose
a.k.a Joe Cool :-)

Sol, the survivor

Sol is another rescued pup waiting for a home at San Carlos Canine Refuge.

When I first saw Sol, our groomer Karlee was using a device that looked like a plastic spoon with a "V" cut into the bowl, to remove what looked like hundreds of ticks from his hide. He lay placidly on the grooming table, staring into space. Someone had found him on a beach and brought him to us. Turns out he had a raging case of tick fever, and more than once in the ensuing weeks we thought we'd lost him.

Sol's all better now, except for a limp in one hind leg that started when he went out for a walk. Every time I visit him, he immediately rolls onto his back, stretches out and invites me to give him a good rub. His fur is long and silky rather than wooly, his tail feathery, and his face shows some shepherd characteristics, though he's not very big at six months old. A couple of days ago Ian, a 13-year-old who lives nearby,  came in and took a shine to Sol, and I was so happy to see that particular dog get some special attention. But Ian can't take Sol home, and will have to settle for walking him around the neighborhood.

We're thinking Sol would be happiest in a home with a fenced yard where he can play (but then, what dog wouldn't?) He's amiable and docile with all other dogs, with adults and children, and when barkfests start up he's never the instigator.

I used to always prefer the smaller breeds, the kind you can scoop up and hold in your lap. But Sol is one of the rescue dogs who has changed my attitude. With the right training and attention he could be a terrific best friend.

Triduum

Author: Fr. Frank Pavone | Source: Priests for Life

"Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up."

We are quickly approaching the Church's observance of the days of which our Lord spoke -- the days of His betrayal, crucifixion, and resurrection. This sacred three-day period, the Triduum, is the kernel of the entire liturgical year. It begins on the evening of Holy Thursday and concludes on the evening of Easter Sunday. It is packed and overflowing with ancient symbolism and themes for profound meditation, not the least of which is the infinite dignity of human life.

The Triduum happened, after all, because of human life. God loves human beings, and the crucifixion and resurrection of God-in-the-flesh ushers human beings into eternal life. The "gates of heaven" are not made of silver or gold, but rather of human flesh and bones. Jesus brings to heaven the very same nature that all of us, born and unborn, share. The events of the Triduum are very physical: His Body given at the table, nailed to the cross, laid in the tomb, risen from the dead. These days give meaning to the human body. We are not free to neglect the body: we must feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, tend to the sick, and protect the unborn from the abortionists' forceps.

On Holy Thursday, Mass is not permitted without a congregation. It is the day on which the Lord gave the commandment of brotherly love, and gave us the Eucharist, which establishes communion among brothers and sisters. The washing of the feet reveals the meaning of the Eucharist and the cross: He laid down his life for us; so we must lay down our lives for one another. The Triduum teaches us, then, that it is our business when someone is unemployed, or discriminated against, or about to have an abortion. It is our business, because the business of a Christian is love.

No Mass is permitted on Good Friday, or during the day on Holy Saturday. The tabernacle is empty. The Church experiences the strange silence and emptiness of the first Good Friday. The Lord has been taken away. To love one another, we must be able to enter the other's emptiness. How deep, indeed, is the loneliness of the empty womb for those who have experienced abortion. It is a haunting emptiness, enduring through life, and crying out for our compassionate care.

Good Friday is also the day that the Lord gave us the greatest example of forgiveness. And He was a victim of capital punishment. It is a day to renew our determination to work for alternatives to the death penalty and alternatives to war.

The Day of Days is Easter. The Easter Vigil cannot begin before dark, because the Church wants to dramatize the fact that darkness (symbolizing sin and death) is conquered by light (symbolizing the Risen Christ). "Christ our Light!" the deacon proclaims. "Thanks be to God!" the people respond. Thanks, indeed, because the victory belongs to Life! Don't let anything take that Easter joy from you!

True Fasting

Brethren, the following Bible verses from the Prophet Isaiah  (Isaiah 58: 1-8) moved me. I think they apply to some of us during Lent, particularly to those who fast for obligation or to show off. Observe how close the “true fasting” tracks with the corporal works of mercy.  Read it and heed it:

1 “Shout it aloud, do not hold back.
   Raise your voice like a trumpet.
Declare to my people their rebellion
   and to the descendants of Jacob their sins.
2 For day after day they seek me out;
   they seem eager to know my ways,
as if they were a nation that does what is right
   and has not forsaken the commands of its God.
They ask me for just decisions
   and seem eager for God to come near them.
3 ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say,
   ‘and you have not seen it?
Why have we humbled ourselves,
   and you have not noticed?’

   “Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please
   and exploit all your workers.
4 Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,
   and in striking each other with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today
   and expect your voice to be heard on high.
5 Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
   only a day for people to humble themselves?
Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reed
   and for lying in sackcloth and ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
   a day acceptable to the LORD?

6 “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
   and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
   and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
   and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
   and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
   and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness[a] will go before you,
   and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.

Sweet Sally's ready for a home



This puppy was given to the San Carlos Canine Refuge by a fellow who showed up with her at a beach party last month. She was covered in fleas, and shivering in fear and pain, with a broken hind leg. Apparently someone kicked her hard or hit her with a stick. Most of her brief life has been painful and uncomfortable, but that's all behind her now.


She was named after Sally, a Refuge volunteer who paid her vet bill. Her leg has mended and the hair is growing back, she's been treated and vaccinated, and she's turning out to be a mild-mannered, quiet and friendly little dog. I'm hoping to spend some time with her this week, getting her used to walking on a leash.


To help Sally find a home, or to learn more about the Refuge, please visit their website.


A Mi Pequena Princesita



En un mundo de princesas
Lleno de sus fantasias
Se empiesa a escribir la historia
De un primer ano de vida

Princesita adorada
Munequita infantil
Tu sonrisita tan mimada
Que me hace derretir

Tienes toda la pureza
Para vivir una vida
Una vida de iluciones
Y futuras fantasias

Te quiero eso es muy sierto
Y tu me haces muy feliz
Pues tu eres la nueve de diez
Diez que me hacen vivir.

jmelo

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATALIE!


Atalie's first birthday party was very intimate and lots of fun. Not to mention the food was mucho bueno and the salsas well the best if I may say so myself, that's right I made them with some of Liz' and Brianna's help. I think these people are trying to steal my recipes. (Note to self, do not disclose full list of ingredients to these very random helpers). lol Not to be outdone, Nikki hooked us up with a guacamole that was da bomb. (Who the heck is teaching me to write like this?) Darn you facebookers.

These two were very interested in my helping me. Fair warning girls my salsas are totally copyrighted.

Michelle cooked the perfect trio of meats. Pork, beef, and chicken and we were all treated to a genuine taquiza, um que rico! Not to feel left out I cooked these very delicious or as my nephew Oscar put it scrumptious frijoliitos puercos, a recipe that mi chica must have sent me via e-angel or something cause this is only the second time I cook them and darn they were tasty.

Loyiel showing us how it's done.


Her comadre came out with a candy bar that I believe was a hit with every kid in attendance as they kept sneaking in to grab hand fulls of it. Boy am I glad I left before the sugar high hit them. Actually they were burning all the energy outside in the brinca, brinca a.k.a. the bouncy thingy for kids.




















I believe hers was the umphtieth birthday this month and there are still more to come as next week it's Anthony's turn.

But I wanted to be a grandpa right?





Fabulous Fords Forever 2011


Conversation with my mom:

Me: Ma, I am goning to California once a month you want to come with so you can pay for half the gas?
Mom: *Rolls her eyes and smiles*.
Being that I am her predilect son I take that as a yes. lol


And so as if it wasn't enough when Sunday rolled in it was carshow time early in the morning. I picked up my date and headed back to Knott's Berry Farm (Yes Susie, I said Knott's Berry Farm) where we needed to be before 10:00 or we would not be able to show the car. We got there with half an hour to spare so we got directed to our spot where a last minute car cleaning session was performed and then it was off to explore and enjoy the show.

I am seriously suggesting a name change for that show from Fabulous Fords Forever to Fabulous Mustangs Forever. The Mustang outnumbers all he other models combined and basically represent about an 75 to 80 per cent of the cars there.

But seriously there is a little bit of everything there as you can see from the following images:



OK, there are definitely still too many non Mustangs.






















Lunch time came around and we attempted to go and dine at the Knott's Berry Farm restaurant that supposedly is very good but after half our in the line and moving only about an inch indicated that we would probably go hungry while waiting so the next best choice was across the street at TGI Firday's. Food wasn't that good but really do you think I cared? Right? :-)

We walked some more, took some pictures, enjoyed some more cars, rested by the car, it was too hot so walk some more, breeze was absolutely nice, and then it was almost time to go home.








As I mentioned before in Facebook, no fair the weekend went by so fast. But as most good things come to an end so did the show. Not so the date, it lasted a few more hours. A movie and some awesome company pretty much marked the end of the weekend. Once back at my sister's house it only took me about a minute after I crashed on the couch and was fast asleep not to wake up until the next day.

Thanks to Chely whom always makes sure my visits to Cali are filled with fun stuff to do. Just makes me start thinking and planning the next time I will be going back.