Every morning, when I look at myself in the mirror, this is what I see. Not my tousled hair, not the morning star at the corner of my eyes, not the blemishes on my skin. But this reminder what Life … Continue reading
This is the content of the e-mail about a Christmas song: A beautiful story, read, watch and enjoy.
While at the mall a couple of years ago, my then four year old nephew, Spencer, saw kids lined up to see Santa Claus.
Having been taught as a toddler that Christmas is the holiday that Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus, he asked his mom, “where’s the line to see Jesus”? My sister mentioned this to my dad, who immediately became inspired and jotted words down to a song in just a few minutes. After putting music to the words, and doing a quick recording at home, he received a great response from friends.
He sent the song off to without much response, except for a Christian song writer who suggested adding a bridge at the end of the first chorus. My dad then asked if I wanted to record the song to see what we could do with it. I listened to the song, made a few changes to the words to make it flow better, and we headed to Shock City Studios.
It was at the studio where Chris, owner and producer, rewrote the 2nd verse and part of the chorus… with goose bumps and emotions high, we were all hopeful and felt like we had something special. The demo was recorded in just under 2 hours and sent off again to … still no response.
Then 2 weeks before Christmas last year, my cousins Greg and Robbie decided to do a video to see what we could accomplish on YouTube. The first day we had 3000 hits and it soared from there. We received e-mails, phone calls, Facebook messages from people all over asking for the music, CD’s, iTunes, anything… we had nothing.
After a couple of meetings with Chris following the amazing response, we got serious. We headed back into the studio this past spring… this time with guitars, drums, bass, pianos, choirs… the real deal…. and here we are today. Getting iTunes set up, a website put together, and loving that thousands upon thousands of Christians have come together… remembering the true meaning of Christmas.
Out of the mouths of babes come profound truths that many adults cannot understand. Hopefully Spencer’s observation will cause people all over to reflect on the love of Jesus, and that one day we will all stand in line to see Him.
We are most thankful to our Heavenly Father to have this chance to share our music with you. Merry Christmas everyone.
What Christmas means to me says it all on this song.
Christmas isn’t just another holiday. The word Christmas derived from the name Jesus Christ. Christmas is the time when we celebrate His birth. I’ll stand up in the crowd and proud to say Merry Christmas.
I will love her my whole life,
She always taught me
To be a good Christian To be strong and wise,
To know how to fight this life,
And during hard times
To know how to get over them. Good advice she always gave me:
You be good
Hold your head straight up. Show dignity and respect
So that’s how you will treated
By others in your life. Respect them to be respected
Don’t let your soul be filled with reproach
With good thoughts surround yourself
For he comes back tenfold. He returns in your life
And that you will enjoy
And again do not forget
To be a good person my girl. Always think positive
This is the unwritten secret
The secret of great achievements
And of a life full of wonders. This is what she taught me
Grandmother, my grandmother,
A simple country woman
Good-hearted, warm look. Just not in vain they are called
Great wise elders,
Even without much education
They know too well the secrets of this world.
And not in vain they say
Buy yourself an old people if you don’t already have one.
They will give you good advice
Sure you will not regret it. Written in Romanian language by Adeena’s Bunica (Grandmother). Thank you Adeena for sharing your Grandmother with us. Translated by my Romanian friend. Please visit and direct your comments to Adeena’s Bunica (Grandmother).
Man is lonely by birth.
Man is only a pilgrim on earth.
Born to be king, time is but a temporary thing,
only on loan while on earth.
Like the wind in the tree,
man has been rather reckless and free.
Thrown far and wide, we long to settle down beside
the stream flowing through eternity.
Like the grass on the lawn,
we will pass by the way and be gone.
A lesson to learn, we walk but once there’s no return.
Time is always moving on.
Man is longing for One,
for a song and a place in the sun,
a home up above where ev’ry day is lived in love, for
rest when the journey is done.
Thank you for asking Daily Prompt All About Me. Pax Tecum. Perpetua
Needless to say, I received some treats from the Three Kings and then some. Next celebration is Easter Sunday. Mark your calendar that will April 7, 2013.
In my faith, today is also called Epiphany. The meaning from Webster Dictionary is:
: an appearance or manifestation especially of a divine being
: an intuitive grasp of reality through as an event usually simple and striking
: an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure
: a revealing scene or moment
: a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something
Have you ever had an Epiphany? I think I did. And let me tell you this story that happened in 2011 Pilgrimage to Holy Land, Egypt and Jordan.
Pandemonium! Everybody was excited to go home after 21 days of being on the road as a Pilgrim. People are coming in and out of their hotel rooms. Checking each other’s luggage. Sharing stories, pictures and laughter. What did you buy to bring home? What’s your favourite place? What, what, what? Too many questions and I am starting to become tone-deaf. I need some solitude.
I would like to stay longer and soak up the three world’s religion: Islāmic, Judaism and Christianity. I want to be with the Muslims, Jews and Christians: and have an Interfaith Dialogue. But good things must come to an end.
Last night at Jordan side: I retreated to the balcony to find some peace and quiet, drinking tea and having a smoke. The balcony is facing a beautiful garden and overlooking the Dead Sea. I could see Israel from the balcony. On a clear day, I could literally see the walls of the old Jerusalem. On the right, I can imagine the location of Bethlehem, Nazareth and other geographical areas of where ancient time began based on the First and Old Testament. This will be my last trip. I have now covered the places of the Testaments. The Bible will become truly alive in my mind and heart. The readings during the mass will be more meaningful for my mind can conjure the places where I have visited. Gratitude, I am filled with gratitude to my God for making it possible for me to experience the trip of a lifetime.
It’s dark. Only a silhouette of the mountain is visible. The lights were flickering across the waters. Inside the hotel room, commotion ruled.
I settled in the dark, trying to calm myself down. It’s good to be here, Lord. I started speaking in my mind. Careful that nobody will hear me for they already think I’m batty. Don’t care. Then, whispering softly, I raised my right arm, started waving goodbye to Israel.
Oh, what is that? A star? A bright shining star that appeared so close and yet so far. Hmm, is it a plane? No, it’s not moving. Ok then, as I made this schizophrenic dialogue within myself. One asks; the other personality answers. Oh, let me see. That’s Jerusalem, that’s, Nazareth; that’s Bethlehem. Aha! This must be the STAR that the Magi saw. Imagine that and it’s not even Christmas yet.Excitement came rushing out of my body. I must take a picture. Made a quick dash inside the room, grabbed my camera and Neli, another pilgrim, to show her what I see. This rushing must have only taken 15 to 25 seconds. When I got out, the STAR is gone. Oh, no. It’s gone. I was so disappointed and sad that I have no picture to show off about my last night. Checked the horizon if there’s anything floating in the sky that is as big as the STAR. No, it’s pitched dark. Neli gave me “the look”, walked out of the room. Later I followed for it’s time to check out. At Frankfurt airport, I pulled Father Priest on the side and told him about my experience. He simply said in his infinite wisdom, the STAR is meant only for my eyes to see. No camera can ever capture it. I was so moved by his explanation and tears of joy came out. Picture, yes, I have a picture of the STAR; in the eyes of my heart. I praise you, O Lord, for your works are wonderful. Blessed be God forever.