Bits of the Gospel

The elders might not be wise, yet they command respect by their age, and achievements of course! The adage "Old is gold", is always true for the old, not at all for the new. Those who live longer today, have a right to talk proudly, not of their age but achievements! Oops! All what my grandma wanted, was the feel of things of today, using her old feelings! Let them be!

Wisdom is the art of discerning what is good from what is evil, the important from the irrelevant, the necessary from the superfluous. It is the synonym of equilibrium, the realization of the "just measure" of everything. It is possible through time and experience, but it is also a gift that comes from Above, thus it is to be had through assiduous prayer. This leads towards closeness to God. The wise affords nothing but humility because he discovers everything is given, is a gift. He may speak like a proud man but he is humble enough to pinpoint that what he wants is the good not evil, the necessary not the superfluous. Today's elders may fail to live up to the traditional dictum that "Old is gold". Why? Simple. They are people who are caught up by many novelties. Technological advancement comes with challenges, challenges come with the difficult of making choices. It is not easy to make a choice or advice someone to make a choice whereby you have no much to...

Row on, and keep the force, take this as all you do. Now tired, then happy, because all you do, is lift your voice. Lift your voice, you need not talk. Your voice is heard, while yet unspoken, because it's hard, for all to talk. Let's know your state, we might not help, but when you speak, You will change your state, because you will help, those who fear to speak. So, speak up. Let's hear you voice, this month of June, whose purpose is review, of the gone half-year. let's hear your voice.

Nothing is as effective in building people's self-esteem as success. It even has the power to begin reversing negative self-image. Self-esteem cannot grow healthily without some success to nurture it. A sense of success grows slowly in children, since they are prone to feeling inadequate around adults. To help children [and those who are adult-children] succeed, create situations where failure is least likely. It also helps if you can be alert to their fear, embarrassment, and likely areas of failure. You will learn to notice their hesitancy in such areas. Rather than pushing them or forcing them, follow their lead, support and encourage what they want to do, use whatever motivation is present. Instead of trying to change their focus of interest, you might look for ways of supporting that interest. often that very interest will supply a way to the desired successful learning and growth. Then assure them that you pray and long for their success!It works well every time, and best w...

My hearts skips a beat, will she near or far, older or still a girl? I might not recognize her, if "full of grace" is not her mark. I know one place, she might be there. A place in my heart, or high above me. Blue is her colour, she matches the sky. Serene, full of joy, magnificat is her song. We won't outdo her, either in singing, or in holiness. Prayer is her tool, her life is service.

Not used to pomp and glory, I prefer far greater no-things, to bringing my soul's inclinations, close to the breathe of life. I choose to open up some space, to suit your outstretched arms, Lord. My God! How can one open up, to no-time, no-space, to eternity? Yet, the more I create space, the nearer eternity comes. I choose to widen my space, to welcome your outstretched arms, Lord. Not used to heaps of things, I go for materialess, for then God can fill me, with a breathe of love. I choose to extend my space, to accommodate your outreaching arms, Lord. I am for calmness and peace, because I hear God in there, while before me stand all, who like me have chosen thee. I choose to stretch my space, now to welcome you my Lord. Not used to crack and crag, I will go for silence, I am flooded with stillness, and there I find your being. I choose you my dear Lord, because you have chosen me for your presence.

By and by man is slowly, going away from the sky. Sailing on the wings of the wind, he's nowhere to stop. He rides on and on with pride, because, "Who is God, me to stop?" Seemingly free like a rat freed, from a trap that ensnared. But man, "Quo Vadis?" No one near thee, motionless! All are moving, none is asking, "Whereto are we ending?" Heaven is about freedom, go. Take liberty on your hands, go. To your left, no one, go. To your right, someone, go. At the crossroads, what route? follow your own route, right a head. As you don't forget your point, point of departure. Look back - this is the arrival point, You go just to arrive, the very point of left to leave, Man Quo Vadis?[Where are you going?]