Diary, Letter, Love

#4 ~ Letter to Jesus

Dear Jesus,

I met You today. I feel Your presence today. I feel very miserable these past weeks. Trying to hide from You again but Your power over me is more than anything else in this world. As i woke up this morning i already decided that i will not hide anymore. I want to see You today. I must say that You must be very happy seeing me too. As i am your precious one. Am i right Jesus?

My Beloved Jesus,

Your presence is so unexplained by words again. As i sang and worship and bow my head upon You, i feel You are there. In front of me, telling me that i am Your precious one. As i received You in the Holy Eucharist, i was burst to tears. Even how mean i am to throw You away again and again from my life but You never gave up on me. Never once You gave up on me my dear Jesus. Thank you, thank you so much for Your love for me. What else i can do to repay You? Nothing more You want me to do right? Just to accept You in my life, to be with You, in You and live my life just for You alone. How mysterious is our relationship Jesus. I still don’t understand it clearly but i am sure You have something planned for me ahead of me. When i feel so weak these past few weeks, You, only You that is in my mind but as i said, i keep on kicking You away. Trying hard to kicking You out, but with that makes me feel more and more need You because i am weak without You.

Lover of My Soul, that is the wake up  call, my morning alarm clock. The first sound i heard every morning is “Jesus, Lover of my soul…”… and the song continues…. Yes, my dear Jesus, You are lover of my soul. That is the reason why i can not hide from You, can not kicking You out of my life. I LOVE You Jesus, i wish i can love You more than only the words that come up from my mouth. I know Your love for me is greater than love that i can found in this entire world. Thank You Jesus, I LOVE YOU!

With Bunch of Love ~~ Little Rose ~~

Hope, Love

A True Story To Share…..Tommy’s Story

My brother forward this story to me and i want to share it when everyone, that’s why i put it up in my blog. I hope each of you will spend your times to read this story. God bless.

This is the Tommy’s Story

Father John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in  Chicago, writes
about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university
students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology
of Faith.

That was the day I first saw Tommy.  My eyes and my mind
both blinked.  He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six
inches below his shoulders.  It was the first time I had ever seen a boy
with hair that long.  I guess it was just coming into fashion then.  I
know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it
that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.  I
immediately filed Tommy under “S” for strange… Very strange.

Tommy turned out to be the “atheist in residence” in
my Theology of Faith course.  He constantly objected to, smirked at, or
whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God.
We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I
admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.

When he came up at the end of the course to turn in
his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, “Do you think I’ll ever find
God?”

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy.
“No!” I said very emphatically.

“Why not,” he responded, “I thought that was the
product you were pushing.”

I let him get five steps from the classroom door and
then called out, “Tommy!  I don’t think you’ll ever find Him, but I am
absolutely certain that He will find you!”  He shrugged a little and
left my class and my life.

I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had
missed my clever line – He will find you!  At least I thought it was
clever.

Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly
grateful.

Then a sad report came.  I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer.
Before I could search him out, he came to see me.
When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the
long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy.  But his eyes
were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.
“Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often; I hear you are sick,” I
blurted out. 

“Oh, yes, very sick.  I have cancer in both lungs.
It’s a matter of weeks.” “Can you talk about it, Tom?” I asked. 

“Sure, what would you like to know?” he replied 

“What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying? 

“Well, it could be worse.” 

“Like what? 

“Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals,
like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making
money are the real biggies in life. 

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under
“S” where I had filed Tommy as strange.  (It seems as though everybody I try
to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.) 

“But what I really came to see you about,” Tom
said, “is something you said to me on the last day of class.”  (He remembered!)
He continued, “I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you
said, ‘No!’ which surprised me  Then you said, ‘But He will find
you.’

I thought about that a lot, even though my search for
God was hardly intense at that time. 

(My clever line.  He thought about that a lot!) 

“But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and
told me that it was malignant, that’s when I got serious about locating
God..  And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really
began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.  But God
did not come out.  In fact, nothing happened.  Did you ever try anything
for a long time with great effort and with no success?  You get
psychologically glutted, fed up with trying.  And then you quit. 

“Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a
few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may
not be there, I just quit.  I decided that I didn’t really care about
God, about an after life, or anything like that.  I decided to spend
what time I had left doing something more profitable.

I thought about you and your class and I remembered
something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through
life without loving.  But it would be almost equally sad to go through
life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that
you had loved t hem.”

“So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad.  He was
reading the newspaper when I approached him.  “Dad.

“Yes, what?” he asked without lowering the
newspaper. 

“Dad, I would like to talk with you.” 

“Well, talk.” 

“I mean . It’s really important.” 

The newspaper came down three slow inches. “What is
it?” 

“Dad, I love you, I just wanted you to know that.”
Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a
warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.

“The newspaper fluttered to the
floor.  Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever
doing before.  He cried and he hugged me  We talked all night, even
though he had to go to work the next morning  It felt so good to be
close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say
that he loved me.”

“It was easier with my mother and little brother.
They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real
nice things to each other.  We shared the things we had been keeping
secret for so many years. 

“I was only sorry about one thing — that I had waited
so long.  Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had
actually been close to.

“Then, one day I turned around and God was there.  He
didn’t come to me when I pleaded with Him.  I guess I was like an animal
trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through.  C’mon, I’ll
give you three days, three weeks.'”

“Apparently God does things in His own way and at His
own hour.  But the important thing is that He was there.  He found me!
You were right  He found me even after I stopped looking for Him.” 

“Tommy,” I practically gasped, “I think you
are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize.  To
me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to
make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.

“You know, the Apostle John said that. He said: ‘God
is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is
living in him.”

“Tom, could I ask you a favor?  You know, when I had
you in class you were a real pain.  But (laughingly) you can make it all
up to me now.  Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course
and tell them what you have just told me?  If I told them the same thing
it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell it. 

“Oooh.. I was ready for you, but I don’t know if
I’m ready for your class.”

“Tom, think about it.  If and when you are ready,
give me a call.” In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class,
that he wanted to do that for God and for me.  So we scheduled a date. 

However, he never made it.  He had another
appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class.  Of course, his
life was not really ended by his death, only changed.  He made the great
step from faith into vision.  He found a life far more beautiful than
the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the
mind of man has ever imagined. 

Before he died, we talked one last time. 

“I’m not going to make it to your class,” he
said.

“I know, Tom”

“Will you tell them for me?  Will you … tell the
whole world for me?”

I will, Tom.  I’ll tell them.  I’ll do my
best.”

So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read
this simple story about God’s love, thank you for listening.  And to you,
Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven — I told them,
Tommy, as best I could. 
 
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on
to a friend or two.  It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity
purposes. 
 
With thanks, Rev. John Powell, Professor, Loyola
University, Chicago.

Hope, Love

Reaching For You

As i am doing my work i am listening to the worship songs that i have in my laptop. I touched by this song.

“I can’t believe the way
Your love has got a hold on me
Each morning I wake to find You near
You lift me above my fears
And set my feet on solid ground
All of my days belong to You

And I breathe in Your breath of life that fills my heart
You are my all consuming fire

I stand here before You
In wide opened wonder
Amazed at the glory of You
The power of heaven
Revealing Your purpose in me
As I’m reaching for You”

I wonder if i really surrender all my life to HIM alone? I am not sure. Time and the way i live my life now make me become far and far away from Him. Hmmmph….

Love

A Letter To You From Satan

I feel that i want to share this with my brothers and sisters in Christ. We never know how God works right, so take your time to read this letter and reflects it to your own daily life. Are we with Christ or with the devil? The answer is just within ourself. God bless.

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.

You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn’t even bless your
meals, or pray before going to bed last night.

You are so unthankful, I like that about you.

I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool,
you are mine.

Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don’t love you
yet.

As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.

He kicked me out of heaven, and I’m going to use you as long as possible to pay him
back.

You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you

But you have yielded your life to me, and I’m going to make your life a living
hell.

That way, we’ll be together twice. This will really hurt God.

Thanks to you, I’m really showing Him who’s boss in your life with all of the good
times we’ve had.

We have been…

watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating,
overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people,
disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad   attitudes.

SURELY you don’t want to give all this up.

Come on, Fool, let’s burn together forever. I’ve got some hot plans for us. This is
just a letter of appreciation from me to you.

I’d like to say ‘THANKS’ for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.

You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in

HA HA HA, you make me sick.

Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I
need new blood.

So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.

All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble,
gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.

Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like
that.

Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I’ll be back in a couple of seconds to
tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and
live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.

It’s not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it’s
becoming a bit ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate you.

IT’S JUST THAT YOU’D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.

P.S. If you love me, you won’t share this

Love

Alone But Not Lonely

I am going out for lunch alone again today. Almost everyday i having my meal alone because there is no friends to join me. They have their own things to do. The funny things is that even though i am alone but i didn’t feel lonely. When i am alone i will meet more people which i can say they are strangers to me. I give them smile and they will smile back at me. When i am walking or busy chatting with friends i am not really aware of the people surrounding me. So, it is good sometime to be alone because i can observed people. I can see how people acts. Some are very kind, some are not too good. This is human.

One happy family, a groups of students, a lovely couple and a lone ranger like me. They enjoy their meals just like how much i enjoy my meal too. When i am alone i can make friends with the owner of the cafe, greets them and have a simple talk about their day that day.

So, there is no point to feel lonely because there are so many new friends that i can meet out there. But, whatever it is i just have to be aware of my own safety.

When i walk alone, Jesus accompany my walk. When i am in danger, He send Guardian Angels to protect me. When i am sad, he send friends to cheer me up. When i am happy, tears of happiness and joy warming my heart, He let me share that moments with my love ones. How great and wonderful is Christ love for me. Thank you Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.