Blessings of the Simple

 

 

Blessings of the Simple

 

"If you believe, you will receive whatever you asked for in prayer." (Matthew 21:22)

Whatever you ask for with all your heart, you will receive, for as long as you paired yourself with God. I have proven it true not only through my own experiences, but through others as well.

A friend raised by a single mother, promised himself to have an early career retirement in life,   has fulfilled that whole hearted prayer. In pandemic days he has the joy of his life with a loved one on his side, going around, enjoying parks and nature, like having a vacation. A blessing. His faith, gratitude and love for God never ceases. The secret why the blessing continues.

Through his life, he has honored God, has honored the sacrifices of his mother and has served others through his gift in teaching. Most of all, his unfailing connection with God from childhood as taught by his mother herself. 

He isn't a saint, nor a famous person nor a celebrity on a tabloid, but just a simple "He". 

"For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

Another friend with a heartfelt determination to reach and step on the land she believed to find the "green pastures", meaning a better life, never failed a Wednesday novena kneeling herself from the main door to the altar of the church of her pilgrimage, had her insistent prayers answered. God is merciful. He could never resist a heartfelt plea, prayers and supported with rightful deeds. 

For many years, she lives happily and at peace with her loved ones, living in the "green pasture" land. A blessing. Her faith, gratitude and love for God never ceases. The secret why such blessing continues.

She isn't a saint, a famous person nor a celebrity on any tabloid, but just a simple "She."

"For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

Still another friend, taught by her mother from childhood to choose a saint to pray her novena through her life and have prayed since then to Sto. Niño, the Child Jesus, has received opportunities in her life on a platter that led her to reach places; finally live happily and fruitfully in her chosen ground. A blessing. Her faith, gratitude and love for God never ceases. The secret why such blessing continues.

She isn't a saint, a famous celebrity on any tabloid, but just another "She."

"For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

A little woman close to me, whose faith in God from childhood was raised and led by her own mother to such faith, still survived and stood firm through that faith, despite all the hardships of life; not her towards others, but others towards her. Throughout her life, God has held her firm unfailingly. Her happiness in her laughter and songs serving God in a church's choir and other necessities of her services has never stopped. A blessing. Her faith, gratitude and love for God never ceases. The secret why such blessing continues.

She isn't a saint, a famous person nor a celebrity on any tabloid, but just another "She."

"For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

One last example, another "He" who has risen and fallen from all kinds of life's battle throughout his life, as if he has been the favorite of the beatings of life. With the belt of truth buckled on his chest as he fights for what his heart believes is right and just, is still upright on one knee has kneeled like an exhausted warrior, praying for strength continuously, for he would never kneel nor surrender to the wicked and disbelievers in God. A blessing. His faith, gratitude and love for God never ceases. The secret why such blessings still live and win.

He isn't a saint, a famous person nor a celebrity on any tabloid, but just a simple "He."

"For all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God." (Romans 3:23)

I need not to write my own blessings, for such crossing my path, known and lived with these kinds of people, is such a true blessing in itself. For they have inspired, in the least, to share this truth in the glory of God.

Whatever I had asked for, I have received. Whatever I had not asked, I have not received as well. And many beyond my expectations, I have received without even asking God for. 

I am not a saint, a famous person nor a celebrity in any tabloid, I am just a Simple - Me and The Pen.😊

I, too, have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God. We, all, have sinned. But "God is good", as an "amigo", a friend on facebook puts it in his post. 

There are so many of such simple "He" and "She." Blessed by faith not by wealth of the earth, for they are not millionaires nor with any of that "aires" attached to their status in life and treasures on earth that moth, decay and be gone in a blink of an eye after any disaster. Theirs are blessings beyond destruction for they have alliance with God, the only one with True Power.

For wealth gained from this earth will vanish in their time, but never the wealth gained in heaven. For God alone is wealth. As long as we have God, Jesus by our side, we are but wealthy beyond comparison.

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." (Luke 11:9)

May the Lord bless, forgive and save us all. Amen.

 

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The Paradise Walk

 

The Paradise Walk

 

I had been told he was the only son. I even forgot who told me about him. Everybody seemed to know, except me. 

All I knew afterward was that I had been walking. All around me was darkness. It was my white shirt that brightened and lightened my way.

White has never been my favorite color. But I like it. I believe it is because white means purity, light and cleanliness, at least to me. 

It made me wonder why of all colors, my shirt had to be white. A short sleeved plain white shirt I paired with my blue jeans and white shoes. Anyway, where I was at the moment, it helped.

I kept walking on an imaginable road. For below my feet, there was only darkness, and everywhere. As if I was in outer space. Though in outer space or the universe, I was taught to believe in the presence of stars, planets, galaxies, and more.

So no choice but to keep walking. To my own surprise, I wasn't even afraid. When the invisible presence of Covid 19, the pandemic of 2020's, stirred fear in everyone's veins, but not mine. In my walk, I felt nothing. Maybe just plain curiosity. That's all. I kept walking.

Suddenly I heard a call on my name. It was from behind me. I turned around and I saw a beardy man dressed in a fishing net. He was standing inside a big, wide opened sliding door.

"How come I did not see it when I passed by?"

That was a question to myself.

"Because it wasn't opened."

The beardy man answered my question.

I was three steps away from the corner edge of the opened door. The man was standing in the middle of it.

"Where are you going?"

He asked me a question I could not answer. But something had crossed my mind.

"I was told he was the only Son."

These words were all that occurred to me.

The man laughed a soft, refreshing sound to my ears.

"He lives here."

He told me as he signaled with his hand the inside of the place he was standing on, which to my sight was just full of a mixture of colors. I could not figure out where they come from or made up with from my standpoint.

"Come in."

The man invited me in. I was surprised.

"May I? Really?"

With wide opened eyes of excitement, I responded to the man with a question.

"You are invited."

He told me so.

"Very well then. Thank you."

As I stepped inside, the different colors I saw from the outside took their forms.

"I am inside an immeasurable, big, enormous garden where in the middle is a house beyond measures!"

My eyes have revealed to me the amazing view of the place. If my eyes could take the size of the moon, I say it had done so.

"Wow!"

It was all I said to the beardy man clothed in a fishing net. He tapped my shoulder.

"You are in Paradise."

He said so.

" I am dead, you mean?"

I asked him. He laughed again. This time was really amusing.

"No. You are just wandering around."

He responded and then walked passed me as if to guide me around. I just followed him.

The place looked like the earth's ground when you walked around the forest. There were trees, fruitful trees and more. Some writer's descriptions of nature, the beautiful nature they testified in their writings, were all confirmed in the place. Even all kinds of flowers, birds and animals were everywhere. I felt and imagined myself in Africa. Then I laughed at the thought. I only have seen Africa in books and movies. I have never even wished to be there. But then, I felt like I was there.

There was only one thing that could be different. 

Every little thing, everything in the place had a special shine on them. They all looked like a piece of jewel, a piece of gold. But not the gold color. Maybe it was just the feeling. The impact of the place on my senses.

I touched a leaf, a green leaf of a plant. As I placed two fingers to it, I felt a flow of a refreshing water inside me. I realized I was thirsty. So I touched more.

The man kept walking in front of me without saying a word. I just followed. I hoped he did not realize I was touching things without asking permission.

"Whoever is invited inside, does not need any permission."

He turned around to tell me so as if he had read my mind. I was in panic. I felt like a thief being caught.

"We don't invite thieves inside, so do not feel like one."

With the smile disappearing from his face, the man turned around again and continued walking ahead, after saying those words.

I tried to calm down. Shook my head as if to send away negative vibes. As I did so, the man turned sideway to give me a wide smile.

"Don't worry. You aren't dead. Just wondering around. Though lucky enough to be invited inside. It was all because you were searching for the Only Son."

His mention of the Only Son led me back to why I was walking around. Though I wasn't sure how it all started.

"Speaking of the Only Son, where is he? Who is he?"

I asked the man. So he stopped walking, faced me and in a blink of an eye, the mansion was already close to us. Behind him.

I looked up at the tall and wide structure which my eyes could only see up to where my cornea permits them to reach. Far beyond seemed to be more in length.

I wanted to reach for words to describe it but I was so overwhelmed I was speechless. I was full of amazement and indescribable admirations of everything around me.

Slowly, as I lowered down my look from the top, my eyes landed to see a form. A human form standing behind the waist length front of a balcony. He was looking far away, ahead of him. I followed his look. His attention was on the outside of the place. To the darkness outside. I closed my eyes to see his face better, but I could only see a white cloud human form.

After a while, I realized the whole mansion was of the same color. White like the clouds on a clear sky that was playing its colors between white, light blue then white again like the soft cotton. Purity! There I found the word.

As the word "purity" entered my mind, I shifted my look to the beardy man. He nodded and smiled at me.

"Who is he?"

I asked. 

"The Only Son."

He responded.

"What is his name? He has a name?"

I inquired again.

"Yes. He is called Jesus."

The man answered.

I heard about Jesus. The Only Son. The son of God, as believers say. But I admitted to myself, I never really knew him. So I asked another question.

"He has parents?"

The man took a stand beside me and put his left arm at the back of my shoulder and led me to walk around more. We moved again in front of the house as we talked. The garden was so big but when I looked at the house, I could still see it and the human form.

"Yes. Just  like everyone else."

He assured me.

"Where are they?"

I asked without thinking.

The man stopped walking and faced me with both hands on my shoulders.

"Learn about Jesus. He himself will tell you everything you want to know."

He advised me with a smile looking straight at my eyes. 

I wanted to continue asking questions when suddenly we saw the house doors were opening. Flashing colors of yellow gold and white were coming out from the inside, reaching till the garden's main door. Slowly, the garden door was opening. 

I looked below the lights and noticed small rocky stones formed like a walk way from the house to the main door. The small stones were jewel stones! Different colors and kinds I have never seen. I was mouth opened, full with admirations.

I looked around us as I found ourselves standing on the right side of the walk way lane. Around us and everywhere in the garden were full of human formed clouds on their knees and head bowed. I could not see faces but golden rings on top of their heads.

"Who are they?"

I asked my beardy guide.

"The servants. We are all servants."

He answered me as he led my look to the one coming out from the house. From the inside and outside, everywhere, a song was heard with a glorious "Hallelujah!"

My attention was called by the many dove formed clouds on top of our heads. I could only see wings, big white wings. In the middle must be heads or faces or something but so hard for me to figure out.

"What are they?"

I asked the man.

"The angels."

He responded as he turned his head to answer my question then looked back again to the house's door. He kneeled as the human form who was at the balcony before  was then coming out with three more like him following behind. The man with me bowed his head. So did I. I kneeled and bowed down my head as the four of them passed in front of us. 

As they passed, I wanted to lift up my head to look at their faces, but to my surprise, I couldn't. Had I stiffened my neck or became a stone, I could not tell.

As soon as the main door closed and the four of them were gone, all around us became like it was before when I first entered. The mansion house looked far and all around us a beautiful garden.

"Who were the three behind the Son?"

I dared to ask more questions as we both got ourselves back to our feet, then finding ourselves in the middle of the garden.

"The three following the Son were Gabriel, Raphael and Michael."

He responded. While in my thoughts I was asking myself who they were, but kept quiet.

"They are the principal angels of heaven as you called it on earth. I tell you such in accordance to people on earth's understanding. If you search more, you'll know more."

As if reading my thoughts again, he gave me a tap on my shoulder. Then he started to lead me back to the main door.

"I have to go?"

I inquired with sadness. He smiled.

"The owner of the house, the Only Son, you're looking for is outside."

He responded.

"I understand. If I want to know more, I follow him."

He nodded and I agreed with him returning his smile.

The main door got opened again. He gave me a hug.

"Go in peace."

He blessed me kindly.

Before I stepped a foot outside the line of the main door, I turned around to ask something. One more I said to him. He agreed.

"Why did he go out to the darkness?"

I asked at last.

"To shine the darkness with his light."

He said so as he looked up into the dark past over my shoulder. So I turned around to follow his look. I did not realize I made a step outside the main door. Fortunately I was able to shout a "thank you" before his face disappeared as the door closed. He nodded and smiled. The man beardy and clothed with a fisherman's net has a golden ring on top of his head too. 

I faced the darkness again as the door turned dark as well. In front of me was like an endless movie screen. I felt myself as if being inside a movie theatre.

On top the sky, a dark night, was a shining star. A light. Down below I saw the earth. The humans on earth. Before me ran the story from the birth of the Only Son, said to be the newborn Savior. Then as the story changes, the three angels that came out with him were mixed with the earth's people. They looked like ordinary people. But it seemed no one recognized them. Me neither. All I could see were some round golden rings in many parts of the earth, placed on top the heads of many faces.

Then I closed the curtain of the theatre as I finished a chapter from the book I was reading. 

Reading the New Testament, the messages of the Only Son, the Christ himself, I have wished myself to be in Paradise. I did. I had it. The Paradise Walk, and I believed to be with one of my favorite disciples, Peter the rock.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

That verse of John 3:16 runs itself in my head and heart.

Feeling good learning about Jesus, I took a pen and wrote praises for Him. And shared to others how it felt getting to know about The Only Son. The Son of God in my Paradise Walk.

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The Book Road

The Book Road

 

I was lost. I knew I was lost. Around me only chaos. What is happening?

In the midst of people conflicts, nature disturbances and families breaking, I continued my unguided steps forward, to nowhere.

Looking from one side to the other, left to right and right to left, I bumped into something. A big tall wall. A door. A plain black door with just a word. "Word."

The black colored door has nothing but the word.

"What is this?"

I could only ask myself. I was walking alone and lost..

I turned around, wanting to ask someone, but everyone behind was busy. Busy arguing. Busy fighting. Busy working. All busy. No one cares around them but themselves.

I had no choice but to get myself to the door. I wanted to leave the crazy world I was in. But...

"This is a black door."

I said to myself as I hesitated to do something. I looked around to scrutinize, analyze and then to decide.

As my eyes landed on the sides, I noticed something. A crack. A flip. So I touched it. And it fell.

"Oh, this door was painted black!"

I concluded to myself as I stared at the white colored word, Word.

Holding the flipped crack, taking it out, I found out it could be peeled off. So I went on to peel the paint off. The door gave out its original color.

I shook my head to my discovery.

"What a cheat! Had I not seen this little secret, I would not dare to find out what this "Word" meant written in front of this black door.

I continued to talk alone to myself.

I got excited with my findings, I stripped here and there the black paint, fake covered color of the door. Finally I was able to take out all the paint and the whole door became white, flashing white like the clear sky. Around me became so white it made me turn around.

As I looked at my back, I was alone! There was nothing anymore. All people, nature and whatever were there before, nothing was left. All gone. I was so surprised. Intrigued.

I looked back to the wall, to the door. The word has changed. The color changed to flashing golden color and from "Word" it turned into "Jesus!"

My mouth opened in an awe. It changed everything inside me. A kind of relief. Fear left me. Doubts were gone. Faith and courage creeped in. It gave me a smile and a happy heart.

"I found Him! I found Him!"

My heart leaped as I shouted with joy. I pushed the wall, my hand got burned. It was hot!

"Ouch!"

As I looked at my burned hands, behind me I heard laughter. I turned around and found no one. Nothing. It became dark all around me except the door. I walked around it, all was black surrounding, except the thin wall. Behind it was nothing but the black surrounding so I stationed myself where the white colored front was, as it gave me light.

I studied the door again. I was looking for a knob, maybe. Nothing. I could not leave it. There was nowhere to go.

Once again I shifted around. Instead of the black surrounding at my back, I saw in front of me a movie. My life!

I became an audience to my own life movie. 

As I watched it, clarity entered my mind of everything that I had believed, acted and done. I have sinned!

After my own acceptance of my sins, I faced the white door. I kneeled. I weeped and just weeped. I believed I did so for hours or days. Who would know how long. I was lost. Lost in time and in life. Until I was able to find courage to speak.

With hands covering my face where tears seemed to have stopped falling as I felt I had taken them all out and drowned by it, I lifted my head to look at the name on the door.

"Forgive me. Please, forgive me."

Then I felt myself fall.

"Wake up! The door has opened."

I opened my eyes and saw an angel standing beside me, offering a hand to lift me up from the ground. I accepted it and stood beside her.

"Go enter."

The angel told me.

I looked at the opened door. I could only see it moved to the left side, but just white clouds inside. I looked with hesitation to the angel standing beside me.

"Do not be afraid."

The angel smiled. So I got myself in.

As I stepped inside, I found myself standing in the middle of the two pages of a big, big book! Exactly that line where both pages were united. All the white colored clouds were all gone. But from both sides were only written, readable words.

On the left side, I could only read a word. Genesis.

"Genesis."

I repeated to myself and smiled. I came to understand where I was.

"I am inside a bible."

I looked on the right side where the First Chapter was written. I seated myself by the road, the middle of the pages of the book. Like in meditation, my legs were crossed, my hands on my knees and my eyes wide opened reading the messages in front of me.

"My angel, where are you?"

I called yet no one answered. So I closed my eyes.

"My Lord, I wasn't born during your time. Give me an angel with your Holy Spirit to guide my understanding."

I opened my eyes as I felt a hand on my shoulder. The angel who let me in was seated by my side. I smiled and thanked God.

Then my "Bible Journey" has begun.

As I finished each chapter, I found myself walking ahead in the middle of the book, The Book Road.

Each chapter had been another road. I sat down to read each. Every time that there was something I could not understand or relate their significance in my own life, I turned to the angel on my side.

"Help me."

Then she starts to talk, like a whisper unto me, guiding my thoughts.

There were times I cried as I realized all my stupidities in life. It was those times I have come to find out how patient God has been with me. How much He loves me and how many times I have ignored Him.

Not all times were sad in my journey. There were times I cracked with laughter. Because there were many parts in the bible that were funny. God has humour. God is a father. And I remembered my own father on earth's  sense of humour.

There were times when I felt resentment. Not against God, but against people. I could not believe how people could be so cruel and blind to God's kindness and generosity. Then I felt pity for God.

I weep and weep. And weeped.

Everytime it happened, I got a pat on my shoulder from the angel guiding me.

"Just continue."

Those words I heard.

"I'll take a break."

I excused myself most of the time when it happened. I never got a negative response. I was always free.

Every time I took a break, I felt myself getting back to my real world. I found myself closing the bible book.

Then before I knew it, I forgot everything that I had read and had happened. Until something in real life would break and I felt helplessness. Again.

I came to realize some needs to keep myself on the track. Diligence. Commitment. Continuity. Prayer. 

Prayer. Instead of putting it the last, I put it first then the rest came after with it. Easier.

Every time I leave the book's road, I prayed:

"My Lord, lead me back again to these roads especially when I need it most and I get myself lost again."

Every time I entered the book's road, I prayed:

"My Lord, guide me through your Holy Spirit to understand your messages behind each word."

For many times I ended up understanding nothing at all. I believe I have not concentrated myself enough on my reading nor on my angel coaching me. Too many distractions have got in. Entertaining distractions had pushed my coach away.

My yearning for God has led me to help myself as well. I started to read, watch and listen. Books, movies and preachers. I opened my mind to both sides of the coin. Understanding how good and bad works. Only to realize in the end, it wasn't me helping myself but God. So I learned to give praises, thankfulness and glorification through prayers. To love Him. To love God.

All because I made the first step. I stepped inside The Bible Road.

Get God, Read and learn. Pray. Again and again. Till reaching the Right Connection. Till it clicks in. Till believing. Till trusting. All through Jesus as God wants to. 

"Praises and Glories. Wisdom and Understanding. Power, Honor and Strength. Be with our God as it was from the beginning, is now and forever. Amen."

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The Help of Silence

 

 

The Help of Silence

 

For many times, we must have searched, wished or prayed for silence. Yes, silence. The precious Silence, the help of silence in our lives.

Starting from our own minds, chaos and confusions can already be present. They can even be beyond our control unless we stop, take a deep breath and strive to obtain calmness from getting silence. So we can concentrate better on anything that really matters. For us not to waste time on useless thoughts in our minds, we need to be quiet, be silent. Needing the help of silence.

From childhood, I have learned its importance. Every child is expected to listen, follow and be obedient to their parents. Honor them. Even in God's commandments it is there. Honor thy father and thy mother.

Some children have parents that love to talk. Even nonsense. They call it parent's advice or teachings or guidance. Depending on how they really are for a child's perception of their talks, any child can give them another name. They can be intrusion, nonsense and even call it "a sermon". That was how we, my brothers and sisters, used to call it whenever our mother starts to burst out whatever she wanted to express or relay on an early morning like seven o'clock, on a Sunday, just to get us out of bed considering the time late for the soon coming Sunday mass. 

Our mother was raised as an early bird since childhood. Something she passed to all her children. For her, as she teached, "early birds get the first food," For life, we have appreciated that.

So on a sunday morning, she could threaten us to throw water, cold water, just to get us out of bed. Something that she never did anyway. If sermons and threats would not work, she would resort to putting on her favorite long play albums on the music stereo, put it on a loud volume that could be heard blocks away, and sit herself quietly on a chair to enjoy her doings, maybe to calm herself down. I even saw her once, smiling to herself on her last resort. And, of course, it always worked. We wanted at least a low volume or none at all.

In some families as I have come to find out through the years, noise is worse. Parents fighting verbally, and even leading to physical assault. Obviously, they are but concentrated on selfish aims. Those are moments they only care about themselves, how they feel, how to make their points across and to win the battle and feel themselves the right one to have the reason the other one must accept. 

While in the background, their children are trembling with fear as they listen and witness, wondering what's coming next between the parents in trouble then to themselves, their children, afterwards. For as children, most often, receive the consequences of the moment. 

There it is. Whatever leads to the outside, started first from the inside. It starts from each one. Each soul. From within, from the mind to the heart where they are completed and ended in actions. Going outside. Starting from the Root.

We sometimes say, "The Root of it All."

What is it then? What is the root of it all? Could we ever figure out? Of course we can. With self honesty, we can. But. But we have to reach "silence" first to reach it. To be calm. To serene ourselves. To think. THINK BETTER.

Some parents send their children to go out of their houses to play in the backyard or make it a point their children aren't around whenever they have issues to settle between themselves. Their children are lucky enough to have them, I shall say. But not all children.

As a child, even before my twelfth year of age, I have already realized that "adults" are more complicated between themselves than children are. Yet they claimed they know what they are thinking, saying and doing in their own lives and others.

"Only God knows if you're lying or not." That is what I used to say to myself. Then leave it there. Period.

Through my own and others experiences: like hearing from families, relatives, friends, classmates, teachers, well everyone and through movies, books, whatever, I have come to know that deep inside each human heart in their deepest desire , hopes and prayers, we all want peace. And before you can ever reach that status, you need Silence. Learn it what. Find out how.

At first, I thought that escaping from troubled situations, loud noises and conflicts was to go out and find a friend or someone to talk to, hang out with and enjoy companies no matter what that would make me feel better. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they just make you feel worse or lead you to regrets.

Then, I tried to dip into reading since it is one of the things I am passionate about. I used to stay in more time in libraries before or after school started just to get away. Sometimes when there is a "big sermon" going on in our house, I pack up my bag ang books and spend time in school libraries or somewhere else. If my mother asks, I would say, "I need to study in a quiet place", when room is not enough to provide it.

As I grew older, I came to know a better and the best refuge to escape the crazy world. Inside the church.

Inside ourselves is a church itself.

When we read or hear about the word "church", we quickly imagine the church or sanctuary building itself. Anyway, to find silence, where else is the best place to be?

Some find that the best place to get silence is in the parks, high top mountains, deep waters or sailing, in their own private place, private room. But all of them are just the environment, the backyard of the church.

The church itself is inside us.. We can only be inside our church if we are silent. The Help of Silence gives way to connect to our inner selves. And find peace. But it is not that easy. To find peace we have to know how. And to realize that the Only One that can give us peace in our heart and inner self so achingly search for and desire is no one but God himself alone. And how, through His Son, Jesus. For that is how He, God himself, wants it to.

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."

I did not say that, and no one ever has the right to say that and guarantee but Jesus himself. As it was written in the holy scriptures of John 14:27.

With the Help of Silence, let Peace come to us. May finding Jesus leads us all to settle ourselves in peace. Amen.

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