It might get loud

Hello www,
May you always find God with you, leading you to a greater understanding of Him, and a greater Love of Him. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
Last year, on Jan. 23rd, four days before my brother's birthday, a documentary was made about two of my all-time favorite guitarists: Jimmy Page and The Edge. Jack White, the guitarist of White Stripes, claims he wanted to make this documentary so can learn secrets from the legends. I don't know if White learns those secrets but it is an excellent excuse to get Page and Edge together on one stage. We are a more than willing audience. Page has transformed into the white-haired wizard from Lord of the Rings. Edge looks the same, even if he has less hair and a skull cap. His eyes are ever piercing. It is a pleasure to have Page show us where the song, "When the Levee Breaks," was recorded. He lovingly reveals to us where John Bonham's drum kit sat. He claps to uncover the acoustics of the charming house. Actual black and white footage fills in the rest of the story: we see the band horsing around on the lawn and the huge bus packed with recording equipment sitting next to the house. Edge was the most serious of the three. We're shown parts of Ireland and car bombs. We're taken to the high school where the band rehearsed. Edge is brutally honest about the bands lack of talent in it's early stages. He wants a better world and was thrust into the political realm at an early age. His guitar is his political wand. White is the 'let's tear this mother down,' component in this rock and roll puzzle of three. His music is a struggle, and if there isn't a struggle, he creates one. He dissects the guitar, takes it to the barest essentials and then builds it up again. It's him vs his guitar and he is going to conquer it. Everytime. The film opens with White hammering out, literally, a 'guitar' from wire, an amplifier, a few nails. The cows in the scene are a bonus. Page has such a gentle, easy going demeanor that when the Edge asks him to play a different note when the three are jamming together, he does so gracefully. And Page's smile doesn't ever fully disappear from his face. Pure pleasure and glee are apparent as he shows the viewer one of his favorite songs, on a beautiful turn-table; he playfully air guitars with the music. I like the way the film only shows the guitar and the fingers of the player, teasing the viewer to guess who is playing. I was right everytime. Page has his style of playing that is easily distinguishable. He hasn't lost the sound of Zep in all that he plays; it reverberates in his very essence. Edge is always pushing his edge - finding his sound and expanding on it - pushing it until it pushes it back - and pulling it around him like a comfortable armor. There is one memorable scene where Edge plays something complicated and then asks, "Want to hear what notes I was playing?" With a mischievous grin he plays the piece again, without the effects this time, and reveals three notes. White is angry, passionate and loving, sometimes all at once. Other times just playing around and seeing what the guitar is going to spit at him, so he can spit back. See the film...be warned though: it might get loud. Thank you Lord for blessing us with music. We aren't worthy. God bless us!

Sundays

Hello www, May God bless you and keep you. In Jesus' name. Amen. When I was in the seventh grade, my brother, mom and I lived with my grandmother, my two aunts, and an uncle, in El Paso, Tx. My grandmother's house is a wonderful Victorian-style home; my mom and her four sisters pooled their money to buy it for my grandmother in 1952. The house was actually built in the 1930's. It's in a neighborhood where the homes don't resemble each other. The University of El Paso is just down the street. Nowadays the district is considered an historic part of El Paso. With plenty of rooms to roam, beautifully managed hard-wood floors, and a plethora of relatives to bother, it was an ideal place for a twelve-year-old. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but it was the perfect place for several different generations of family to live too. From my newly conceived cousin, to my eighty something grandmother, the continum of life spread before me. At 9:30 am I get up and go downstairs where Aunt Rosa has breakfast ready: fluffy white tortillas filled with chorizo and huevo. Not only did Aunt Rosa have breakfast ready, she had lunch started; roast beef with potatoes. The yummy aroma tip toes into each room of the house. After breakfast, and the wonderful company of my aunt Rosa, it is time to get ready for mass. My Aunt Helina and her son, my cousin, Frankie, come over to take us all to 11 o'clock mass at St. Patrick's. On the short drive over we listen to Kasey Kasem's "count down to today's hottest hits," on the radio. As we enter St. Patricks, I am reminded of the fact that the church was built in 1914in the Italian Renaissance style. It is magnificent. After mass the roast beef is ready to eat! But before anyone can eat, we say hello with hugs and kisses. Lively chatter, a mixture of Spanish and English, is heard from any room in the house. The rest of the day was open to anything: watching television, playing games, visiting, and if my aunt Rosa found a movie she liked in the paper, we would go to a matinee show. Other cousins would arrive; more hellos, hugs and kisses. Sometimes we just sat on the inviting front porch, swinging on the chairs, watching the afternoon pass. These are the Sundays I remember and the ones that I hope to create someday with my children. Enjoy each and every day of your life - it is all so precious! God bless us!

Dedication time

Hello www, God bless each and everyone of you wonderful people. God is so great, so mighty, so powerful, and yet so gentle and merciful to us. Be greatful for everything in your life, even the bad things that happen. I truly believe ALL roads lead us back to God. Keep your faith, pray often. In Jesus Name. Amen. A friend of mine turned me on to this song, thank you! It's thundering outside at the moment, and I'm kicking back on the new laptop, playing solitaire, with the dog laying at my feet and I thought, you know, that Kings of Leon song "Revelry" would sound great right now. Here's a share with you, dear reader, enjoy. (Better yet, YouTube it and hear for yourself.) Revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones And the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing that I have found Woo hoo hoooo Woo hoo hoooo In the dark of the night I can hear you calling my name With the hardest of hearts, I still feel full of pain So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if your ever around even though it was me who drove us right into the ground See the time we shared it was precious to me But all the while I was dreaming of revelry Gonna run baby run like a stream down a mountainside With the wind in my back I wont ever even bat an eye Just know it was you all along that had a hold of my heart But the demon in me was a best friend from the start So the time we shared it was precious to me All the while I was dreaming of revelry Dreaming of revelry And I told myself oh the way you go it rained so hard it felt like snow Everything came tumbling down on me In the back of the woods, in the dark of the night Palest pale of the old moonlight Everythings just felt so incomplete Dreaming of revelry God bless ya!

Amistad

Hello www, May you feel the presence of God each and every day in your life. If you are going through a hard time know that the Lord Your God is with you every step of the way. Continue to stay faithful and prayerful. God keeps His promises. In Jesus Name, Amen. Friendships are difficult to steer sometimes. I was reminded of this recently when a friend of mine, Georgina, had to break off an unhealthy friendship. It was difficult for Georgina to end this friendship, but what made it easier to do was the fact that the 'friend', Maureen, was rude and began name-calling other people in Georgina's life. I remember when the days of friendship were easy: when I was little and in elementary school, when my parents were going to visit friends, I asked, "Do they have kids?" If they did, I was so happy! If they didn't, I knew I was in for a boring time. Kids just want to be around other kids. They don't care if those kids are older, younger, black, white, as long as there are kids. Kids knew their math: kids plus other kids =ed fun. Then, in high school, 'clicks' formed. The preppy rich kids. The druggies, aka 'rock and rollers.' The jocks. Kickers. (aka country/western) Nerds. The list is long and varied. Divisions were made and tricky to navigate. We make friends in adulthood based on mutual interests, or lack of mutual intersts sometimes, thinking we can grow and learn from people different from us. We form bonds with people who 'get us,' but most of all, we are friends with people who don't mind, and like us in spite of, our 'crazies'. Our crazies being our eccentric habits and ideas. I was fortunate to have a group of good friends celebrate my bday with me. As they sang - out of tune - but loudly and lovingly - happy birthday to me, I made sure I looked around the people surrounding me and thanked God in my mind for each and every one of them and how they've touched and enriched my life. I can only hope they feel the same way about me. I know I've discussed in a past blog how men and women can't be friends and I need to clarify my thinking on this, once again, because the subject surfaced at my bday party: Men and women can be friends. Indeed, I am friends with men. HOWEVER, and this is the caveat I meant to express when I mentioned this earlier, I have observed that when men and women are friends either the man or the woman have ideas of becoming 'more than friends' with that person. Nothing wrong with this thinking until the edges of their friendships are pushed: the man or the woman start dating and want to tell you all about those dates. YIKES. Oh well, sit back and get comfortable, the friendship will endure and in the end you'll get a better idea of the person you are calling friend. Knowledge is power, remember. Friendships can and are hard to maintain, but if you are blessed to call even one person a good friend, then consider yourself truly blessed. Those friendships are worth all the gold in the world, and then some. God blessssssssssssssssssss you!

Students

Hello www, In the Name of the Father, Son, and HS. Amen. Jesus thank you for all you do for us, and for all the blessings you continually bestow on each of us. Please consecrate and guide all students and teachers as they embark on another school year, Lord. Sanctify our interactions with students, co-workers, and parents; may we remember to have a sense of humor, compassion, openness, knowledge of our subjects (he he) and patience. In your name, Jesus, Amen. As I was writing the names of my students on various notebooks, I stopped for a moment to enjoy the spanish names: the roll of the 'r' in Resendiz; the length of the surname: de Jesus Garza; the lovely first and middle names: Ana Delia. I say silent prayers over each name for good dispositions, a willingness to learn, kindness, an openness for subjects they don't like, courage in difficult situations. Asking God to guide me as I interact and get to know each little one that walks in my door. I felt Jesus with me, "Together we will build strong hearts and heads." With God all things are possible and with God's help it will be a truly sacred year. God bless!

Stigma

Hello www, A special prayer for the victims of random violence. May they RIP. In Jesus' name. Amen. I went to a new optometrist recently and he told me, just like past optometrists, that I have astigmatism. Astigmatism means your vision is out of focus because of the shape of your cornea, or the inside lense of your eye(s). I think as a society too we suffer from astigmatism with regard to certain subjects. The recent shooting in Pa at a gym is an example of society's astigmatism. The media has highlighted some of the things the shooter had written on his blog and from those excerpts it seems pretty obvious he was suffering mentally, and I think since he was a guy, receiving mental health help was not an option for him. Men can't be weak - they are strong. Society has gotten better with regard to helping those who are mentally ill, but mental illness still has a stigma attached to it. More's the pity. The shooter at the gym sure could have used some help. People don't need to die because one person isn't feeling good, or too embarrassed to get help. Here's some information about depression...I agree that antidepressants are probably the most prescribed drug in the US, but I think a large majority of people who need the prescription aren't getting it. CDC Antidepressants most prescribed drugs in US, according to a CNN article's title. By Elizabeth Cohen CNN ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) -- Dr. Ronald Dworkin tells the story of a woman who didn't like the way her husband was handling the family finances. She wanted to start keeping the books herself but didn't want to insult her husband. The doctor suggested she try an antidepressant to make herself feel better. She got the antidepressant, and she did feel better, said Dr. Dworkin, a Maryland anesthesiologist and senior fellow at Washington's Hudson Institute, who told the story in his book "Artificial Unhappiness: The Dark Side of the New Happy Class." But in the meantime, Dworkin says, the woman's husband led the family into financial ruin. "Doctors are now medicating unhappiness," said Dworkin. "Too many people take drugs when they really need to be making changes in their lives." For Dworkin, the proof is in the statistics. According to a government study, antidepressants have become the most commonly prescribed drugs in the United States. They're prescribed more than drugs to treat high blood pressure, high cholesterol, asthma, or headaches. CNN's Elizabeth Cohen discusses the CDC study on antidepressants » In its study, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention looked at 2.4 billion drugs prescribed in visits to doctors and hospitals in 2005. Of those, 118 million were for antidepressants. High blood pressure drugs were the next most-common with 113 million prescriptions. The use of antidepressants and other psychotropic drugs -- those that affect brain chemistry -- has skyrocketed over the last decade. Adult use of antidepressants almost tripled between the periods 1988-1994 and 1999-2000. Between 1995 and 2002, the most recent year for which statistics are available, the use of these drugs rose 48 percent, the CDC reported. Many psychiatrists see this statistic as good news -- a sign that finally Americans feel comfortable asking for help with psychiatric problems. "Depression is a major public health issue," said Dr. Kelly Posner, an assistant professor at Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons in New York City. "The fact that people are getting the treatments they need is encouraging." She added that 25 percent of adults will have a major depressive episode sometime in their life, as will 8 percent of adolescents. "Those are remarkably high numbers," Posner said. While Posner says genuine depression is driving the prescription numbers, Dr. Robert Goodman, an internist in New York City, says the real force behind skyrocketing antidepressant prescription rates is pharmaceutical marketing to doctors and to consumers. "You put those two together and you get a lot of prescriptions for antidepressants," he said. He questions whether all those prescriptions are necessary. "It's hard to believe that number of people are depressed, or that antidepressants are the answer," he said. Goodman is the founder of a group called "No Free Lunch," a group that encourages doctors to reject gifts from pharmaceutical companies. He added that patients sometimes see ads for antidepressants on television and ask doctors for the drugs -- and that studies show these requests work. In a study published two years ago in the Journal of the American Medical Association, actors pretending to be patients went to doctors in the San Francisco area and said they were depressed. The "patients" who asked for an antidepressant were significantly more likely to get a prescription for one than patients who didn't ask for an antidepressant. "Patients' requests have a profound effect on physician prescribing in major depression and adjustment disorders," concluded the study's authors. But Posner's concern is about under-prescribing, not over-prescribing. But Posner's concern is about under-prescribing, not over-prescribing. "Fifty percent of African-Americans who have depression don't seek treatment for it," she said. "Not enough people are getting the treatment they need." Elizabeth Cohen is a correspondent for CNN Medical News. Senior producer Jennifer Pifer and intern Rachel Zelkowitz contributed to this report. DEPRESSION SYMPTOMS Could you be depressed? Not everyone who is depressed experiences every symptom. Some people experience a few symptoms, some many. Persistent sad, anxious, or "empty" mood. Feelings of hopelessness, pessimism. Feelings of guilt, worthlessness, helplessness. Loss of interest or pleasure in hobbies and activities that were once enjoyed, including sex. Decreased energy, fatigue, being "slowed down". Difficulty concentrating, remembering, making decisions. Insomnia, early-morning awakening, or oversleeping. Appetite and/or weight loss or overeating and weight gain. Thoughts of death or suicide; suicide attempts. Restlessness, irritability. Persistent physical symptoms that do not respond to treatment, such as headaches, digestive disorders, and chronic pain. Source: National Institute of Mental Health Maybe one day society will take off its rose-colored lenses (ie no one is sick; no one needs help; we're all healthy.)and view society through the eyes of wisdom. Ask for help, if you need it, please. Regardless of your sex, age, or race. There is help available, ask for it. And remember to pray. Praying helps too. God bless.

Random thoughts

Hello www, Heavenly Father, thank you for loving us as much as you do, and always blessings our lives. Two special intentions: healing and peace. In Jesus' Name. Amen. A good friend once told me not to count the days until school/work begins, and I am abiding by that advice. Each and every day is a blessing, whether I'm working or playing, I'm grateful for both. I wish this for you as well. Here are some thoughts I had while doing various activities this summer: ...I like everyone... ...I am a professional, after all... ...my reaction time is diminishing, that's a good thing... ..."caras vemos, corazones no conocemos,"..."faces we see, hearts we don't know"... ...when will this be over?... ...will this matter in a day, next week, in five years?... ...am I an effective teacher?... ...NOT counting the days... ...this book store is amazing...I bet I can buy some Christmas gifts here...maybe I won't wait until Christmas... ...enjoy... ...he's cute... ...he's h-o-t...a biker with short blond hair, decent build, tall, no tats that I can see..."Hello, excuse me,"...nice smile...just yummy... ...for every good-looking, single or married guy, there's a woman who has to put up with his b.s... ...where will this path take me?... ...that cake was delish!... ...what, I have to pay for parking AND there's no breakfast included? What a rip!... ...while Carlton puts the chairs away I think I'll eat the rest of this frosting...thanks for doing that Carlton... ...always satisfying to see good friends... ...Lord, help me... ...Jesus is always with me...wow, always... God bless ya!

What is appropriate?

Hello www, Heavenly Father, bless all the eyes reading this blog: with health, happiness, and L-O-V-E. Thank you Lord for the remission of Olga's cancer and that she no longer needs chemo. Thank you for blessing Carlton with a much needed good paying job. Jesus, please change the hours he's going to work to some that are better suited to him, ie 8 - 5. But only if it's Your Will. A special intention for Bob, you know which one, Lord. In Your Name. Amen. Being single, I think I can safely say marriage is a challenging relationship. I know friendships are hard work, but I think a marriage is even harder to maintain. Having said this, please know I am pro-marriage all the way. I pray often that all marriages are strong and long lasting. Since I am single, though, I wonder about the boundaries of marriage. For example, I am good friends with a few married couples - both the husband and the wife - and I am always respectful-mindful that 'this guy is married,'; the wives of these men are women I greatly respect and admire. I do not even entertain thoughts of flirting with husbands. So for me, boundaries with husbands are a non-issue: my friendships with husbands is appropriate and even fun. But I've heard stories of women who blatantly flirt with husbands, regardless of the presence of the wife. Even if the husband mentions the wife, these women seem undeterred. Indeed there are women who pursue married men. Sometimes these women are married, sometimes they are single. What is up with this kind of behavior? AND, for women who are single and have friends that are married, what is appropriate behavior for you? Let me give you an example, if you are a wife, how do you feel if your husband watches a movie with your single/married girlfriend, when you are out of town? What if your husband were to meet a co-worker who happens to be single, or married, for breakfast? What if the single/married friend wanted to take your hubby to get his car that's been in the shop? This last one I think is inappropriate. That's a wife's duty. But marriages aren't 'cookie cutter' relationships - they don't all fit a mold - so I think a lot of these situational examples depend on the couple. I know wives who absolutely will not let their husbands meet with single or married women, on a one-on-one basis. Are these wives insecure? Not necessarily, though that may be part of the reasoning, but maybe these wives know just how precious a marriage is and will do anything to protect their bond, their covenant with God. (Let me also mention that if a wife is highly insecure about her husbands friendships (to the point of trying to control the husbands every move) with females, married or single, then there might be a greater issue that needs to be looked at, possibly in therapy.) I think wives/husbands are all too aware of how some single or married men and women aren't to be trusted with their mates. Yes, it does take two people giving 100 percent of each other to a marriage for it to work, but where do single/married females, or males, fit into the picture? I honestly believe a married couple needs to have friends outside of the marriage; now that doesn't mean they can't have friends who are single, or married, does it? And husbands, what would you think about your wife getting together with a single/married guy for a drink after work? Okay, so post your thoughts, I'm listening and can't wait to read... God bless!

More information needed

Hello www, Thank you Jesus for continually showing me You are beside me in all of life's trials and tribulations. Special intentions for everyone, whatever their needs may be Lord. In Jesus Name. Amen. Last night I saw the movie "Public Enemies," with one of my favorite actors, Johnny Depp. I liked it. I like films that are historically based, even if Hollywood does add it's touches to it, which unfortunately, is typical. It was amazing to see an airplane from the 1930's. What a wonderful piece of machinery. Nice subtle touches like that throughout the film really bring out the time it was taking place, which is 1933, two years into the Great Depression. Johnny Depp delivers a believable "John Dillinger." Dillinger is a charming and classy criminal. He doesn't hurt civilians and he only takes money from the banks, as opposed to money from the individuals who are in the banks. What I found interesting about his character was that he was a 'one woman' kind of guy. He chooses a beautiful dark-haired woman, Billie, played well by actress Marion Coltillard, to be 'his girl'. He is faithful to her. In fact, in the previews when they show Dillinger with a couple of women at a movie theatre, I am surprised. I would have thought Billie would have been with him. But the reason he can't be with Billie is because she is in jail...At any rate, I've titled this blog 'more information needed' because on first glance, when you see Dillinger with these other women, assumptions are made. Just like in life, we think that what we see is what is. When if we really take a closer look, that's not what's happening at all. But then you really need to be close to the 'characters' in your life to understand what's happening, and where every one's loyalties are, and who is in love with whom. "Public Enemies" has romance on a couple of levels: Dillinger, certainly is a romantic figure. He gives his coat to women he's used as a human shield to get out of robbed banks. He loosely ties up his victims so they can get free and back to safety. He sang to one of his captives. Then there's the romance between Billie and Dillinger. The viewer wants them to be together. They have a genuine affection and understanding between them. What are you waiting for? Go see the film for yourself, and then comeback and add comments. I'd like to know what you thought about the film too. God bless.

Vessels for the Father's Grace

Hello www, Happy Fourth of July to those of us who are Americans. Heavenly Father, bless all the eyes reading this blog and help them in any You see fit. In Jesus Name. Amen. There are some things going on in my life at the moment that I find I can't put into words, not just yet anyway, so my faithful readers will need to just bear with me as I feature a wonderful piece of homily Msgr Don Fischer, from St Josephs parish in Richardson, Tx where I attend mass, wrote in our weekly bulletin. This is from Msgr's "Pastoral Reflections" the Fourteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Cycle B. Enjoy. We are designed, it seems to me, to be instruments of bringing power and strength to the world. As God works through us, we accomplish something we cannot do on our own. If we can surrender to that, then we can open ourselves to the very simple notion that the healing and its effectiveness, the love we want to give people, is not something we produce or do. It's something that flows through us. I know if we walked up to Jesus and encountered Him in a place where we could just talk, I would want to ask Him: What does it feel like to be a figure who is able to do great things? I think he would look at me very sincerely and honestly and say, "I don't think that makes me so special because it's just coming through me; it's not me who heals people, who frees them from their sins, give them new life, or enables them to walk or to see. He would say, "It all comes through me from my Father. He's the healer. He's the one who brings life to everyone." Jesus doesn't see himself as super-successful in the eyes of the world. In fact, the truth is that the life of Jesus involved so much suffering and so much rejection that there is something in this we need to be able to embrace and understand as part of the process. The effectiveness of our living a life where we are true instruments of God's grace is to get past our egos, our self-centered sides - and to truly become instruments. God bless!

One of my favorite jokes...

Hello www, Thank you Lord for your continual blessings on my family and friends. In Jesus' name. Amen. My blogs have been a little too serious lately, even for me!, so I think I'd like to share with my readers one of my favorite jokes. I hope you laugh. It always makes me laugh. I can't let you off that easy, though; there has to be a lesson learned (ever the teacher! he he) in this joke, what do you think that lesson is? :) There is no right or wrong answer, just something to think about when you finish reading. The Pope vs. Moishe About a century or two ago, the Pope challenged the Jewish community of Rome to a debate. The Jews looked around for a champion who could defend their faith, but no one wanted to volunteer. It was too risky. So they finally picked an old man named Moishe who spent his life sweeping up after people to represent them. Being old and poor, he had less to lose, so he agreed. He asked only for one addition to the rules of debate. Not being used to saying very much, he asked that neither side be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed. The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Jews win." An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger, to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground, showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?" Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe, amazed that this old, almost feeble-minded man had done what all their scholars had insisted was impossible. "What happened?" they asked. "Well," said Moishe, "first he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here." "And then?" asked a woman. "I don't know," said Moishe. "He took out his lunch and I took out mine." God bless!

A Gentle Soul wrapped in a Big Personality*

Hello www, Thank you Lord for good fathers - here on earth and in heaven - and even for fathers who fail/failed their children in some way; they are/were doing the best they can/could. May the children who are disappointed by their fathers find a way to peace. For the fathers who have passed away by some tragedy and have children, may the children be filled with a spirit to fight injustices, and a greater sense of compassion, instead of being filled with revenge and hatred. In Jesus' name. Amen. After hearing of the museum shooting on Wednesday, June 10th, I was, just like everyone else, in shock. An 88-year-old man has no business doing stupid, insane, outrageous acts of pure hatred. The devil had his soul already though. It is in instances like this that I know we have an real, live, enemy, and I'm talking about the devil, in our streets. The devil is constantly looking for souls that are waiting to be overrun by him. When the details of what happened started to unfold, one moment I couldn't stop folding and unfolding, is the one where Johns was doing his job, being the kind, caring, individual he was, seeing an elderly man entering the museum, and John's only thought was to help this man come into the museum, just to be shot to death for his benevolent act. I can't imagine the horror of being in the act of helping someone and getting literally shot for it. I wonder if Johns saw the rifle evil held in it's hand? It was an immediate shot, as if Evil was expecting John's humane act and knew to shoot it down. I cry for this tender spirit our world has lost. Mark Twain once said, "Let us endeavor to live so that when we die even the undertaker will be sad." I think Stephen Tyron Johns did just that. I have talked about this incident with friends, and mentioned how I thought lives were probably saved because Johns was shot first. That sound, from one eye-witnesses account on a morning talk show, was like 'someone dropped a large stack of papers,' alerted the other security guards and allowed them to take the shot they needed to incapacitate wickedness. I don't know Johns personally, but I read an article from the Washington Post that helped me get a better idea of who he was: "Opening the museum door was a final gesture of goodwill for a man who had long opened his own door for friends, family and anyone in need. He was a "care bear" who despite the imposing mass that made him well suited for security -- 6 feet 6 inches and more than 300 pounds -- "wouldn't harm anybody," said Brian Lennon, a longtime friend and onetime roommate. Lennon, Johns and a third friend, Anthony Harmon, shared an Oxon Hill apartment for five years, beginning in 2002, and they had known one another since meeting at a job training program in 1990. They were like brothers, keeping tabs on one an other's families. Harmon, 36, said they fit together like "puzzle pieces." But in the past couple of years, their lives took different directions -- Lennon got married and so did Johns, for the second time -- and they saw less of one another." The friends had recently gone fishing together, but Johns hadn't caught anything and the friends gave him one of theirs. "He was talking, and we was chilling together," Harmon said. "It was just so exciting that we were around each other." They made plans to do it again on Father's Day." Johns and his second wife had recently bought a house closer to Johns' mom and step-dad, AND to his son by his first marriage. Father and son had begun hanging out more since they lived close to each other. "Johns was attached to his job, Harmon said. "It was the best thing that ever happened to him," he said. "We'd do things, and he'd say: 'I can't stay out too late. I've got work in the morning.'" "He was just a delightful colleague, a wonderful individual, a great professional and a very dedicated security officer," said Sara Bloomfield, the museum's director. "But I would say, above all, what a personality. . . . He just had one of those personalities that you couldn't avoid." When Johns decided to be licensed as a "special police officer," which permitted him to carry a handgun on duty, his friends laughed at him, Harmon said. He was too sweet a person for people to imagine him getting into an altercation. "We said, 'You don't need a gun, man,' " Harmon said. Johns explained it to Harmon this way: "It's not really about the gun. I want to step up careers a little bit." *the title for this blog came from the Washington Post article, which has also been quoted in this blog. There is a fund for Johns' family, if you'd like to donate: -- Checks payable to USHMM Officer Johns Family Fund may be mailed to USHMM, 100 Raoul Wallenberg Pl. SW, Washington D.C. 20024. Contributions can also be made by calling 877-91USHMM (877-918-7466) from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. or going to the museum's Web site. -- Wackenhut, Johns's employer, asks that contributions be made by check or money order payable to Zakia Christina Johns in care of WSI Wachovia, 4440 PGA Blvd., Palm Beach Gardens, Fla. 33410. -- Checks payable to the American Jewish Committee, with "Holocaust Museum Memorial Fund" on the memo line, should be mailed to: American Jewish Committee Washington Chapter in care of Melanie Maron Pell, 1156 15th St. NW, Suite 1201, Washington D.C. 20005. Donations will also be accepted at the AJC Web site. God bless.

Hello www, Lord Jesus, help all those who are in need of hope in their lives. Thank you for the many prayers you answer, and for the blessings bestowed on us all. In Jesus Name. Amen. The school year is over, and as I write these words, I know I'm 'free' from teaching, at least until the Fall...But I'm not enjoying this freedom too much at the moment. I'm thinking about the students I had this past year. The year that just ended was among my most trying. I feel like I let my students down academically. They did well on the state tests, thanks be to God, but I wonder if there was another way I could have pushed them even farther. In my 10+ years that I've taught, I think the only other time I've felt this way about a class was when I first began my career as a teacher. I usually feel good about my students, but for some reason these students haunt me. 'My girls,' as I lovingly called them, were sweet and funny...what will they take with them from me academically as I send them on their continuing journey through school, and life? AA, who was goofy and funny, didn't listen to me. It was as if she was in someone else's class when I gave instructions, or taught a concept. She tried hard, but still couldn't grasp what was going on in Math, or Reading. She acted like she understood and then went to her desk and did her work incorrectly. This stumped me. Her handwriting was always neat and she took her time in doing her class assignments, but she took too much time copying something from the board, completely missing the point of the lesson. This was a constant area of contention between us. She got to where she was good at delaying doing the work I wanted her to do because she was writing so neatly and carefully. I made phone calls to mom, and it would get better for a little bit, only to return to where she was in a few weeks. When I ate lunch with 'my girls,' AA made me laugh the most. She had hilarious imitations of a movie star, or a singer. She is Charismatic...Charming. I couldn't reach her academically. Then there was BB. I am NOT for medicating students, and I am not one who recommends medicine every chance a student misbehaves in my class, but BB was an exception. Easily distracted, putting his head on his desk often, shutting down on me when he didn't get a correct answer, or a good grade. I thought the parents should put him on meds for ADD. Of course by law a teacher May Not even offer the suggestion. We are only allowed to hint. I did hint. The older brother went to our school and by the time he was in sixth grade, the parents put him on ADD meds. He was a completely different child. SO, when I spoke to the parents about BB, I mentioned the older brother and asked if mom saw any similarities in the two brother's behavior. She didn't get the hint, and the child went unmedicated. He too has a great sense of humor. As teacher's we are told if we bond with our students, ie have lunch with them, spend time with them during the school day, even for a few minutes each day, the students will want to succeed. The bonding with us will make them want to accomplish great things, since they want to please those they like. I went out of my way with this year's group to 'bond' with them. Any 'off duty' days I had free, I ate with either the boys or the girls in my classroom. Regardless of behavior, etc., they could have lunch with me. 30 min of pure conversation about anything, a time to be silly, a time to get to know each other. When it came time to give awards at the end of the year, my class had the lowest number of achievements. Sure, they are bilingual students, but their bilingualism is an asset; it's just not revealing itself now... Sigh. I continue to reflect on this past year and do my best to remember what I can change with next year's students. How I can be better for them. This year is over, but my thoughts and prayers will go forward with these students. My prayer is that my class this year taught me something: be better, strive to be better each year, do things differently, change things up, and be open. God bless.

World Tour Questions Answered :)

Hello www, Lord, I am thankful I am alive and healthy, for the health of my mom, family and friends; Lord, thank you also for all the blessings you have bestowed upon me, my family, friends, and the world. Jesus, bless all of us with a greater openness and awareness of the incredible beauty and care you have for each of us in our lives, everyday. For those looking for work, Jesus, please give them the patience and perseverance to know You are in control and will bless them with an even better position than they are dreaming of, in Your Name, Lord. Amen. Mike Davidow has finished his blog from his trip around the world, but I am still curious about his trip, and what he saw -besides wanting to hear his 'written voice' again- so I 'conjured' up some questions for him to answer about his trip. What was your favorite part of the trip and why? The favorite part of my trip was when I first landed in Murcia, Spain. Prior to landing there I had only traveled to English speaking countries. When I landed in Murcia everyone only spoke to me in Spanish. I can remember the cab ride from the airport, the receptionist at the hotel, the TV, and the conversations from everyone in the square and bars all in Spanish. It was around 11:30pm and the square was alive with kids and families like it was 11:30am on a Saturday. I remember walking from the hotel to the square that night almost like I was in a dream; totally out of my comfort zone, totally new, but knowing something strange, new and wonderful was going on. For me, that's when the trip really began. Who was the most memorable person you met and why. The most memorable person I met was a Scottish guy named Morgan from Scotland. We met at a hostel in New Zealand and got to be pretty good friends. He was one of the craziest people I've ever met but also one who was fullest of life and had a wisdom that was far too often shadowed by his humor. His lasting words for me were, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." People surprised me all the time, but he was the biggest. Where are the prettiest women from? AMERICA! (A no-brainer, especially now that I plan on living here for good and am still single. :) ) What was your most spiritual experience? A tie between my last day in Santa Fe, NM and visiting Pope John Paul's grave at St. Peter's. In NM I had said a few prayers in the oldest chapel in America and also the Loredo Chapel that has the "Miraculous Staircase," which are both in Santa Fe. It wasn't until I reflected afterwards in the square that I felt God's Love. I remember seeing an amazing harmony between the people in the square and nature and how beautiful everything looked. It was a time to really live in the moment, and thank God. At Pope John Paul's grave it hit me really hard. At first all I saw was the crowd of people standing around or praying in a circle. The closer I got the more light I saw, and finally saw this clean, grey, bright tombstone with his name on it. There were also purple flowers and candles. It inspired me to be near his grave, made me want to be better, try harder and do the best I could. It was almost like he was saying that when I was standing there. Saying something like, Do the best you can and remember I love you for who you are. All in all it was a beautiful feeling of love. What would you say to someone who is about to embark on a trip similar to yours? On a practical level - don't spend too much too early in Europe and make sure you have somewhere to stay for free when you get home since you will be broke (thank you Mom and Dad!). Keep in touch with your family and friends back home to keep you real, but get to know the people from the places you visit the best you can to help you grow and learn. Keep a journal and take a ton of pics. What was a common thread in all of the places you visited? Everyone wants to be happy. Everyone wants to love and be loved for who they really are. Did you find there were unspoken rules about traveling? What were they? Don't steal other people's stuff(even though some people did though it was rare) and don't ask everybody about their trip. People got sick of telling everyone where they were going. I personally didn't mind but other people would like to talk about what they were doing that day or about other interests. What memory do you find yourself thinking of the most now that you are stateside and why? Oddly enough my most frequent memory since I've been back is stateside. It is my drive from San Diego to Los Angeles. The weather was beautiful, the landscape stunning, the pacific ocean glistening with the help of a setting sun, cool beachside houses and shops, thinking about the great weekend with my sisters, and proud at making it back to the USA; all played to the soundtrack of the new U2 album. It may have been the highest point of my optimism too. Now, with the job search still in full effect, that optimistic memory is more valuable than ever to keep me persistent and enthusiastic on my job hunt and move forward. What surprised you most about your travels, with the people you met, the places you visited? How much people like to cook and walk. I feel like us Americans do so much eating out and driving. What was not surprising at all? People still like to eat out and drive if they have a car:) Best food memory. First meal in Cairo at local restaurant. Delicious, nutritious and totally new with great company. Best beer memory. Gotta go with Oktoberfest. The Father at the house I was staying at sharing his beers with me my first night in Germany is also up there. The funnest group of people were... IRISH. Drink, sing joke and play music. God bless you, Mike! Thanks for answering my questions. God bless you, reader, for reading.

Memphis

Hello www, Thank you God for all answered prayers. In Jesus' name. Amen. I take communion to the homes of the elderly - sometimes not so elderly - from our church on a fairly regular basis. This is highly rewarding in and of itself, but when I'm also fortunate enough to bond with some of these lovely people, it is truly a providential experience. One such lady that my mom and I are close to is named Lucy. Lucy has a precious grand-baby named Memphis. Memphis turned three this year. She showed us a video of Memphis' first visit to Dallas. He is an adorable, independent, and intelligent child. He is fiercely self-reliant, refusing any kind of help. He can feed himself with a utensil: he learned to poke his food and then turn the utensil so that it fits in his mouth. He is well-mannered and knows certain words like, "Why?" and "Where are you pa-pa?" (his name for his grandfather) Watching him eat cantaloupe made me wish I could hug him tightly. Another moment showed him lying face up on the couch with his t-shirt crumpled a little bit underneath him, revealing a nice, round tummy I wanted to tickle. He climbed up on his grandma's reclining rocking chair and oscillated. Now, you may think all of things I've mentioned aren't very unusual, but what I haven't mentioned is that as a baby Memphis had Bacteria Meningitis. This horrific disease took sweet little Memphis' arms and legs. Lucy told us that the doctor who had to cut away the disease - taking Memphis' limbs with it - came out of the operating room crying. (I can't imagine having a job where removing a baby's arms might be something I'd have to do.) Mom and I immediately loved Memphis when Lucy told us about him, without seeing his photo, but when we saw the above video, we were enchanted. Memphis has artificial limbs and when he's back in Atlanta with his father, Memphis will continue learning how to use them. I am forever changed by meeting Memphis: grateful everyday for my health, and the health of those I love; Lord, thank you for children who are healthy, and please heal those who aren't. I ask myself how God could let something like this happen to such a phenomenal little boy, and the answer returns to me in something I heard from the father of a disabled child, "Children with disabilities are God's way of seeing how others react to these children." If you would like to donate money to help defer some of Memphis' medical bills, and/or take a look at this cute, cute, little boy, check him out at: http://www.memphislynnlafferty.com/ God bless you!

Wanna bet?

Hello www, Some heartfelt prayers for the following people: PW, whose mother has gone to be with the Lord; Jesus, may P feel your presence beside her and take comfort in knowing You walk with her during this difficult time in life, and always; Lord, please help us find a cure for cancer; for all marriages, newlyweds, engaged couples (you know who you are!), and single people - for an openness and awareness to God's guidance and love in our lives; for all children - for their safety, for their health, and happiness; special intentions for CO, BG, NA, SC, JL, VV, ON, JR, JI, VG, PJ, DB, CB, OF, SN, AE, BK, JD, and LH-ES - You know our needs, Lord, Your will be done; for anyone who I said I'd say a prayer for - and for those who have no one to pray for them - may God hear their prayers, and if it be God's will, give them their heart's desire; for peace in all families, and, as always, our gratitude to You, God, for the constant outpouring of blessing on our lives. In Jesus' name. Amen. I like going to places I shouldn't. !!! Casinos. I happily stood amidst a mildly uncomfortable, cold atmosphere, where dimmed lights and the ding-dinging of slot machines pushed against me. At the core of my amusement the sense of sin - no, sinning - loomed. Remember when a Catholic is born our guilt is securely attached to our souls. The Great Guilter - GG - as I affectionately call my 76-year-old mom - ingrained in me at an early age that 'having fun causes woes.' Mom means no harm, literally, with this notion; she wishes for me what all parents want for their children: the preservation of good thoughts, kind actions, and pure, clean love: naivete, basically. Sadly there is no innocence in a casino. We play for greed and power - out of stupidity. I spent $7. Spent? I should have just torn open the lid of a huge garbage can and tossed my money in it. This is the woe my mom is warning me against. A whole dollar, all of it, lol, went to a fancy-silly slot machine. $6 was lost faster than a flash from a digital camera in a Black Jack game. Those $7 could have been exploited wiser, perhaps on a poker game. Kidding. After I lost on the Black Jack game, I walked away wondering what I could have done differently, or if I even had a chance to win. I am no psychologist, but maybe that's how addictions begin - a tiny, seemingly inconsequential action - $7 lost, big woop - can turn a person with a more vulnerable personality into a full-blown, I'll-pawn-all-I-have, I-know-I-can-win gambling addict. Sometimes temptations comes to us and sometimes we go to temptations. I read somewhere on a dream interpretation web-site that if a creature, monster, anything awful, is chasing you, you are to stop running, confront it, and ask it what it wants. I believe this advice is also applicable to our real-life demons. Christ was tempted in the desert. We can expect to be lured by sinful occasions as well. With God on our side, though, we will have the courage to ask our monster, "What do you want?" and with God's grace respond to the answer in a life-affirming way. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhddddddddddddd bless!

May is the Month of Mary

Hello www, Mother Mary, please bless all Mothers: this month and always. We are thankful for our mothers and all they do for us. In Jesus' name. Amen. May is the month of Mary, mother of us all. Blessed Mother 3/18/08 “Your mother is going to be fine.” As a five-year-old I heard these words and was comforted. Worried about my mother’s back operation taking place the next morning, I instinctively knew it was Jesus’ mother who spoke to me, and almost immediately after hearing these words, peaceful sleep overtook me; the operation was indeed a success. At my birth, my father brought my mother a statue of Mary. She is white, surrounded by blue roses, and standing with her hands together, praying. Through every move I’ve made, not just physically, but mentally as well, Mary is with me. Yes, Mary is mostly a Catholic figure, but I think she transcends being Catholic. Before mentioning more sobering thoughts on Mary, let me be silly: I think the Blessed Mother enjoys football. I imagine her smiling when she watches a game because she’s pleased that football promotes a prayer to her. I mean really, what should you do when all else fails, in football as well as in life? Simple, say a Hail Mary, of course! Christ’s mission began before He was born, with Mary’s unquestioning ‘Yes!’ to God; had she not agreed, we might have waited a long time before Christ’s appearance among us. She modeled for us what it means to truly trust in God’s plan. We as a people, not just Catholics, can relate to certain elements of the suffering she endured. I certainly am not proposing that our sentiments are felt as deeply as she felt them, or that we could ever genuinely comprehend what she experienced, but they are universal human situations nonetheless. Mary is an unwed mother. Realizing this about the Blessed Mother makes me more compassionate toward unwed mothers. Not that they are carrying the Christ child, but I appreciate the fact they have a sacred life inside of them. Now, whenever I see pregnant women, I pray a Hail Mary for them. Ever heard of an Amber alert? Well, when Jesus was twelve and remains behind in the temple - unbeknownst to Mary and Joseph who have departed from Jerusalem - they think He is in their party with their relatives - no Amber alerts in Jesus’ time - imagine the anxiety Mary must have had when she grasps the fact He wasn’t with anyone in the caravan. The relief she felt when she found Him. ‘Good parents’ probably experience this kind of anxiety, albeit on a smaller scale. I personally have only witnessed Amber Alerts, but I feel badly for the people involved, pray a Hail Mary for them, and implore the Blessed Mother to return the child safely. It isn’t only the parents experiencing the loss of their child and praying for their safe arrival; family members and friends are also praying fervently for their safe homecoming. Then there’s the worst possible situation for a parent to witness: the death of their child. Maybe through alcoholism, a car accident, disease, drug abuse, suicide, or war…No parent ever thinks they will outlive their children. It’s not supposed to be that way. And yet, here is Mary, Jesus’ mother, seeing her son in agony, pain, and the sword piercing her heart as well. The highly redeeming part of this tragedy is most certainly the resurrection. But be aware too: Mary herself is present when horrible circumstances happen to us. Take time to think of the Blessed Mother in those moments you feel most alone. Chances are she can relate to your situation as Your Mother, and will do everything she can to help you; all you need do is ask. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you/thee. Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death, Amen. God bless!

FtW - 2nd annual visitation to seven churches

Hello www, Happy Easter everyone! Heavenly Father, thank you for our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We couldn't do half the things we do in our lives if it weren't for Him and You in our lives. Thank you for continually blessing each and everyone of us. In Jesus' Name. Amen. When my mom moved in with me four years ago, I didn't realize how much of a blessing she is to me, and I don't know why I didn't want to fulfill more of her wishes until now. But then everything in God's time, right? I am in a place spiritually now where I appreciate my mom and her life. I get it. Mom has off/on always mentioned the ritual of visiting seven churches on Good Friday. It's a Polish tradition and is supposed to be done on Tr evening, when adoration takes place, but since mom is older, and we have mass on Tr night until 9p, we decided to go on Fri. This year we went to Ft. Worth. (Last year was Dallas.) It was a nice day. I noticed more of mom's mannerisms on our drive too: she would flinch if she thought I was too close to a car, or if a car was too close to ours. Not to mention semis! Oh my! The scariest of all to be around, so I would whip around them as quickly as possible. We prayed a rosary, then listened to Christian rock music (mom actually enjoys it as much as I do) as we traversed the city. First stop: downtown Ft. Worth - St Pat's cathedral. The wind was a bit chilly. The Cathedral was gorgeous. Homey. We prayed a few prayers - as we would throughout the day at the various churches we were going to visit - and then go to the next church. Second stop: St Andrew's. This church is close to TCU and the zoo. Mom and I were surprised to find it wasn't open. I waved down the custodians who were in the midst of cleaning, explained 'our mission,' and they let us in to the church. Third stop: Furrs. I know, this isn't a church. :) Mom wanted to eat Furr's delish catfish. We took a little longer finding Furrs than I anticipated, but were soon on to our Third stop: St. George. Mom and I hadn't ever heard of St. George. This was the only church we were to visit that had a tiny gate at the altar. Made mom and me wonder if communion was given to parishioner's kneeling at the gate. I liked this idea; the cathedral my mom got married in El Paso was like this one. Same kind of vibe here too: it was like coming home. Sometimes mom would pray as I snooped around the church. I found a bathroom, but more importantly, I found a wonderful CD by Fr. Corapi for a donation of $3. I left a check (for more than $3) knowing mom and I would listen to the CD when we got back to the car. We did and it is Fantastic! Fr. Corapi is speaking specifically about the Passion of our Lord, and what it means to suffer. Fr. Corapi's own story is fascinating: he was wealthy, then he became a drug addict, then was homeless, now to priest. Just amazing. He decided to be a priest at 39. "Late in life." Fourth stop: St. Bart. This was a difficult church to find! Wow! This put us even further back on time than I expected. I wanted to be leaving FtW around 3p to avoid traffic, even for Good Friday I knew there would be a little, possibly a lot. Now I put us at leaving FtW closer to 4p...We did eventually find it, of course. But not before I stopped at a gas station and asked for some help with the directions I had obtained from mapquest. When we arrived, a prayer service was going on, and mom settled in quickly to join them, and then say some prayers of her own. I stood at the back and waited for the prayers to be finished before joining my mom. Fifth stop: Holy Name. This church was also closed, but was beautiful from the outside, which made not being able to enter somewhat bearable. It's set on a hill with a delightful view of FtW. Lots of trees, really green. There was a cave set up where two statues are enacting the scene in the bible where the angel is asking the Blessed Mother to be Jesus' mother. In the back of the church there was a sweet patio area: I imagined families gathering after mass to chat with friends. Maybe even wedding receptions, etc were held there. It was complete with bar-b-que grills. Six stop: St Rita. We missed a prayer service as we pulled up. The church was closed shortly after. I took a photo of the outside. The parishioner's were kind and invited us back on Saturday for a prayer. Seventh stop: a Vietnamese church. I had not planned on visiting this church, and didn't even know it was there had my mom not said excitedly, "Deb! There's another Catholic church! Let's stop." I thought it was closed as well, but mom's eagle eyes saw there were cars in the parking lot. After a brief U-turn, we pulled up to the church, and, sure enough, they were open. The parishioner's were so kind to us! They showed us around their wonderful premises. Mom and I stopped in to say some prayers and I took a photo of their statue of Fatima - who looked like she was going to speak to me at any moment. I also took a photo of the church on the outside. As we were leaving FtW I thought, "It is nice to see how each church offers up it's building to honor God; they each have their own personality. How brilliant ALL sacred spaces are." We ran into a bit of traffic leaving FtW, but once I was on 190 it was smooth sailing home! :) God bless!

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Stations

Hello www, Heavenly Father bless, guide and help everyone in the world looking for work, for all marriages, for all engagements, for singles everywhere, for everyone I said I would pray for, and thanks for all the blessings you bestow upon each of us. In Jesus' name. Amen. I can't possibly leave out mentioning the Stations of the Cross before Lent ends this coming Easter Sunday. I've always thought the Stations are the most thought provoking, reflective prayer we have as Catholics, and for some reason this Lenten season they seemed even more so, and I can't really say why, other than I feel God opened my eyes to concentrate more on them AND to Digest what I'm praying... For those of us who are Catholic but don't know much background history about the stations, I'm posting some info I found on http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15569a.htm and for those of my readers who aren't Catholic, my hope is to introduce you to this wonderful prayer. *inhaling*Okay, here goes: Way of the Cross (Also called Stations of the Cross, Via Crucis, and Via Dolorosa). These names are used to signify either a series of pictures or tableaux representing certain scenes in the Passion of Christ, each corresponding to a particular incident, or the special form of devotion connected with such representations. They are usually ranged at intervals around the walls of a church, though sometimes they are to be found in the open air, especially on roads leading to a church or shrine. In monasteries they are often placed in the cloisters. The erection and use of the Stations did not become at all general before the end of the seventeenth century, but they are now to be found in almost every church. Formerly their number varied considerably in different places but fourteen are now prescribed by authority. They are as follows: 1. Christ condemned to death; 2. the cross is laid upon him; 3. His first fall; 4. He meets His Blessed Mother; 5. Simon of Cyrene is made to bear the cross; 6. Christ's face is wiped by Veronica; 7. His second fall; 8. He meets the women of Jerusalem; 9. His third fall; 10. He is stripped of His garments; 11. His crucifixion; 12. His death on the cross; (a longer pause is given at this station, of course, and when you are meditating on the other stations and then come to this one and pause, it is Very Powerful) 13. His body is taken down from the cross; and 14. laid in the tomb. The object of the Stations is to help the faithful to make in spirit, as it were, a pilgrimage to the chief scenes of Christ's sufferings and death, and this has become one of the most popular of Catholic devotions. It is carried out by passing from Station to Station, with certain prayers at each and devout meditation on the various incidents in turn. It is very usual, when the devotion is performed publicly, to sing a stanza of the "Stabat Mater" while passing from one Station to the next. The short phrases from Stabat Mater enhance the devotion. Everything about the stations comes together. In another entry I will attach pictures of the Stations of the Cross. If you feel moved by the spirit, you can pray the stations right now at http://www.ourcatholicfaith.org/stations/menu.html. (Interesting to note, at school the students are given 'stations' - work to do either at their desks or on the computer - so now when I say "Here are your stations," it will take on an added meaning.) May God continue to be felt long after Lent has passed us, and may the lessons we've learned during Lent stay with us and be an inspiration for our behavior the rest of the year. Gaaaahd bless us!