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A Wedding Weekend

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My friends Emmanuel and Megan got married this weekend. It was one of those wedding ceremonies that was just absolutely beautiful. Rather, the couple looked beautiful. Yes, the church looked nice and the reception hall looked lovely, but they really shone. Emmanuel’s smile is very engaging, but to see him on the day of his wedding was a very new thing indeed. Contagious was his smile and his joy made me happy. he had the look of someone who had been on a long journey and had found his oasis when the sun had nearly burnt him to a crisp. Megan too had a sweet and joyful smile and her eyes truly sparkled with a freshness and zeal that I truly admired. I could see the face of God in their faces, and that gives me great hope and peace for the light that the two of them will bring to the world. I truly wish them all the best and my prayers are with them as they begin a new and gorgeous life together!

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It rained every day for a week.
We had pots and pans and cans
everywhere there was a leak.
The sheet rock in the living room
came down in one big sheet
on the couch,
and the TV,
and you and me.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

We put every dime we had
in that old car,
but it’s getting hard to count on
’cause it’s getting hard to start.
We’re better off to walk these days
if it ain’t all that far
to the place
we gotta be,
you and me.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
Remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

Well, I hear their callin’
for a hurricane.
And I don’t think this old house
can stand another drop of rain.
Forget evacuation,
that ole car won’t stand the strain,
but we’ll make do.
We’ll make it through,
me and you.

I’ll tell you what we need to do:
Remember that above the clouds
the sky is always blue.
And if I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.

If I was a bettin’ man,
I’d tell you what I’d do.
I’d bet it all
on me and you.
~Michael Reno Harrell


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My Beautiful Lady

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A little story about Jane and June…


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Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

http://sethadamsmith.com/2013/11/02/marriage-isnt-for-you/

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A Father’s Love

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The other day, I was riding my bike down Packard. The sun was squinting through some big puffy clouds and the weather was fairly mild for the winter. There wasn’t a spot of snow on the ground, so I was riding gently along admiring all the things I passed.

As I was coming up on one particular parking lot, I noticed a very tall thin man in a black coat and hooded sweatshirt. He was facing partly away from me and I took note of him because his back was arched over while he walked. It looked very strange to me. However, as I drew nearer to him, I realized that in his left hand was a small toddler’s hand. The toddler had on a fluffy pink coat that made her look like a little pink marshmallow. He was bent over so that this girl (who I assume was his daughter) could walk with him.

I was nearly past them when the little pink marshmallow pulled her daddy’s hand down nearly to the ground and she seemed to be concentrating on the ground in front of her. This big dude just went right along with it, and was as patient as a saint while she studied the ground with deep earnestness. I slowed my bike a bit to see what she was looking at.

She gently reached on the ground and picked up an old maple leaf. Then, she brought it close to her face as if she was taking in every detail. Very gently she motioned for her dad to take the cold wet leaf. She placed it in his hand and he brought her up to his face for a kiss. I kept riding.

That small moment in time made me think about a father’s love. The love that man had for his daughter radiated to me, a random passerby. It definitely looked like he was arching his back in a very painful way so that his daughter could walk alongside. I thought about how I might have caused my own dad pain in trying to walk upright in this life. But I also saw the love of his daughter. A leaf that might mean nothing to the rest of the world suddenly had a lot of meaning for that dad because it was a gift from his daughter. I thought about what gifts I might have given my own dad that might not have much meaning outside of his and my little world. These things kept me thinking about a father’s love in general.

A father’s love has to be malleable, durable, and strong. A father’s love has to be gentle, patient, and kind as well. I think that I don’t always know how best to show love, but a father’s love always shows the best and brightest.

Lauren Aquilina – Fools

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Lauren Aquilina’s first official music video:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uodUCtmCRME

You can buy her CD on iTunes. Here’s her web site: http://www.laurenaquilina.co.uk/

Let us keep alive the flame of thought and love; they are one and the same flame. Let us communicate to those around us the desire to understand and to give (and also to receive). There are too many walled-up consciences.
~Abbe Monchanin


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My friend Mossy asked me for the lyrics to this song, and that reminded me what a good/sad song it is. I believe it is an original song by the Mickey Finns, and also that it is a true story. Anyway, I thought I would share it with you all.

She was a Catholic. He was a Protestant man.
And they both came from Belfast, divided by tanks and barbed wire.
Brought up in the Troubles on two religious beliefs,
but they both loved each other despite of what they might face.

Oh, to be brought up on two different sides of the fence,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men.

Every night, they’d meet by the old shoe factory wall.
They walked the canal bank to a place that they called their own.
They talked about marriage and raising their own family.
And for a short while, they held each other tight.

Oh, to be brought up on two different sides of the fence,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men.

One night, he lay sleeping all alone in his bed.
His door was kicked in by three armed and masked men.
They shot him three times in the head and once in the chest.
His only crime was the lovin’ of a Catholic girl.

Oh, to be brought up on two different sides of the fence,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men.
Oh, to be brought up on two different sides of the fence,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men,
Separated by concrete, tanks and freedom fighter men.
~The Mickey Finns