Christmas inspiration.....

Love your photo....just as I imagined you.

 

I tell non-believing friends-n-family: "The moment after your "Last Breath"; if some guy who looks like Jesus reaches out to you .... Reach Back!!"

GOD SAVE ALL HERE ... including our idiot family & friends!!

 

I don't have a wide social circle as I tend to keep myself to myself, but I am constantly amzed by the amount of people I know who are very depressed or suicidal or commit suicide. In work I notice how many of my co workers who are deeply unhappy. This specially hits home with young people who have the whole rest of their lives in front of them. Some of them comment that they think I am a little nuts for being so happy all the time and are amazed when they hear my awful singing above the office buzz.

For me this is one of the greatest proofs of God's existence ; that He can be a source of such constant never ending joy. Pope Bendict commented on this and said what draws people to Faith is Joy.

This is so specially true at Christmas time when the whole world seems to dance before our eyes.

 

There is a general opinion in work, especially among the young ones that I am more than a little nuts, I am so happy. I take this as a great compliment.

Everyday a new creation and a blessing.

 

We're not all here cause we're not all there.....but we're getting there. I put Irish songs on utube for one of my patients and we sing at the top of our voices. I am sure staff and other tenants think we are nuts. I like my own company too.

 

I love to sing Joe and I hope in heaven God will give me a voice that does not make children shriek and dogs cover their ears.

The angels sing, so should we. Full hearts cause songs.

That's what I tell my poor dogs.

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Poor dogs. Its only half deaf old folks and infants who let me sing. Plugged ears and painful expressions discourage me....but sadly don't stop me always. Anyway, enough...back on thread. Now what was that? Ah yes, inspiration.................................................................

 

On the night of Our Saviour's birth, where would you rather be?

Outside the stable, listening to the Angels beautiful hymns and witnessing the glories of that night?

or inside the stable next to Mary and Joseph, experiencing the odours of the animals, the poverty, the uncertainty and the need, and witnessing the crys of the Holy infant?

Padre Pio's words of comfort, to a soul who suffers!

 

A light hearted but o so true message in this video. What really caught my attention was the name of the cat- I'm sure forum members will relate. Sort of tells the story here this year. I think we all can relate to the cat- a few "fires" and calamities on the forum this year. But, it's a place of sharing and giving.

http://aleteia.org/2015/12/26/mogs-christmas-calamity-video/

 

awww beautiful

 

To funny Miker !!!! Love the symbolism

this needs a place in the Daily chuckle.... its timeless in my book

 

I think singing from the heart is beautiful even if croaky and off-key. Thats what makes the old folks and infants smile, the heart in it.
Dont ever stop Joe, your voice is part of the infinite choir and God would dearly miss it if you became quiet.
God bless you brother Joe,
pcj.

 

Maybe Joe and I could form a choir for the tone deaf! I also love to sing, but not many like to hear . But it doesn't stop me. I have to laugh that on Christmas Eve Mass this year I was belting out the beautiful hymns standing next to my 14 y/o son who was growing increasingly embarrassed by his old man. As any parent knows, that only increased my motivation to sing even louder. . Now b/c tge hearing is also not what it once was I also miscued on some of the Mass responses which added to sons red face! It reminded of a magnet my dear old Mom had on her refrigerator... (She had a wicked senses if humor): "live long enough to avenge your children" . How I miss Mom, but now completely get this. Peace

 

This Ad is based on the true story...........

 

Beautiful
Made me cry

 

I can relate to this very much, took me too long to realize how lucky it is that I am not mr popular in the place I work.

 

When I was little, my mom once told me "sing loud so they cant hear me".
In all innocence I asked her if I should sing with her or with everyone else. "With them! With them!" she cried.
She still sings "perfectly" off key, her own little tune. When we get the rare chance go to Mass together, I sometimes quietly sing along with her.

 

Our crib in Morrinsville.

 

I see all the straw is gone...