"Everyone who looks to God, His gracious Hand is upon him."
(Ezra 8:22)
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There's Always Something Left To Love…
Be kind one to another. (Ephesians 4:32)
Tony Campolo writes: "Some years ago I saw Lorraine Hansberry's play, A Raisin in the Sun, and remember a passage that still haunts me!
In it an African-American family inherits $10,000 from their dead father's insurance.
At long last the mother sees the chance to escape ghetto life.
The brilliant daughter sees a chance to go to medical school.
But the older brother begs for the money so that he and his friend can go into business together, and make things good for the rest of them.
The mother gives in.
Well, the "friend" skips town with the money, and the desolate son has to break the news to the family.
Immediately his sister lashes him with ugly words. Her contempt has no limits. Suddenly the mother interrupts her, "I thought I taught you to love him."
The daughter answers, "Love him? There's nothing left to love."
The mother responds: "There's always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nuthin'!
When you starts measurin' somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right.
Make sure you've taken into account what hills and valleys he's done and come through before he got to wherever he is."
Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good?
Well then you ain't through learning, because that ain't the time at all.
It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in himself 'cause the world has just whipped him so.
Picking up the women caught in adultery, Jesus asks, "is there no one to condemn you?" Neither do I, go in peace!!
PRAISE GOD
BLESSED BE THE ONE WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD
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THE SALVE REGINA ( Hail Holy Queen )
Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us and after this our exile show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary!
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