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| | my degree's | | | Saturday, June 14, 2008 (10:34 AM)
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| | H A P P Y M O T H E R ' S D A Y | | | Sunday, May 11, 2008 (12:25 PM)
(I'm feeling creative) | | | To all you Mother's Of LiveVideo I pray your day is such a sweet delight that you all are bless in more was then one I hope you find what you seek on this day and take the time to see how much you are to your family and friend this day is to be one of the day's for you!.
A mother's love, a Mother's care,
A mother's sigh, a Mother's prayer
A Mother's work, and Mother's day,
Leaves little time for any play.
A godly Mother with godly love,
Is treasure from God above,
A godly Mother with godly above,
A godly Mother with godly care,
Has God's help when she sighs a prayer.
I send you thank's for giving life to some you good and bad I thank you!.
St.Christopher05.
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| | St.Chritopher here wanting to let you all know St.Christopher is my real name! | | | Friday, April 18, 2008 (12:35 PM)
(I'm feeling flirty) | | | I do not feel that I'm any saint!,
Nor do I see my self as any type of angle!.
Nor Do i feel like I'm better then any one!.
What I see my self as 1. A man!.
2.Of God!.
3.A spirit!.
4.A wisdom seeker!
5.A father?
6.A HUSBAND TO MY MATE!
7.A Brother!.
8.A friend!.
9.A artist!
10.A tattooist!
11.A dreamer
12.A Spirit Remote Viewer!
13.A creater!
14.A hater of none!.
My pount is that I am a Man not a saint that's just my real name!,
SAINTS
It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
name
all the saints.
It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
remember
all the saints.
It is the glory
of Christ
that we cannot
count
all the saints.
Saints are found
behind all the rocks
of the
mountain.
Saints are found
among the trees
of the wood.
Saints hide in
blossoms,
ride birds, top clouds;
follow passages
under the
earth.
They sweep the floors
of the universe.
They take out the garbage
of the cosmos.
The seeds they scatter
soften and green the hillsides;
leaves open
their hands;
joyful beasts
wander among trees,
cling to grassy
slopes.
The faithful
cling to the roots
of the saints,
growing up
from the ground.
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| | Wisdom pomes | | | | Tuesday, April 15, 2008 (3:09 PM) | | | A saint is a servant of Christ. A saint is also a conqueror greater than Alexander, who only conquered the world. A saint conquers himself. What does it profit a man if he conquers the whole world but does not conquer himself?
A saint is so open that he can say, with Paul, “I have learned, in whatever situation I find myself, to be self-sufficient. I know how to live in humble circumstances; I know also how to live with abundance” (Phil. 4:11-12). A saint marries God “for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death.” A saint is also so determined, so stubborn, that he will die before compromising the truth, and will write credo in the sand with his own blood as he dies.
I do not know why my name is St.Christopher,
I do not know why I can see what others can't,
I do not know why I am putting this out there,
I do not know why I love to create,
I do not know why I like to help others,
I do not know why pet's will come to me,
I do not know why the elderly come a speek to me,
I do not know why childen like me
And most of all I do not know why Some Call me an angel or saint?
your friend:St.Christopher.
What is a saint? First of all, one who knows he is a sinner. A saint knows all the news, both the bad news of sin and the good news of salvation. A saint is a true scientist, a true philosopher:
A saint knows the truth. A saint is a seer, one who sees what’s there. A saint is a realist.
A saint is also an idealist. A saint embraces heroic suffering out of heroic love. A saint also embraces heroic joy.
A saint is a servant of Christ. A saint is also a conqueror greater than Alexander, who only conquered the world. A saint conquers himself. What does it profit a man if he conquers the whole world but does not conquer himself?
A saint is so open that he can say, with Paul, “I have learned, in whatever situation I find myself, to be self-sufficient. I know how to live in humble circumstances; I know also how to live with abundance” (Phil. 4:11-12). A saint marries God “for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death.” A saint is also so determined, so stubborn, that he will die before compromising the truth, and will write credo in the sand with his own blood as he dies.
A saint is a sworn enemy of the world, the flesh and the devil. He is locked in mortal combat with principalities and powers. A saint is also a friend and lover of the world. He kisses this sin-cancered world with the tender lips of the God of John 3:16. A saint declares God’s war on this world, sinking the cross into the enemy occupied earth like a sword, the hilt held by heaven. At the same time he stretches his arms out on that very cross as if to say, “See? This is how wide my love is for you!”
A saint is Christ’s bride, totally attached, faithful, dependent. A saint is also totally independent, detached from idols and from other husbands. A saint works among these others money, power, pleasure — as a married woman works with other men, but will not marry them or even flirt with them.
A saint is higher than anyone else in the world. A saint is the real mountain climber. A saint is also lower than anyone else in the world. As with water, he flows to the lowest places — like Calcutta.
A saint’s heart is broken by every little sorrow and sin. A saint’s heart is also so strong that not even death can break it. It is indestructible because it’s so breakable.
A saint is Christ’s bride, totally attached, faithful, dependent. A saint is also totally independent, detached from idols and from other husbands. A saint works among these others money, power, pleasure — as a married woman works with other men, but will not marry them or even flirt with them.
A saint takes his hands off the steering wheel of his life and lets God steer. That’s scary, for God is invisible. A saint also has hands that move the world. He has feet that move through the world with a sure step.
A saint does not let others play God to him. A saint takes his orders from the General, not from the army. A saint also does not play God to others.
A saint is a little Christ. Not only do we see Christ through His saints, as we see a light through a stained glass window, but we also understand the saints only through Christ, as we understand eggs only through chickens.
The saints are our family. We are one Body. They are our legs and we are theirs. That’s why their feast is our feast. As Pascal says, “Examples of noble deaths of Spartans and others hardly affect us... but the example of the deaths of martyrs affects us, for they are our members... we do not become rich through seeing a rich stranger, but through seeing a father or husband rich.”
We become saints not by thinking about it, and not (certainly) by writing about it, but simply by doing it. There comes a time when the “how?” question stops and we just do it. If the one we love were at our door knocking to come in, would we wonder how the door lock works, and how we could move our muscles to open it?
Francis of Assisi once told his monks that if they were in the midst of the Beatific Vision and a tramp knocked at their door asking for a cup of cold water, turning away from the heavenly vision to help the tramp would be the real heaven, and turning away from the tramp to keep the blissful vision would be turning from God’s face.
A saint is one who sees who the tramp is: Jesus.
What is a saint? Many people upon hearing this curious word "saint" cringe. To them, saints are one-dimensional, sometimes even vaguely creepy people who are uncomfortable to be around. They have one track minds and are other than human. They exist on a different plane where they have no real appreciation of how ordinary folk live. Saints are rigid creatures who don’t know the agonies and eccentricities of life. Those who feel this way about sainthood are likely to say, with a hint of disdain – and pride – "I’m NO saint!"
Then there are people who think the saints exist in a type of rosy glow. They exude sentiment from holy cards and would be quite at home with sweet Hallmark greetings. To this audience the saints are always kind and gentle and never have a rotten thought. Supermen, but elevated even higher, the saints are miraculous figures whose feet never really touched the ground. People who have this image probably also think of our Lord in rosy glows – eerily adrogynous, with stylized features and a perfect complexion. This is the Jesus whom Dorothy Sayers describes (in the wonderful The Whimsical Christian) as someone whom we have declared and "certified 'meek and mild’…a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies."
If you perceive sainthood as an undesirable attribute or think of saints as one-dimensional shadows of real human beings, you probably have never met,
cantankerous Saint Jerome or firebrand Saint John the Baptist, anxious and tormented Padre Pio or wry Saint Teresa, joke-cracking bishop Saint Laurence O’Toole or achingly grateful Saint Mary Magdalen, brainy and poetic Saint Thomas Aquinas or indomitable Saint Catherine of Siena, moody Saint Augustine, playful Saint Therese or mad Saint John of God. Perhaps you did not know that among the saints there are people who, rather than being meek and mild, are rather ferocious. Among the saints there are also great wits, addle-brained dreamers, foolish oafs, mischievous curmudgeons, radical crusaders, shy artists, and passionate poets. There are housewives and kings, tax agents and lawyers (yes, lawyers!), bakers and brigands.
But in this diverse bunch of souls for Christ, there are common characteristics. All the saints share certain virtues - a yearning for holiness, an intimacy with God, perseverance in prayer, humility of heart, and love of their fellow men and women, that is, charity of soul.
cantankerous Saint Jerome or firebrand Saint John the Baptist, anxious and tormented Padre Pio or wry Saint Teresa, joke-cracking bishop Saint Laurence O’Toole or achingly grateful Saint Mary Magdalen, brainy and poetic Saint Thomas Aquinas or indomitable Saint Catherine of Siena, moody Saint Augustine, playful Saint Therese or mad Saint John of God. Perhaps you did not know that among the saints there are people who, rather than being meek and mild, are rather ferocious. Among the saints there are also great wits, addle-brained dreamers, foolish oafs, mischievous curmudgeons, radical crusaders, shy artists, and passionate poets. There are housewives and kings, tax agents and lawyers (yes, lawyers!), bakers and brigands.
But in this diverse bunch of souls for Christ, there are common characteristics. All the saints share certain virtues - a yearning for holiness, an intimacy with God, perseverance in prayer, humility of heart, and love of their fellow men and women, that is, charity of soul.
SAINTS
It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
name
all the saints.
It is the glory
of the Church
that it cannot
remember
all the saints.
It is the glory
of Christ
that we cannot
count
all the saints.
Saints are found
behind all the rocks
of the
mountain.
Saints are found
among the trees
of the wood.
Saints hide in
blossoms,
ride birds, top clouds;
follow passages
under the
earth.
They sweep the floors
of the universe.
They take out the garbage
of the cosmos.
The seeds they scatter
soften and green the hillsides;
leaves open
their hands;
joyful beasts
wander among trees,
cling to grassy
slopes.
The faithful
cling to the roots
of the saints,
growing up
from the ground.
Saints are not freaks or exceptions. They are the standard operating model for human beings. In fact, in the biblical sense of the word, all believers are saints. “Sanctity” means holiness. All men, women and children, born or unborn, beautiful or ugly, straight or gay, are holy, for they bear the image of God.
Saints are not the opposite of sinners. There are no opposites of sinners in this world. There are only saved sinners and unsaved sinners. Thus holy does not mean “sinless” but “set-apart:” called out of the world to the destiny of eternal ecstasy with God.
I am of the Lord God.
Open your eye's an ye will see.
Truth will set you free!.
What I see my self as a Defender - A helpper of others
A Viewer
A friend to most
A hater of non
A Father
A son
A sinner
A man
A Defender!.
Believe Me - God gave us the wisdom to know
Believe Me - His wisdom is far greater than gold
Believe Me - Our Creator knew us before we were born
Believe Me - By grace we are linked to divinity
Believe Me - His divine beings are there for you and me Believe Me - There is one Creator in the universe
Believe Me - He is Father of the human race
Believe Me - When the world proclaims and honors his name
Believe Me - The world will be rich with compassion and fame Believe Me - When our relationship with God is A-1
Believe Me - God told us I take care of my own
Believe Me - I know that I know that I know
Believe Me - Believe me - Believe me
Father, I've written the things that you have revealed.
I AM an open book that once was sealed.
The things I've seen and the things I've heard.
Are hard to explain and put into words.
I pray for those who wish to believe
Open their mind, help them to receive.
Anoint their eyes to see, and their ears to hear.
For these words are precious, to me very dear.
Lord help us now, united to stand
This corporate body, spread over the land.
Give each Son the Spirit without measure
In earthen vessels, place this Holy Treasure.
Father, glorify thy Sons, O. Please let it be
That in return we may glorify Thee.
Make us shine in the darkest night.
To be a light to follow, glowing so bright.
Father, take the words written from my book,
Use them for Thy glory, help those who look
To see the message that will bring them life.
Sanctify them Holy, make them spotless white.
And now dear reader, as I pray for you
Arise in Him that your trials will be few.
Father, make this one a Flame of Fire!
Separate in them the wheat from the tares!
Until together united in one accord
The Body of Christ recognize who's Lord
As the Light of Christ surrounds them there.
We thank you, Father, that your love we can share.
Father, touch each person who reads this prayer
Open their understanding that they may see
Beyond the words and beyond the pages
See time unlimited, through the ages.
When time is fulfilled and all things renewed
Through the eye of the Spirit, viewed
When every knee has bowed, every tongue confessed
That you are Lord, and nothing less.
Father open their ears that they may hear.
The call of the Spirit, loud and clear.
Open their eyes, that they may see.
Until they are glorified 'ONE' with Thee.
Father, release them now, break off those chains
That bind their Spirit, bringing them pain.
Let the Light to Christ, flow through their being
Until you are all they are seeing.
And now I speak Life, In Jesus Name unto you!
Begin to see Christ in all that you do.
Arise! Now and be made whole!
Make the prize of the high calling your goal.
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
If we can not respect another’s race
How can we expect that race to respect us
If we can not respect others
How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect
No matter who they are
The only way to gain it
Is to start treating everyone
As a friend, a brother, a sister
As part of our extended family
No matter what colour or creed they are
Only then you will start to get
The respect you so dearly crave
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