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Technology has made a lot of things possible for us. We do things faster than we ever did before. We have been able to cure illnesses, reach other planets, and create things that we never thought possible. Why can’t it be the same for our spiritual needs? I remember when Princess Diana died, Buckingham Palace set up a website where people who cannot be in England to lay flowers over her grave site, send notes of sympathy and write about their memories of Princess Diana. I believed that the notes were placed on a capsule to be entombed as a memorial to her.

Now there is a site where you could immortalize a memorial for a loved one. Registry of Life is a website created exactly for that purpose. You can leave a legacy of your loved one, interact and share with the people who remember them and want to keep that memory alive. You can customize the design of the memorial depending on what interests your deceased loved one enjoyed while they were alive. It could be a way for us to share our grief with one another and remember the times we shared with our loved one who had passed.

I was in shock and grief-stricken when Princess Diana died. I was living on the West Coast at the time and remembering the moment when I first saw the news on TV. I couldn’t even imagine. The only way I could share my grief was through the website they setup and it was definitely helpful in many ways for me to grieve.

Registry of Life will be the vehicle that most of us could share most specially nowadays when relatives and friends are transplanted all over the globe. It is a medium for all of us to share our loss with each other. What’s more, you can create it for free. It doesn’t cost anything to register your loved one. Time heals all wounds they say but with it comes sharing, and grieving. Share you love for your loved ones who has passed through the Registry of Life. It will be a step closer to full healing.

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A very touching email chain that I received today. Hope it brightens your day…

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.

“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”

“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little

“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”

The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”

” I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.”

“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago .

“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly.

“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.”

“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. ”

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.”

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost…one dollar and eleven cents….plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you’ll keep the ball moving!

I may not have have been able to tell you about my story before. I am a victim of child sexual abuse. I had an adopted brother who sexually abused me as a child. I was only seven. The abuse went on for about five years. I couldn’t tell anyone about it because I felt like it was my fault. I tried so hard to hide it and it caused me pain in the long run. I carried that burden for 18 years until I met a Catholic Irish monk that walked me through the pain and carried me over to recovery.

You see, I was lucky. I only walked with the pain for 18 years before I found help, accidentally. Without that monk, I will still be carrying that bitterness inside me today.

Children needs protection. Child abuse is such taboo that it is talked about too little. We have to put the word out in the open so everyone is aware of its dangers. I was abused inside the home without anyone knowing that it was happening. The person that did this to me is someone that my parents brought home from an orphanage to help him live a normal life, yet what he did to me is unthinkable. No one would have ever thought that someone you helped with open arms will do this to your child.   But it happened.  Parents, please be conscious of whom you leave your children with. Children are abused every day inside their own homes. Unless this cycle is broken, we will have children growing up with broken emotions, unable to love, unable to function. Some hide it well but the damage is there. So please, I beg all of you to be cognizant of your children’s surroundings. A person you trust, could be a person you shouldn’t trust. Always keep your eyes and ears open…

My Gay-Christians.org blog has been around as the rest of my blogs but I haven’t put much attention to it of late because I have been very busy taking opportunities in order to earn some extra cash. I do like to update this blog more often than the rest of my blogs as this is the reason why I got started blogging anyway.

I visit quite a few blogs that provide insight and inspiration to me. I am all for leaving a legacy in this world and making this world a better place. There’s a lot of hate and a lot of greed going on in the world today that if we, as people strive to do one small thing - could make a big difference as a whole.

I’ve connected to many bloggers in the blogosphere. They are sinners, saints, priests, whores, intellectuals, and not-so-intellectuals. Needless to say, I’ve met a bunch of them and all of them have weaved something in my life that will forever be remembered. Just a Thought is another blog that I think would be a blog that I would visit often. He describes his blog simply like this, “The blog contains my short reflections about Life in general which I hope would, in one way or another, serve as a source of inspiration for you or trigger off some thoughts of your own in the contemplation of the mystery that is Life. And I hope you would also share these thoughts here so that we can all learn and grow together as we strive to leave this world a better place than what it was before our humble existence.”

I think that it is very noble and with our very short time here on earth, the best thing is that he lives in Singapore! A country that I visited just a few months ago. He provides a short glimpse about himself in his blog:

I am a Catholic Flexitarian Singaporean who dreams of “hero-ising” the world - making heroes of everyone I meet by showing them their vast potentials as well as responsibilities in using their gifts and talents for the betterment of the world; and in the process, find meaning and fulfillment. In my free time, I devour all kinds of books ranging from spirituality, theology, philosophy, history and economics to quantum physics, psychoanalysis, medical science and near-death experience to counselling, motivation, marriage and romantic love. I am happily married to my beloved wife Lynn Tessa since 2001 and we are enjoying family bliss with our newborn son Xavier in Sengkang, Singapore.

Being that I am a Catholic and Christian as well, I do relate to him.  It is nice and refreshing to know that there are still people out there who try their best to keep the world together.  More power to you and let me join you in making ‘heroes’ by pointing out the potential in them.  You are on the path and I want to follow you!

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A reader sent me this and it brought a smile to my face.  I always tend to forget to look at the BIG picture.  I usually mind the small details and it’s never worked.  I hope everyone is having a great weekend.  You all are blessed!

GOD BLESS!