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Prayer Against Death Penalty Leader: Father, source and giver of life, we lift our hearts and voices to you. Help us to build a society that truly chooses life in all situations. Let our response be: Lord, heal our pain. For those experiencing pain and anguish because of violence and crime, Lord, heal our pain. For perpetrators and victims of atrocities who both struggle with anger and hatred, Lord, heal our pain. For our broken world, enchained by the desire for revenge, Lord, heal our pain. For our wounded society misled by the illusion that one must take life in order to defend it. Lord, heal our pain. Leader: Let us say together: Help us to make peace. For our country, tempted to accept violent revenge. Help us to make peace. For the conviction to recognize and uphold the dignity of all people. Help us to make peace. For the wisdom to see poverty, injustice and lack of educational and employment opportunities as likely causes of criminality, ...

everybody wants happiness nobody wants pain but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

There are two nuptial mass schedule for this Saturday, but I asked the help of Rev. Fr. Frederick to attend to the said marriages because I have other masses to attend to on the evening. However, I have a scheduled house blessing, supposed to be two but the last schedule blessing asked me if I could also bless the house of her sister, I obliged since the house is also in the vicinity. On these blessings, the host usually invite me for a simple celebration. I ate on both blessings which keep me wondering what wrong with what I have eaten because this afternoon i felt an excruciating pain in my stomach and experience loose bowel movement. I never experience that pain before. During the evening masses in the barrio, I have really felt the pain that has almost knock me out. I was tempting already to ask to be sent to the emergency room in any hospital near us. Instead I took two tablets of medicine and after the masses I went directly to my room and sleep the pain over without taking anyt...

A Friend send me this email depicting a story told by a son about his mother's lies. I hope you like it. EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry." This was Mother's First Lie. As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could gave me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! ...