Thoughts on Jesus

Thinking of a song written by Cory Asbury... this goes dedicated to my mother whom I admire with all that I am. I love you mom.

"You are my hope, you are my song, you are my life, you are my salvation.."

Jesus is our hope... for every morning when we wake up and we feel that the burden is so hard to take it. He is our hope for every night, too, when we wonder if the next day would be like the day that has just gone by. Jesus is our hope for our every minute, for our every second of our lives. He is hour hope also for our darkness. He comes. He shows up. He is never late. He is our hope for our kids and future generations. He is taking care of that. He is our hope for when humans, even our own family, fail us once and once again. He is also our hope for when we are joyful and rejoicing. All the time, He is our hope.

Jesus is our song...for when we can't remember the melody or rhythm of life anymore. He is our song for when what surround us does not evoke any melody at all. He is our song to helps us sing again. He sings to us every day if we can listen. He is our song even for when we are singing, because He gives us reasons to sing. Jesus is our song.

Jesus is our life. He made life possible for us in every sense of the word. He makes our lives worth living for. He brings life when all we can see is a valley of death. Do we really realize how deep and true is this? There's absolutely NOTHING more besides Him. He has given us all we have, including a heartbeat. He has changed our eternal destination from death to life for ever. He promised that He WILL heal us and make us new. It doesn't matter how He would do that, what it really mattes is that He will do it! Jesus is our life.

Jesus is our salvation. He saves us from ourselves. He saves us from our selfishness and our weaknesses. He saves us from our desire to control everything and not let Him guide us to the best path. He saves us when we are tired of fighting on our own. He even save us in our deepest joy. His first nature is to save because He is love. His love saves us. Simple. Deep. Let's let this true sink on us. Jesus saves and the only and true salvations comes from Him. Jesus saves.

AMEN

Script for Theater Class

“Coffee Shop”

Characters: Lady- Gentleman

Lady enters the coffee shop. She is wearing a black, medium-length skirt with a white blouse. She also has a white hat in her head.

Lady: (speaking quietly to herself) I wonder what should I drink today? Coffee sounds good, but...

Gentleman: (interrupting her) …But a coffee with company sounds even better, right?

Lady: Oh, hi... well, that wasn’t what I was going to say...

Gentleman: I realize that, but since the moment you entered this room and I saw your big, bright smile I really hoped I could have a drink with you.

Lady: I am not sure. I don’t usually drink coffee or any type of drinks with strangers... I... (Mumbles)

Gentleman: I understand. Could I, perhaps, ask you to accept my invitation for this time? I promise I am harmless. I won’t hurt you.

Lady: Ok. Just know this is an exception. I might never see you again.

Gentleman: Deal. I am honored milady. Please take a sit (he gets the chair for her).

Lady: Thanks gentleman. I appreciate your kindness.

Gentleman: How could a man not be kind to a woman like you?

Lady: What is it with a woman like me?

Gentleman: Please excuse me milady for what I am going to say, but a woman with such a beauty like yours could not be unnoticed. Your green eyes are free grasslands. The smell of your brown hair is like the perfume of a thousand roses. Your smile is melody to my heart. I could go on, but I do not want to embarrass you. Please accept my apologies If I did.

Lady: Oh Mario, of course that I am not embarrassed! You are such a helpless romantic!

Gentleman: My sweet Rita, how can I not be romantic after being married to you for 20 years? I love you darling.

Lady: I love you too honey. Let’s go home now.

THE END

Un Nuevo Tiempo

07 de setiembre del 2008

La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa suavemente soplaba sus cabellos marrón oscuro. Sus ojos miraban fijos al horizonte. La comisura de sus labios no esbozaba sonrisa alguna. Sentada con una pierna encima de la otra en un banco color marfil estaba. Para ella el tiempo y la gente en ese momento no pasaban. Estaba triste. Y su corazón latía al son de una melodía de dolor. Dolor puro que recorría sus venas. Tristeza que si alguien la observara bien podría notar. No estaba pensando en algo específico, pero sentía aquella tristeza. Sus ojos estaban húmedos, pero no lloraba. Y en esa quietud sólo podía, como un vívido recuerdo, como un gran sollozo, como un eco en la montaña, cruzarse por su mente: su nombre. El nombre de él. Su amado. Al que amaba con todo lo que era. Y el dolor punzante se hacía aún más real. Era tiempo de entender. Tiempo de entender el nuevo tiempo. El día había llegado. Los muros habían caído. Mientras más sufría más real se hacía un reflejo. Reflejo divino. El cielo se había acercado. La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa soplaba. Muy por dentro ella sabía que el tiempo de cambiar ya había llegado.

Cercana Distancia

Ha llegado. Inevitable y dulcemente se ha quedado. Profunda está. Ya había anunciado su entrada triunfal la fresca y tímida luna. El silencio no puede acallar lo que hoy siento en mi ser. Ni lo más oscuro y denso podría ocultar el amanecer de esta noche.

Cada paso es un segundo que me aproxima. Vivo el presente. Entiendo que no necesito tu cercanía para sentirte cerca. Que la distancia me atrae a ti.Que la noche es día en este corazón enamorado. Que la luna es mi cómplice, mi amiga. Que tus besos me acompañan en esta brisa que ya se ha hecho totalmente mía. Vivo. Puedo respirar la misma esencia de este amor en la libertad de mi alma. Por dentro todo es luz aunque a mi alrededor se anuncien tinieblas. Es porque sé que estás a mi lado. Porque puedo sentir tu mano suave alrededor de la mía. Tu abrazo cálido inundándome de amor. Porque tu mirada me cambió la vida hoy sonrío en esta distancia que sólo puede acercarme más a ti.

Algunas lineas

"Porque vivo cuando vives, porque vivo lo que vives, porque sueño contigo.. por eso, te amo…"

Estas podrian ser las lineas de una poesia.. Una poesia mas.. tal vez.. Una poesia diferente, quiza..

Esta noche me inspira.. El silencio profundo en mi me invita a buscarte.. Desde lo mas recondito de mi ser te quiero amar.. Como un ave que al fin encuentra su hogar, asi te necesito. Cual amanecer surge en mi un nuevo canto.. la sinfonia inicia sus primeras lineas.. y todavia no lo termino de creer.. Brillante fulgor, tibia sensacion, intenso sentir.. porque vuelves.. porque estas aca.. y es verdad,.. Quiero decir todo lo que siento pero es inevitable callar. Callar para reconocer la verdad. Acaso no puedes escucharla? Puedes escuchar sus ecos y risas? Quiere salir, siempre ha querido corer porque siempre ha sido libre. Yo no intentare deterla. Esta vez, no acallare sus susurros, no. LA dejare libre y entera.. que recorra lo mas profundo de mi alma y visite todos mis temores.. esta vez solo mirare asombrada y dire intensa y silenciosamente: Si es posible, es posible volver a amar.

Tonight

Sometimes the road feels lonely, like tonight. Lonely, but not because of friend's absence or joy's absence. I am walking through this waters of the unknown. I discover once again how fragile I am. Desires of something more than this reality invade me. Isn't this real life? or.. is this just a dream? I want to live, I need to live, I desire more. Memories of home make me feel nostalgic. I don't understand why my soul asks for more. Isn't this enough? I long for your embrace, oh God. I need you tonight, I need you right now. Please come and satisfy me. Hungriness is now my reality. Come God, make me new.

Who am I?

She wipes at her tears and says, "Help me, Duke, help me remember who I am. Or at least, who I was. I feel so lost." ....
"You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strenght to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things."
(The notebook)

Who are we? I wonder.. Are we just souls that live in this world always wanting something better?
Who am I? I ask myself over and over again.. and the silence in this room answers.. I just want to be someone that love others with all my soul.. I wanna live with passion every day of my life.. I want to give everything and die knowing that I enjoyed life.. that I lived.. yes, I lived..
Everything I am is because of Him, my God and Creator.. He is the reason why I live and want to enjoy life at the most.. HE made me the person I am today..
Who am I? I wonder.. and quietly, today.. Jesus answered me.. You are mine..