Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and enkindle in them the fire of your love.
Lead: Send forth your Spirit and they shall be created.
Response: And you shall renew the face of the earth.
Let us pray. O God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit, did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant us in the same Spirit to be truly wise and ever to rejoice in His consolation. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
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For some reason I pressed a wrong button on my laptop and was led to Gen. Douglas MacArthur's prayer for a his son.
I have a similar prayer framed downstairs in the basement wall.
I made it into a bookmark giveaway for Lilli's baptism.
The words of this prayer I was led curiously to seek just now are very similar to the one I have and is also attributed to the general.
But, reflecting on today's first reading, which is also called the Hymn of Love by St. Paul, is quite inspiring.
If one can move mountains and yet have no love...you are nothing.
If you are like a cymbal, creating a clashing noise, and yet without love...it is all useless.
Love indeed is the be all and end of all.
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Today, I stand in another cross roads for my life.
One if I continue will have some weird and negative comments from people around just like from someone close to me.
But, it is something I have to do, not 100% what I want to do.
I guess, that is part of being an adult...the path of self actualization is long and winding.
Before we achieve them, we have to conquer ourselves first.
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Today's Kerygma Daily Bible Reflections:
https://kerygmafamily.com/modules/dailyreadings/read.php?date=2026-09-16
The guide questions:
What are the benefits you receive from being a disciple of Jesus? How do you share these benefits with others?
Has your heart been hardened? Has your neck been stiffened?
Is your love mature? What “childish things” do you need to put away?
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Last weekend was give away weekend here in Winnipeg.
It is done twice a year.
One in spring and the next is in fall.
When Marina announced it, I was nonchalant about it since one part of the basement is still in disarray.
I have not got to putting it back in order.
Ruel is still busy with passing a course that he is not able to remove the big dry wall panel and many other construction materials in one side of the basement.
And, he also has parroted to me when I am protesting anymore potted plants which he is eager to bring in.
Enough stuff!
But somehow, when he picked me up from St. Ann church last Sunday, I saw someone bring out a small round table and two chairs, I said, maybe, that is the laptop table I need.
Ruel had to go to bring Mari's car to the repair shop and said, he could not drive for me.
I was about to get into a petulant childish mode.
But, when he came home an hour or so later, he said, he could drive for me.
When we returned to Ferry road, it turns out it was not for giveaway, the person was just dusting off something from the table, that is why he brought it along the sidewalk. His small round table with two chairs in stripped canvas was back in their small porch.
So instead, we went around the neighborhood and found two wonderful treasures.
So, now, as I write, my laptop is perched happily on a pedestal wine rack.
So happy!!!!
And my orchids have a new shelf with nice bamboo slats.
So happy!!!
Thank you Lord for small answered prayers.
Thank you as well for big miracles!!!
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
A Father Prayer by General Douglas MacArthur (May 1952)
Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee ?and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.


















