It makes me sad

Sometimes it makes me sad when I walk in the streets these days, you know?

It makes me sad to see so many people walking and buying stuff they really can´t afford...

It so sad that they don´t even know what they´re celebrating.

Well I know! And sometimes I wish I could rise myself up high in the sky and scream out what I know:

We celebrate Christmas because we celebrate the beginning of God´s precious plan for human kind, Jesus´ birth.

He, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords came to born here in our dirty and dark planet to live as human, the only perfect human and then die for each one of us...

The amazing thing is, we deserved to be on His place, on that cross and yet He died for us and He´s alive.

He raised from the dead and went away to heaven again so we could believe in Him, repent from our sins and have the eternal life he offers...

THAT´S AMAZING!

I would gladly give up every single gift I got this Christmas because I HAVE HIM! I have God in my life and Jesus in my heart! I need nothing more.

It makes me sad when I walk in the streets these days, you know?

John 3:12-17 (New International Version, ©2010)

¹² I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things? ¹³ No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.^[a] 14 Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up,^[b] 15 that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.”^[c]
 16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. ¹⁷ For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

Taking part in Monday´s Potluck

Rare and unexpected friend...

Thank You, God.

You´ve blessed me so much during this year.

You gave me more than what I needed,

You kept my family safe

and You gave me new experiences,

new friends.

Thank You, I really apreciate my new friend.I´ll take good care of him, I promise.

How did you know he would help me to know You more?

How did You know he would be such a blessing in my life?

You must be very wise.

Thank You, Lord, for my friend´s life.

He breathes music.

Choir
Originally uploaded by gugolastico

What is he thinking? I wonder as I watch him moving his hands up and down in perfect timing…
Is he thinking about the voices?
Is he thinking about the notes?
Is he thinking about the inexpert pianist?
Is he thinking about the public?
About the children?

Maybe he is unconsciously thinking of all that, trusting on what he has been working all this time.
Is he just simply enjoying?
He must be…
Haven´t you seen his face?

He breathes, inhales and exhales music… How I wish I could do that myself.
Each part of him: skin, hair, lips, and hands are covered with music, as if each note had life on its own creating a beautiful harmony with his life.
Such a perfect union that cannot be seen with eyes but with the heart and the soul, not heard with ears but with the whole body.

I wonder... does he know how much we admire him?
Does he know what he means to us?
He believes in us, he´s been part of our lives.
He is a musician, he has a great heart and he inspires us to keep going ahead.
The concert is over. Claps, an ovation to the master and children.

For our friend David M.

Picture: Gugo

Story: Lu Ann & Gugo