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Family Pathways "Bail or Jail" Fundraiser
Local Boy Donates Allowance to Support Forest Lake Food Shelf
October 23, 2013--When you were nine years old, how did you spend your hard-earned allowance money? Did you save it for two weeks to bail your mother out of jail? That's exactly what Brady has decided to do.
Diane of Forest Lake is one of the many local residents who has volunteered to act as a "Suspect of Crimes of Compassion" at the upcoming Family Pathways Bail or Jail Fundraiser. In an effort to help her neighbors struggling with food scarcity, Diane is collecting donations to serve as her "Bail" at a mock court hearing at Famous Dave's . All proceeds benefit the Family Pathways food shelf in Forest Lake, which currently accommodates an average of 228 family visits per month.Brady says that he is happy to support his mother's fundraising efforts with a $10 donation because, "Everyone should have a good meal so they can grow up strong and healthy!"
odc, Compassion
Complete in love and compassion. Complete is the connection between body and
mind in awareness with the permanent part of non awareness From here we can
spontanious flood body and mind to become aware of wholeness ; " In love, full
compassion, pure and sereen without effort equal our real nature. I live towards my
body to become aware of the moment of completeness and share permanent
happiness from within with you.
(take a look to the painting to image the scene: The mocking of Christ by Caravaggio)
Twelfth Hour from 4 to 5 AM: Jesus at the mercy of the soldiers (Italian version text below)
"My Most Sweet Life, Jesus, while sleeping, clinging to Your Heart, I often feel the pricks of the thorns which prick Your Most Holy Heart. And wanting to wake up together with You, that You may have at least one who notices all of Your pains and feels compassion for You, I cling more tightly to Your Heart; and feeling Your prickings more vividly, I wake up. But, what do I see? What do I hear? I would like to hide You in my heart to expose myself in Your place, and receive upon myself pains so intense, insults and humiliations so incredible. But only Your Love could bear so many outrages. My Most Patient Jesus, what could You expect from people so inhuman?
I now see that they are making fun of You. They cover Your Face with thick spit; the light of Your beautiful eyes is covered by the spit; and You, pouring rivers of tears for our salvation, push that spit away from Your eyes, and Your enemies, with hearts incapable of seeing the Light of Your eyes, cover them with spit again. Others, becoming braver in evil, open Your most sweet mouth and fill it with disgusting spit, to the point that they themselves feel nausea. And since some of that spit flows away, revealing, in part, the Majesty of Your Face and Your superhuman Sweetness, they shudder and feel ashamed of themselves. And in order to feel more free, they blindfold You with a miserable rag, to be able to hurl themselves, unrestrained, at Your Adorable Person. And so they beat You up without pity; they drag You; they trample You under their feet and they repeat the blows and the slaps to Your Face and over Your Head, scratching You, and tearing Your hair, and pushing You from one point to another.
Jesus, my Love, my heart cannot bear seeing You in the midst of so many pains. You want me to notice everything, but I feel I would rather cover my eyes so as not to see scenes so painful, which tear the heart from any chest. But my love for You forces me to look at what happens to You.
And I see that You utter not a breath, that You say not a word to defend Yourself; that You are in the hands of these soldiers like a rag, and they can do with You whatever they want. And in seeing them jumping on You, I fear You may die under their feet.
My Good and my All, the sorrow I feel for Your pains is so great, that I would like to shout so loudly as to be heard up there in Heaven, and call the Father, the Holy Spirit and all the Angels; and here on earth, from one point to another, to call Sweet Mama first, and all the souls who love You, so that, forming a circle around You, we may prevent these insolent soldiers from drawing near You to insult You and torment You more. Together with You, we repair for all the night sins, especially those committed at night by sectarians, over Your Sacramental Person, and for all the offenses of the souls who do not remain faithful in the night of trial.
But I see, my insulted Good, that the soldiers, tired and drunk, would like to rest, and my poor heart, oppressed and lacerated by Your so many pains, does not want to remain alone with You—it feels the need of another company. O please, my Sweet Mama, be my inseparable company; let us embrace Jesus together, in order to console Him! O Jesus, together with Mama, I kiss You and I bless You; and with Her, I will have the sleep of Love upon Your Adorable Heart.
Vita mia dolcissima, Gesù, mentre dormivo stretta al tuo cuore, spesso spesso mi sentivo pungere dalle spine che pungono il tuo santissimo cuore. E volendo svegliarmi perché tu abbia una almeno che noti tutte le tue pene e ti compatisca, mi stringo più forte al tuo cuore, e, sentendo più al vivo le tue punture, mi sveglio. Ma che vedo? Che sento? Vorrei nasconderti nel mio cuore per espormi in vece tua e ricevere su di me pene così dolorose, insulti ed umiliazioni così indicibili. Ma solo il tuo amore poteva sostenere tanti oltraggi. Mio pazientissimo Gesù, che cosa potevi sperare da gente così inumana?
Già vedo che si prendono gioco di te. Ti coprono il volto di densi sputi, la luce dei tuoi begli occhi resta coperta di sputi; e tu, mandando fiumi di lacrime per la nostra salvezza, spingi dai tuoi occhi quegli sputi. E i tuoi nemici, non essendo il loro cuore capace di vedere la luce dei tuoi occhi, tornano di nuovo a coprirli di sputi.
Altri, facendosi più bravi nel male, ti aprono la dolcissima bocca e te la riempiono di sputi fetenti, tanto che loro stessi ne sentono la nausea. E siccome quegli sputi scendono e mostrano in parte la maestà del tuo volto e la tua sovrumana dolcezza, si sentono rabbrividire e si vergognano di se stessi; e per essere più liberi ti bendano gli occhi con uno straccio vilissimo, in modo da potersi del tutto sfrenare sulla tua adorabile persona. Sicché ti battono senza pietà, ti trascinano, ti pestano sotto i piedi e ripetono i pugni, gli schiaffi sul tuo volto e sulla testa, graffiandoti e tirandoti per i capelli, e ti sbalzano da un punto all’altro.
Gesù, Amor mio, il cuore non regge vedendoti in tante pene. Tu vuoi che noti tutto, ma io mi sento che vorrei coprirmi gli occhi per non vedere scene così dolorose che fanno strappare il cuore da ogni petto, ma l’amore per te mi costringe a guardare che ne è di te. E vedo che non fiati, che non dici una parola per difenderti, che stai in mano a questi soldati come uno straccio e possono fare di te quello che vogliono, e, vedendoli saltare sopra di te, temo che tu muoia sotto i loro piedi.
Mio Bene e mio Tutto, è tanto il dolore che sento per le tue pene, che vorrei dare grida così forti da farmi sentire su nel cielo, e chiamare il Padre, lo Spirito Santo e gli angeli tutti, e qui in terra, da un punto all’altro, chiamare per prima la dolce Mamma e tutte le anime che ti amano, in modo che, formando cerchio attorno a te, impediamo a questi insolenti soldati di avvicinarsi a te per insultarti e tormentarti ancora. Ed insieme con te ripariamo tutte le specie di peccati notturni, soprattutto quelli commessi dai settari sulla tua sacramentale persona durante la notte, e tutte le offese delle anime che non si mantengono fedeli nella notte della prova.
Ma vedo, insultato mio Bene, che i soldati, stanchi e ubriachi, vorrebbero riposarsi; ed il povero mio cuore, oppresso e lacerato da tante tue pene, non vuol restare solo insieme con te, sente il bisogno di un’altra compagnia.
Deh! Dolce Mamma mia, sii tu la mia inseparabile compagnia, abbracciamo insieme Gesù per consolarlo. O Gesù, insieme con la Mamma ti bacio e benedico, e con lei prenderò il sonno dell’amore sul tuo adorabile cuore.
Riflessioni e Pratiche
Gesù in quest’ora è in mezzo ai soldati con animo imperturbabile, con costanza ferrea. Da quel Dio che è, soffre tutti gli strapazzi che i soldati gli fanno, e li guarda con tanto amore, da sembrare che li inviti a dargli più pene.
E noi, nelle ripetute sofferenze, siamo costanti, oppure ci lamentiamo, c’infastidiamo, perdiamo la pace, quella pace del cuore necessaria per fare che Gesù possa trovare in noi una felice dimora?
La fermezza è quella virtù che fa conoscere se Dio regna veramente in noi. Se è vera virtù la nostra, saremo fermi nella prova con una fermezza, non a periodi, ma sempre eguale a se stessa, ed è questa sola fermezza che ci dà la pace. Come più ci rendiamo fermi nel bene, nel patire e nell’operare, così veniamo ad allargare il campo intorno a noi, dove Gesù allargherà le sue grazie. Sicché, se noi saremo incostanti, piccolo sarà il nostro campo, e Gesù poco o nulla potrà spaziarsi. Se invece noi saremo fermi e costanti, trovando Gesù il campo molto esteso, troverà in noi il suo appoggio e sostegno, e dove distendere le sue grazie.
Se vogliamo che il nostro amato Gesù riposi in noi, circondiamolo della stessa fermezza con cui operava per la salvezza delle anime nostre. Egli così difeso starà nel nostro cuore in dolce riposo.
Gesù guardava con amore quelli che lo maltrattavano. E noi, guardiamo con lo stesso amore quelli che ci offendono? E l’amore che mostriamo loro è tanto, da far che sia voce così potente per i loro cuori da convertirli a Gesù?
Mio Gesù, Amore senza confine, dammi questo amore e fa che ogni pena chiami anime a te.
Fredericksburg & Spotsylvania National Military Park
The heroic act of Second Lieutenant Richard Rowland Kirkland during the Battle of Fredericksburg in 1862 was astonishing but awe-inspiring. As a Confederate soldier, he was struck by the painful cries of the wounded, and decided to step out and help the soldiers from both sides despite the potential danger for himself. The causes of war are often complex, but humanitarian hearts can just be simple and unconditional.
IN THIS PICTURE: Blogger Patricia Jones receives a welcome gift from girl at a Compassion International child development center.
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From April 26th to May 2nd 2009, five Compassion Bloggers witnessed firsthand the ministry of Compassion International to the poor of Kolkata, India.
To meet the bloggers and read their posts from Kolkata visit CompassionBloggers.com/India
For more information about Compassion International or to sponsor a child visit Compassion.com.
Visit CompassionBloggers.com to use your on-line voice to speak for children of the developing world.
The Compassion center is the blue building in the background. In the foreground, everyone is just hanging out, talking and making friends with some of the Compassion students.
Acrylic paint and some pastel chalks.18x24."I hope that you will commit yourself to the pursuit of peace-to the practice of tolerance and compassion and be good stewards to our precious earth. I wish you all the courage to have an adventurers heart and a life lived in the moment."-Jessica Lange's closing statement of her commencement speech at Sarah Lawrence College.
This series is about a friend who has breast cancer. My daughter was helping her wrap her arm due to lymphodema.
Today I broke my camera, and this was the last picture I take! :(
Nikon D80 | Nikkor 35 70mm ƒ/2.8 D | FL 35mm | ƒ/8 | ISO 100 | 1/200s
The Compassion Experience is a free event featuring an interactive journey through the true stories of children living in developing countries like the Philippines, Kenya, Uganda and the Dominican Republic.
The experience is 2,000 square feet of interactive exhibit space where visitors step inside homes, markets and schools — without getting on a plane. Lafayette, LA. Friday, Sept. 22, 2017.
Kitsi si the Goddess Of Compassion, wearing germs and Kisses 3000 dress and 365 day gold earrings. She weeps the tears that make the rivers flow again, thta bring with it life and noursihment
Avalokiteshvara is the patron deity of Tibet. When this guy was
confronted with the suffering of the world he was filled
with such compassion that his head burst into eleven heads, and from his body sprang a
thousand helping arms and hands, like a badass empathetic superhero. I didn't count the hands though.
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Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you;
therefore he will rise up to show you compassion.
For the Lord is a God of justice.
Blessed are all who wait for him!
-Isaiah 30:18
Since I'm rushing off to my mother's this morning and won't be able to post an original photo, here's my "Fred museum" of my sponsored child, which I made on en.picjoke.com/. So many fun effects. I've been having such a great time playing around with it!