Archive for June, 2013

Moving Encore ~ Landfillharmonic

Thursday, June 27th, 2013
天主所創造的一切,都無分貴重,都是有用途的!願上主受讚頌!

【賊】!

Monday, June 24th, 2013
耶穌說:飢渴慕義的人是有福的,因為他們要得飽飫。…..為義而受迫害的人是有福的,因為天國是他們的。(瑪5:6,10)
有一位青年畫家,在還沒成名前,住在一間狹隘的小房子裡,靠畫人像維生。

一天,一個富人經過,看他的畫工細緻,很喜歡,便請他幫忙畫一幅人像。雙方約好酬勞是1萬元。
一個星期後,人像完成了,富人依約前來拿畫。

這時富人心裡起了歹念,欺他年輕又未成名,不肯按照原先的約定付給酬勞金。富人心中想著「畫中的人像是我,這幅畫如果我不買,那麼,絕沒有人會買。我又何必花那麼多錢來買呢?」於是富人賴賬,他說只願花3千元買這幅畫。

青年畫家傻住了,他從來沒碰過這種事,心裡有點慌,花了許多唇舌,向富人據理力爭,希望富人能遵守約定,做個有信用的人。

「我只能花3千元買這幅畫,你別再囉唆了。」富人認為他居上風。「最後,我問你一句,3千元,賣不賣?」

青年畫家知道富人故意賴賬,心中憤憤不平,他以堅定的語氣說:「不賣。我寧可不賣這幅畫,也不願受你的屈辱。今天你失信毀約,將來一定要你付出20倍的代價。」

「笑話,20倍,是20萬耶!我才不會笨得花20萬買這幅畫。」

「那麼,我們等著瞧好了。」青年畫家對悻悻然離去的富人說。

經過這一個事件的刺激後,畫家搬離了這個傷心地,重新拜師學藝,日夜苦練。皇天不負苦心人,10幾年後,他終於闖出了一片天地,在藝術界上,成為一位知名的人物。

那個富人呢?自從離開畫室後,第2天就把畫家的畫和話淡忘了。直到那一天,富人的好幾位朋友不約而同的來告訴他:「老友!有一件事好奇怪喔!這些天我們去參觀一位成名藝術家的畫展,其中有一幅畫不二價,畫中的人物跟你長得一模一樣,標示價格20萬。好笑的是,這幅畫的標題竟然是【賊】。」

富人好像被人當頭打了一棍,富人想起了10多年前畫家的事。這件事對自己的傷害太大了,他立刻連夜趕去找青年畫家,向他道歉,並且花了20萬買回那幅人像畫。

青年憑著一股不服輸的志氣,讓富人低了頭。這個年輕人名叫【畢卡索】。

沒有人能屈辱和打敗你,除了你自己

Dad’s Story

Thursday, June 20th, 2013
心裡潔淨的人是有福的,因為他們要看見天主。(瑪5:8)
DAD’ S STORY
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington, DC, for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change.
As I collected my belongings from the overhead locker, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United customer service representative immediately.
I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.

When I got off the plane, a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr.Glenn, there is an emergency at your home I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.”

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.

By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed.  After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.

The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis.

Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.

Finally at two o’clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken..
He said, “Daddy hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.

By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, when we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed, there was a special spirit about our home.

Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.

The story is not over (smile) !

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down Mommy… I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door?  Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you but you couldn’t hear me.  I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the ‘birdies’ came.”

“The birdies?” my wife asked puzzled.

“Yes,” he replied. “The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”

“They did?”

“Yes,” he said. “One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you “I got stuck under the door.” A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as “birdies”  because they were up in the air like birds that fly.

“What did the birdies look like?” she asked.

Brian answered, “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Yes,” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”

“The baby ?” my wife asked confused.

Brian answered. “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian’s body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, “Don’t leave us Brian, please stay if you can.” As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. “Then what happened?” she asked.

“We went on a trip,” he said, “far, far away.” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn’t seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.

“We flew so fast up in the air. They’re so pretty Mommy,” he added. “And there are lots and lots of birdies.” My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the  “birdies” had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the “birdies.” He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out
on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay.

The story went on for an hour.

He taught us that “birdies” were always with us, but we don’t see them because we look with our eyes and we don’t hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies
help us to do that cause they love us so much.”

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the “birdies.” Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be. 

This message comes from a very special angel, been sent to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go.. Some people become friends and stay a while…leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts .. and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend !!

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present! Live and savour every moment…this is not a dress rehearsal!
Life is too short… Cherish Every Moment
Friends are Angels without Wings

A Burnt Biscuit Never Hurt Anyone But Harsh Words Do!

Monday, June 17th, 2013
真愛歡悅人心,高貴感人:使自己及近人的生活質素提高


“A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but
harsh words hurt”


Life has an expiry date…

” When I was
a kid, my Mum liked to make food for dinner every now & then & I remember one
night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my Mum placed a plate of bread jam and extremely
burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mum and ask me how my
day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.

And I’ll never forget what he said:”Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really
liked his biscuits burned.

He wrapped me in his arms and said,”Your mum put in a long hard day at work
today and she’s real tired. And besides… A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but
harsh words do!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things… And imperfect people. I’m not the
best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like
everyone else.

What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults
and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important
keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt one will do just fine! And
please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life…I just did!

Life is too short to wake up with regrets”…


Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t.

感人的故事和美丽的图片

Sunday, June 16th, 2013
讓我們珍惜及留一點時間陪伴人間及天上的父親,享受父愛的盡馨吧!

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Anita Moorjani

Thursday, June 13th, 2013
生命是一份上主賜給我們一份珍貴的禮物,讓我們常懷喜悅的心,與主一起活在此刻;同時與別人分享主這份大愛!
This is an absolutely fascinating story
Time: 30 mins 55 secs
This is amazing indeed. An Indian women in Hong Kong writes a best seller “Dying to be me”. The book is now published in 28 languages. The author narrates a personal account of death after life and then life after death. She is travelling worldwide narrating her experiences and that now she is a changed women, learning to live life the way it should be lived..

Watch this incredible video.

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幸運餐桌

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013
基督徒的『幸運餐桌』是耶穌的最後晚餐餐桌,讓我們邀請那些貧苦、患病者、心靈受傷者、失意者、迷途者….到基督這幸運餐桌分享這永恆的福樂吧!

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Something Special Happened This Week to Pope Francis

Monday, June 10th, 2013
天主聖神藉著教宗方濟親臨教會,引導我們每一天認識主多一點、愛祂多一點、見證祂的愛多一點!
This week something special happened during Pope Frances’ special audience as he was waving hello to the audience, a dove stood on his hand. It reminds us of St. Francis of Assisi who is shown with a dove in his hand in pictures and statues…

Something Special Happened This Week to Pope Francis

【米蘭大教堂】巧奪天工 美奐美輪

Thursday, June 6th, 2013
信仰的旅程不只是到各大教堂朝聖,而是在莊嚴巧奪天工 美奐美輪的教堂內與主相遇:朝拜、讚頌感謝我們偉大慈愛的天父,讓衪的恩寵更新我們,強化我們的信、望和愛德去成聖自己及聖化他人…傳佈天國喜訊!

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A Litany of Faith

Monday, June 3rd, 2013
在這信德年讓我們每天接近基督多一點、認識祂多一點、愛祂多一點並以基督的眼光看世界…

A Litany of Faith

(Based on the writings of Pope Benedict XVI)

– In faith something meets us that is greater than anything we can think up for ourselves.
– Faith is a new Yes that becomes possible when we are touched by God.
– Faith is the finding of You who bears me up and gives me the promise of an indestructible love.
– Faith means union with him whose power holds us fast and carries us over the elements of death.
– Faith is a breaking out of the isolation of my ”I”, and a resurrection of my true self.
– Faith is reaching that point in which we recognize we need to be given something.
– Faith means opening our hand in trust and accepting a gift.
– Faith involves every domain of our existence: our mind, our will, our feelings, our love.
– Faith entails the shift from dependence on the visible and practicable to trust in the invisible.
– Faith is the opening up of the inner powers of understanding that await the light of Truth.
– Faith is a call to community.
– Faith has to do with forgiving – we can find ourselves only in the receiving and giving of forgiveness.
– Faith must mature by suffering anew, at every stage of life, the oppression and the power of unbelief.
– Faith expands our hearts in hope and enables us to bear life-giving witness.– Faith makes us light – to be a believe means to escape our own gravity.

Response: Lord, increase my faith.

By :Father Peter John Cameron, OP.

Feast of Corpus Christi (聖體聖血) Video

Saturday, June 1st, 2013
主基督是從天降下的生命之糧;誰吃了﹔必永遠愉快地生活!