Will You Believe?

December 25, 2008


The Miracle that Happened still Happens in the Heart that will Believe and Receive the Miracle of Christmas.

I Believe the Miracle of Christmas.
Will You Believe?

The Christmas Hope

December 22, 2008

The world in silence waits the day
When hope shall sing its triumph,
And sadness flee away…

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December 19, 2008

Until the Wright Brothers did what seemed impossible, people were unable to take to the skies. How far we have flown since then! And yet, no flying machine has ever matched the beauty of a butterfly, as it colours the air of a garden with its vibrantly designed wings.


The mystery and beauty of the butterfly lies beyond its ability to fly – it is in its miraculous transformation from a lowly caterpillar. Through its example you discover that the grounded and limited can soar to great heights, the bound and lifeless can be free and vibrant, and the dull and colourless can become beautiful and inspiring. Observe a butterfly, and let it inspire you.

Prayer of the Children

December 16, 2008

This song was originally written to draw attention to the plight of children in war-torn Eastern Europe. It is equally applicable and in fact more poignant when applied also to children who are experiencing abuse, homelessness or serious illnesses such as cancer.

Though we may not be able to cause the wars abroad to cease, we can cause the wars within our hearts and homes to end.

Forgive and love others. Truly these small and simple steps can eventually cause great and powerful strides in the world.

This Christmas… can you hear the prayer of the children?


“The Prayer of the Children”

by Kurt Bestor

Can you hear the prayer of the children
On bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
Turning heavenward toward the light.

Crying Jesus, help me
To see the morning light of one more day,
But if I should die before I wake,
I pray my soul to take.

Can you feel the hearts of the children
Aching for home, for something of their very own?
Reaching hands, with nothing to hold on to,
But hope for a better day, a better day.

Crying Jesus, help me
To feel the love again in my own land,
But if unknown roads lead away from home,
Give me loving arms, away from harm.

Can you hear the voice of the children
Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
Blood of the innocent on their hands.

Crying Jesus, help me
To feel the sun again upon my face.
For when darkness clears I know you’re near,
Bringing peace again

Dali cujete sve djecje molitive?
(Croatian translation: Can you hear theĀ  prayer of the children?)

Can you hear the prayer of the children?