Have a Blessed Day
Pray for my weakness
Fr. Antonious Abba Moses
THE GOSPEL TREE
There once was a shining Christmas tree, standing out where all could see.
Its brilliance captured every eye and seemed to cheer each passerby.
"The lights are so bright," they would say and hesitate to walk away.
The tree stood proud ablaze with light for every light was burning bright.
Then one bulb was heard to say "I'm tired of burning night and day; I think I'll just go out and rest for I'm too tired to do my best; Besides, I am so very small
I doubt if I'd be missed at all."
Then a child lovingly touched the light "Look, mother, this one shines so very bright.
I think of all the lights upon the tree this one looks the best to me."
"Oh my goodness," said the light "I almost dimmed right out of sight. I thought perhaps no one would care ff I failed to shine my share." With that a glorious brilliance came
for every light had felt the same.
Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree with little lights which are you and me. We each have a space that we must fill with love, and lessons and good will. Let's keep our tree ablaze with light with testimonies burning bright. For our Gospel is a living tree that lights the way to eternity.
Its brilliance captured every eye and seemed to cheer each passerby.
"The lights are so bright," they would say and hesitate to walk away.
The tree stood proud ablaze with light for every light was burning bright.
Then one bulb was heard to say "I'm tired of burning night and day; I think I'll just go out and rest for I'm too tired to do my best; Besides, I am so very small
I doubt if I'd be missed at all."
Then a child lovingly touched the light "Look, mother, this one shines so very bright.
I think of all the lights upon the tree this one looks the best to me."
"Oh my goodness," said the light "I almost dimmed right out of sight. I thought perhaps no one would care ff I failed to shine my share." With that a glorious brilliance came
for every light had felt the same.
Our Gospel, like this Christmas tree with little lights which are you and me. We each have a space that we must fill with love, and lessons and good will. Let's keep our tree ablaze with light with testimonies burning bright. For our Gospel is a living tree that lights the way to eternity.
Today’s Synaxarium: 17 Misra1728
v Martyrdom of St. James, the Soldier
Today we will read chapter 7 from the book of Job at 10:00 PM, May God bless.
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