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If my days were untroubled and my heart always light Would I seek the fair land where there is no night; If I never grew weary with the weight of my load

Would I search for God’s Peace at the end of the road; If I never knew sickness and never felt pain Would I reach for a hand to help and sustain; If I walked not with sorrow and lived without loss Would my soul seek solace at the foot of the cross; If all I desired was mine day by day

Would I kneel before God and earnestly pray; If God sent no “Winter” to freeze me with fear Would I yearn for the warmth of “Spring” every year;  I ask myself this and the answer is plain.

If my life were all pleasure and I never knew pain I’d seek God less often and need Him much less, For God’s sought more often in times of distress, And no one knows God or sees Him as plain As those who have met Him on the “Pathway of Pain.”

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea. Only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert island. The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. To find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man’s parcel of land remained barren. After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing. Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming,

“Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”

“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,”the first man answered. “His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”

“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him. “He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”

“Tell me,” the first man asked the voice, “what did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”

“He prayed that all your prayers be answered.”

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of others praying for us.

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Von — long the leading voice of black talk radio in Milwaukee — died of an apparent heart attack.

Von, whose full name was Eric Von Boardley, was 58.

Von was a WNOV radio host. His show ran from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m. weekdays. Before that, he had worked for years as director of operations and a radio show host for WMCS-AM (1290) before the station changed its format in 2013.

Several years ago, he was the co-host “It’s Your Vote,” a weekly show that aired on WISN-TV.

News reports confirm that Von had passed away while on his back porch with his dog shortly before 9 p.m. His body was discovered by his wife, Faithe Colas.

The Spanish Journal sends our condolence to his family and prayers. RIP Eric.

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One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart, for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed, it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud, and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said “Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?, they thought.The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old, scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:

“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

“One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

“The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope,

serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

“This same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old chief simply replied, “The one you feed.”

My son was wheezing and gasping for breath. I had never seen him so sick. His face was pale and his irregular breathing pattern was very scary. I got worried and started to panic. I didn’t even call the doctor’s office for an apppointment — no time to waste!

I just bundled-up my son, David, and rushed him to the doctor’s office. All that was going through mind was “I have got to get the doctor see my son immediately.”

When we reached the doctor’s office, I was not happy because there were so many other people waiting to see the doctor. The nurse checked my son and said he’ll be okay — you’ll just have to “WAIT” for your turn. Easy for her to say — David wasn’t her son. So, I did wait (I had to). My son still looked very, very sick, to me.

Finally, I took a deep breath and started looking at the faces of the other moms and dads in the waiting room. I could see a calm, relaxed and peaceful look on their faces. I guess they all knew that they were at the doctor’s office and that their turn would come, and they had faith that the doctor could heal their child, or at least make them feel better.

When I realized that, I said a little prayer, and I imediately started to feel more at peace too. Just knowing I was in the “waiting room” at the doctor’s office, who I believed could make David bounce back to normal made me feel better, and calmed my panicking heart. I knew that everything was under control, and even my son looked like he was getting better already.

In the same way, if we are worried and restless because of other uncontrollable problems in our life, we should rush to the “waiting room” of JESUS. Yes, we will probably have to “WAIT” there too. But when the time is right, He will take care of all our needs.

We panic when we try do everthing on our own and are far away from HIM. So, get closer to HIM by going to HIS “waiting room,” through prayer. When we pray and “WAIT” upon the LORD we can definitely feel the peace and security that only HE can provide. JESUS is the only one who can truly help us. Besides that, HE knows our every “true need,” and He will nerver fail us.

Just close your eyes and open your heart and feel your worries and cares depart, Just yield yourself to the Father above and let Him hold you secure in His love-

For life on earth grows more involved with endless problems that can’t be solved.

But God only asks us to do our best, Than He will “take over” and finish the rest-

So when you are tired, discouraged and blue, there’s always one door that is open to you, and that is the door to “The House of Prayer” and you’ll find God waiting to meet you there-

And “The House of Prayer” is no farther away than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray.

For the heart is a temple when God is there as we place ourselves in His loving care-

And He hears every prayer and answers each one when we pray in His name “Thy will be done”-

And the burdens that seemed too heavy to bear are lifted away on “The Wings of Prayer.”

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, they serve some sort of purpose; teach you a lesson, or help figure out who you are, and who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be: your neighbor, child, long lost friend, or even a stranger who, when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life, in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you, and at the time they seem painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize, that without overcoming those obstacles, you would have never realized your potential strength, or your hearts desire.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, as well as experiencing sheer stupidity; all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, whether they be events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a paved straight flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet who affect your life, and the successes and downfalls you experience, create who you are, and even the bad experiences can be learned from; in fact, they are probably the poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them; for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart…

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love, and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment, and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again…

Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high…

Hold your head up, because you have every right too. Tell yourself you’re a great person and believe in yourself… for if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.

Create your own life and then go out and live in it! “Live Each Day As If It Were Your Last… Tomorrow is Not Promised.”

The Lutheran Church located on 55th Greenfield with the leadership of Pastor Press Hoffmann and a very caring congregation have been working alone side with the Milwaukee Homeless  Veterans  Services  (zip 53214) every Tuesday from 8 am till 10 am with for the food pantry.  Also every Thursday from 8am till 10am the church makes a breakfast were our veterans and who is in need can come, feel like at home and have a meal, as well as clothes, free books and with the collaboration of different entities brings what is need it help.

Volunteers in the kitchen serve you with a smile; some volunteer their music talent remembering the MUSIC IS LIFE GIVING. Available resources for the veterans, library, and dessert table, barista, Legal Clinics from Marquette at different dates that also volunteers their time.

Over 100,000 meals for the last 4 years has been served and before breakfast there is inspirational spirituals words, and I quote:  “We are here to LOVE not to convert them” , setting aside political agenda letting  the Peace of Christ reach beyond the walls of war. No angle and a bridge to relationships as conversation as human contact, giving to people without restrictions.

“In the Gospel of Mark”, as I continue speaking with Pastor Hoffman:  “talks about the early stages of Jesus ministry” He saw what the need was, saw the void, what could he do to help? And now we ask our selves what the need in this neighborhood is? And this is LOVE IN ACTION!

God bless you!

From: Job 42:5

A small boy once approached his slightly older sister with a question about God. “Susie, can anybody ever really see God?” he asked.

Busy with other things, Susie curtly replied: “No, of course not silly. God is so far up in heaven that nobody can see him”

Time passed, but his question still lingered so he approached his mom: “Mom, can anybody ever really see God?” “No, not really,” she gently said. “God is a spirit and he dwells in our hearts, but we can never really see Him.”

Somewhat satisfied but still wondering, the youngster went on his way. Not long afterwards, his saintly old grandfather took the little boy on a fishing trip.

They were having a great time together. The sun was beginning to set with unusual splendor and the grandfather stared silently at the exquisite beauty unfolding before them.

On seeing the face of his grandfather reflecting such deep peace and contentment, the little boy thought for a moment and finally spoke hesitatingly:

“Granddad, I wasn’t going to ask anybody else, but I wonder if you can tell me the answer to something I’ve been wondering about a long time. Can anybody–can anybody ever really see God?”

The old man did not even turn his head. A long moment slipped by before he finally answered. “Son,” he quietly said. “It’s getting so I can’t see anything else.”

051816ReligiouspixMy child who art on earth,
worried, lonely, tempted;
I know your name perfectly,
and I pronounce it to hallow it,
because I love you.
No, you are not alone, but lived in by Me,
and together we are building the kingdom
which you are going to inherit.
I like you to do My will,
because My will is that you should be happy,
for the Glory of God
is a living human being.
Always count on Me
and you will have bread for today;
do not worry,
I only ask that you should get used to
sharing it with your sisters and brothers.
You know that I forgive your trespasses
even before you commit them;
that is why I ask that you should do the same
to those who trespass against you.
So that you should never fall into temptation,
take My hand tightly
and I will deliver you from evil,
My poor dear child.

Lord, we thank Thee for all the love that has been given to us, for the love of family and friends, and above all for Your love poured out upon us every moment of our lives in steadfast glory. Forgive our unworthiness. Forgive the many times we have disappointed those who love us, have failed them, wearied them, saddened them. 

Failing them we have failed You, and hurting them we have wounded our Saviour who for love’s sake died for us.

Lord, have mercy on us, and forgive.

You do not fail those who love you.

You do not change nor vary.

Teach us Your own constancy in love.

Your humility, selflessness and generosity.

Look in pity on our small and tarnished loving, protect, foster and strengthen it, that it may be less unworthy to be offered to you and to your children.

O Light of the world, teach us how to love.


042016-religious-pix-1Nearer My God to Thee

Everyone who has studied or been touched by the tragic saga of the RMS Titanic,

or seen James Cameron’s incomparable 1997 film, Titanic, is familiar with the lovely old hymn:

“Nearer, My God, to Thee”, which is quoted in full above. According to several witnesses,

the resident musicians played: “Nearer, My God, to Thee”, during the final throes of the great liner, and this hymn has become such an integral part of her legend that for many it has virtually become an icon of Titanic.

And he took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep. And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it. –Genesis 28:11-12

My New Coat, God

I have a new coat, it was designed by God and given to me by Jesus Christ. All I had to do to receive this coat was to believe in God’s only Son.

I find it fits me perfectly unless I allow myself to become puffed up with foolish pride, then it’s too tight. If I walk with my head high, trying to be above those about, then it is too short. But if I walk humbly as I should before God, it fits me just right.

How is the coat made?

The shoulders are wide and roomy so that I can help my fellow man carry his burdens.

The collar is made of God’s mercy, yes, the mercy of God’s promises. First that I may become his child and second, that I will one day dwell with Him in that home prepared for His saints.

The cuffs are narrow, so that there is no room to tuck away grievance and hard feelings toward my neighbors.

The pockets are oversized, One is for the love of God; the other is to hold my love for my fellowman and all humanity.

There are three buttons on my coat, which stands for faith, hope and charity. I check on them often so that none becomes loose or lost.

The lining is made of God’s forgiveness, which I need so often that I want it next to me at all times.

The belt is made of God’s love that encircles me everyday.

The material is thick enough to protect me when the storms of life come my way, but not too thick that I will not be able to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit who guides me.

There are many threads in my new coat, but not one thread of doubt that God’s promises are true,

Do you wonder about the color of my coat? Why, it’s the color of Jesus’ eyes that must sparkle when a lost soul accepts Him.

I will need my coat all through life. When I travel through the valley of death and when I view the future, I will always wear my new coat.

I didn’t listen to the Lord

I didn’t listen to

the Lord,

When He told me not to hoard.

I stored up all my earthly goods.

I even hid some

in the woods.

I went out to dig

my treasure.

Somehow, I thought it would be pleasure.

Some of these riches, I’d forgotten.

I dug them up. But, they were rotten.

That’s what I get for tempting God

And burying my riches in the sod.

He said, “Earthly things you cannot trust.

Don’t store your treasures where

they’ll rust.

Store all your treasures up in heaven.

You’ll be rewarded seven times seven.

To earthly riches pay no mind.

They can’t compete with the

spiritual kind.”

He said, “Spiritual riches, are all

you need.

Forget about your earthly greed.

Material things you cannot trust,

For they will only rot and rust.”

032316-religious-pix-1God’s Eternal Ink

I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God’s book.

He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think.

But the fluid in the bottle that was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter.

But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink.

The words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on.

He turned each page and filled it till all its space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain.

For he wrote a thousand pages that he’d never read again.

031616-religious1I was nothing


I had nothing till I met You

My life was worthless

Just like a piece of clay

Laying on the ground before Your feet.

But You came and picked me up.

You saw the beauty in me,

The beauty You

alone saw…

only one else, not even me.

You placed me in front of You,

And saw what You could make out

of me.

You then got ready

And started working into my life.

You worked Your loving hands

so gently

And made sure I wouldn’t get hurt.

You molded me to an image of You

And breathed life into my soul.


“Lord Jesus, You became a servant for my sake to set me free from the

tyranny of selfishness, fear, and conceit. Help me to be humble as You are humble and to love freely and graciously all whom You call me to serve.”


In God’s Valley

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,

Full of sorrow, trouble and woe

It’s then I haveto remember

That it’s in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top

And neverexperienced pain

I would never appreciate God’s love

And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn

And my growth is

very slow,

Sometimes I need the mountain tops,

But it’s in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand

Why things happen as they do,

But I am very sure of one thing.

My Lord will see

me through.

My little valleys

are nothing

When I picture Christ

on the cross

He went through the valley of death;

His victory was

Satan’s loss.

Forgive me Lord,

for complaining

When I’m feeling so

very low.

Just give me a

gentle reminder

That it’s in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen

me, Lord

And use my life

each day

To share your love

with others

And help them find

their way.

Thank you for

valleys, Lord

For this one thing

I know

The mountain tops

are glorious

But it’s in the valleys I grow!!!!!!

Have a blessed day!


The shortest distance between a problem and

a solution

is the distance between your knees and the floor.

The one who kneels

to the Lord,

can stand up to anything.