ive just set my my own site www.butterflyprincess.info its all about friendster layouts and some of my backgrounds and glitters be adding more soon by the spring break,,, if you want to have some lay just comment in one of the post and i'll get back with you soon...
i converted the site into wordpress for easy editing since frienster updating every 2 weeks hehe... ciao be safe all... miss u josy, jetzen, marcy and paul... long time no chat mwah to all..
Every crucifix is a little sacramental reminding us that at the heart of our faith is a Death. We prefer, of course, not to dwell overmuch on such things, and this is not entirely bad. For, of course, to dwell overmuch on the death of Christ, without remembering the resurrection of Christ is as Bad as dwelling on the resurrection while ignoring the cross. Both cross and crown must be taken together or not at all. It is not a mere inward pietism that ignores the sin of the world. Rather, in confronting sin within, we find ourselves compelled to confront sin around us as well, and not to keep quit even when the powers of hell tell us to shut up. Jesus confronted such powers. So have all the martyrs down the ages.
The eternal paradox of the Cross is that the most powerful thing God ever did was put up no struggle when the cops hauled him away, submit to an outrageously unjust kangaroo court, suffer a beating in silence, kept his mouth closed while a bunch of thugs jerked him around, listen to bought-and-paind-for testimony against him, watch his friends slink away, and finally be driven like a mule from prison to the most vindictive form of torture and death ever devised by a race famous for its creative flair for cruelty. It is, in a word, love. And it is the thing, the only thing, that saves us. For it is the very power of God.
Most of us will die in our beds, surrounded by family and friends, comforted by the sacraments of the Church and with caregivers giving care. He died stark naked, covered with the blood of his scourging and the spit of his enimies, in murderous pain, while the laughter of strangers rang in His ears. It is grace beyond description that the race such as ours, dealing out death such as that, could receive in return the gift of Viaticum, the final Eucharist for our journey to heaven. When he cried for drink in his death agonies, we have him vinegar. When we cry for mercy, he feeds the ery flesh and blood we tortured to death on the cross. What Love!
Not all people we are dealing with is nice with us some of them are capable of hurting and make us look bad to others that's why we need to be choosy to our friends just to avoid of being hurt... but i thinh=k that;s part of one's life now.. no matter what we do there are still people in this world who wanted to ruin one;s life... even though we treated them as one of our good friends and give her some importance and show her how she really mean to you but still why she's hurting me this way.. for all these years that we were friends she just hurt me.. i eally hate those people like her.. i dont know her reasons for making up stories that is not true.,,, she never gave me some importance,,, even though i travelled by plane just to ask permission to her personally... she really hurt me so bad... still i cant understand this,,, im just feel bad about the things,,, but i dnot have any anger deep inside my heart im just trying to understand her and until this time i never ask her why ,, i dont even told her that i know that she had done to me... i think this is the right thig to do to give her another chance despite ao all the pain that she had done to me without her knowing that i know everything... maybe i dont need her explaination about this because my best friend caught her....
what is the right thing to do????